Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow, the company is very busy."

The next moment, someone's breath suddenly approached, and it came to him in an instant.

The drunkard laughed, and it seemed that words with some other emotions rang in his ears.

"Brother Tsing Yi, you look so good-looking, there should be many young girls in the company who like you."

Tsing Yi's face was sprayed with the warm breath mixed with a light wine fragrance.

Tsing Yi's body suddenly tightened, and the blood seemed to be flowing back.

"...Nothing."

Tsing Yi's throat was a little hoarse.

"How come, don't the little girls now like yours, they are capable, rich, can cook, hurt people, and look good, so they should be a good man."

As soon as the drunkard's voice fell, Tsing Yi's sentence did not have a brain, and he blurted out a sentence completely out of psychological imbalance:

"Tell me so well, why don't you like me?"

"..."

Both of them were taken aback.

Tsing Yi was dumbfounded for two seconds, and after panicking for two seconds, he was relieved again after thinking about it.

Thinking about what he was nervous about, he would always just make a joke.

Only he himself is always embarrassed because of a word.

As a result, people didn't care at all.

Tsing Yi's mood instantly turned gloomy, and just about to sleep with his eyes closed, the alcoholic said half jokingly:

"Who said I don't like it."

Tsing Yi was stunned. There was a momentary blank in his brain. He looked at the drunkard in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief.

However, within ten seconds, Tsing Yi consciously pulled herself back from fantasy to reality.

He really is more joking than before.

What's ridiculous is that I was so stupefied for so long because of a joke, I almost took it seriously...

The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi's eyes from shock, disbelief, excitement, to disappointment, and finally self-deprecating.

I feel very uncomfortable and want to tell him: I'm not joking, really not, I really like you, maybe later than you like me, but not less than you like.

But he can't yet.

Seeing Tsing Yi closed his eyes disappointedly, the drunkard wanted to slap himself.

If you don't have the courage to prove it, you shouldn't say it.

The drunkard lay back on the bed, his head and Tsing Yi close together, as if on purpose.

"Brother Tsing Yi."

"..."

Seeing Tsing Yi ignored him, the drunkard curled his lips and said, "Brother Tsing Yi?"

"..."

"There was a woman in the bar seduce me today."

"..." Tsing Yi frowned.

"There is also a dead man molesting me." His tone was a bit wronged.

"Next time you encounter this kind of thing, just hit it."

Seeing Tsing Yi returned him, the drunkard immediately became interested again, and stood up and looked at Tsing Yi:

"Which one? Is that woman or man?"

"Fight!"

Tsing Yi's answer made the drunkard very satisfied, but still said annoying things.

"Hit a woman? No way, if someone really likes me, it's a peach blossom."

Tsing Yi opened his eyes and looked at the drunkard: "You are very proud of being liked by this woman?"

"Well, it's not... Mainly because I'm not young, I should consider starting a family."

Seeing Tsing Yi's sinking face, the drunkard was secretly proud.

Tsing Yi looked at the drunkard and couldn't believe this kind of words would come out of his mouth.

This person who only needs wine all the time has the idea of ​​getting married.

After the shock, more people were afraid and flustered.

Get married.

He wants to start a family?

The drunkard didn't know what he said on a whim when he wanted to see Tsing Yi jealous, but Tsing Yi panicked.