Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

After a few seconds of joy, he was splashed with cold water, and Tsing Yi was directly stunned.

Hometown?

Which hometown?

"...What did you say?" Tsing Yi felt that she had heard it wrong.

"Brother, I'm back to my hometown."

This time, he heard it clearly.

Tsing Yi's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched, and his anger instantly filled his chest, but he still endured it without breaking out.

"...Somewhere, I'm going to find you."

He is really a good-tempered person, no matter what the situation, he will not get angry, especially against alcoholics.

"No, I'm quite far from your place. I want to stay by myself for a while."

Tsing Yi gritted his teeth and continued after a moment of silence: "Then when will you come back?"

"Maybe three months, or longer..."

When it grows, there may never be a way to go back.

"Did something happen? Why did you suddenly go back to your hometown? Is there anyone in your hometown?"

"It's okay, it's just that I'm a little bored in the big city. I miss the master, so come back and have a look and give his old man incense. Don't worry."

"How can I not worry, you keep not answering calls and text messages..." Qing Yi said, her eyes blushing.

He raised his head slightly, looked up, and tried to push the tears back into his stomach.

"My signal is not good."

Tsing Yi was silent for a while and continued: "...Where is your hometown? Can you tell me, I'm afraid you won't come back, I can't find you."

He almost implored.

The drunkard moved his lips and wanted to say: If I haven't come back in half a year, don't wait for me anymore, change your personal preference, preferably a girl.

But he didn't have the courage. He was afraid that he would really leave, and even more afraid that Tsing Yi would not wait for him.

People are selfish, so he is not the same.

"...You really don't have to worry about me, I will take care of myself."

Tsing Yi turned around and hit the wall with a fist.

He almost squeezed the phone.

Listening to the movement on the mobile phone, the alcoholic felt full of guilt for Tsing Yi.

"...Brother, there is something I haven't told you."

"Shut up." Tsing Yi gritted his teeth and almost blurted out.

This was the first time Tsing Yi interrupted someone so rudely, and this person was still an alcoholic.

Now he is really afraid of hearing a bad word from the drunkard.

Hearing Tsing Yi's words shut up, the drunkard couldn't help laughing.

He hesitated again for a while, and finally said that sentence:

"Brother...actually I like you..."

He was afraid that if he didn't say it this time, he would never have a chance to say it again.

He was also afraid that his words would hold Tsing Yi's life.

I was also afraid that Tsing Yi paid so long for him, but in the end he didn't even get a response.

So he was headstrong in the end.

Tsing Yi's eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person was stunned.

He was holding the phone in one hand, keeping the posture of making a call, just so stupid there.

He was wondering what he heard.

After a while, he asked in disbelief: "...what did you just say?"

Tsing Yi, who was waiting for an answer when asked, was so nervous that he even forgot to breathe. A heart was held tightly together, his hands and legs were shaking with tension.

The drunkard smiled and said it again:

"I said I like you, I like you very much. It's Jun Moyan's kind of love for Wen Xiaoai."

The drunkard is talking about Jun Moyan's liking for Wen Xiaoai, not "your liking for me."

Now he only dares to admit his love for Tsing Yi, but he dare not accept Tsing Yi's love.