Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

This is a lunatic. If you can't communicate with him normally, just get used to it, just get used to it.

The sound of the drunkard comes first.

Listening to the crazy talk of the drunkard outside, Jun Moyan frowned slightly.

But the hand removing the bandage for Wen Xiaoai did not stop.

Seeing this, the white clothes hurriedly ran out of the villa and helped Tsing Yi get the drunkard in.

Jun Moyan threw the removed bandage aside and stood up from the sofa.

With the arrival of alcoholics, the air in the hall was directly polluted.

It is no exaggeration to say that if anyone who does not drink alcohol stands next to an alcoholic for five minutes, he will probably die of drunkenness.

"Why don't you drink to death?" Jun Moyan looked at the drunkard who couldn't stand still, and wanted to kick his forehead.

"belch……"

The drunkard hiccuped his alcohol, and the two white and Tsing Yi who was holding him on their backs looked disgusted and almost threw him directly on the ground.

"Hey, I want to drink myself to death." The drunkard smiled, his white face covered with drunken red.

He said, throwing away the two white clothes and Tsing Yi, stumbled and walked towards Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan frowned at the smell of alcohol.

"Come on, let the drunkard see how badly I was injured, so that the guy in white clothes snatched my wine gourd and said that he wanted to marry me, which scared me enough."

The white clothes and Tsing Yi on the side are full of black lines.

Is this... drunk or not?

Even Tsing Yi and Bai Yi can't tell the difference.

Jun Moyan strangled his random hands.

Frowning to the person standing aside: "Go and give me a bucket of cold water to sober him up."

He looked like a ghost, he was really afraid that the drunkard would slaughter the cat as a roast goose and use it to drink.

"...I'll go." Tsing Yi volunteered to get ahead of the others, turned and ran to the bathroom first.

"Didn't your injury have been dealt with? Why did you ask me to come here? It's better to change my clothes."

The drunkard was a little speechless, and when he saw that he was covered in blood, he thought that he had been chopped off and injured his aorta.

He was not so anxious when he received this injury.

Jun Mo Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, but just held one of his wrists tightly to prevent him from falling.

Then waited for Tsing Yi to bring water.

A minute later, Tsing Yi ran over with a basin of water and a towel.

Seeing the water came, Jun Moyan let go of the alcoholic's wrist.

Without Jun Moyan, the drunkard's body was a little fluttering, and he just sat directly on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Tsing Yi put the basin of water on a few cases first, then soaked the towel and wrung out...

"What are you doing?" Jun Moyan asked, looking at Tsing Yi's behavior, twisting his eyebrows.

"Here, wash his face and let him wake up."

"Ahem..." The white clothes on the side couldn't help coughing out.

Is this Tsing Yi drinking too? Still didn't understand what the third young master said just now?

Are you not afraid that the three young masters will let you drink this basin of wash water in a rage?

Jun Moyan's anger, which had nowhere to vent all night, burned more vigorously at this moment, pointed his white and slender fingers at the cats in several cases, furious:

"If it delays its treatment time, you will all show me the warehouse outside the manufacturing plant."

Tsing Yi shivered with fright, and the towel that had just been wrung out in his hand almost didn't fall back into the basin.

In my impression, San Shao rarely loses his temper like this.

This cat...what the **** is it?

The drunkard can't wash his face?

Tsing Yi grabbed the towel and stood there for a while, not knowing what to do, and could only glared at the drunkard with complaints:

You drunkard will hurt me!