"Yes, as long as my drunkard has a drink to drink, I will definitely not be thirsty for you." The drunkard was eating noodles, and he didn't even look at Tsing Yi when he said this.

Although this sounds righteous, it is actually not distracted at all.

But Tsing Yi knew that he was serious.

Of course, he also knew very well that if he said this sentence in white today, the drunkard's answer would be the same.

Because for alcoholics, it really doesn't matter......

As long as he has money on him, he will really be willing to take money for you to spend.

You cook noodles for him, or drink with him, talk for a while, and then ask him for a car, and he will give it to you as long as he has it.

Because he doesn't care about those things at all.

Although his answer sounded a little unobtrusive, Tsing Yi still smiled.

Then he said with some disgust: "Relying on you to raise you, it is better for me to raise you." ”

"That'll do fine." Alcoholics don't matter.

After taking a sip of soup, he stuffed the remaining half bowl of noodles into Tsing Yi's hand: "I can't eat it, you can eat it, don't waste food." ”

Every time he couldn't finish eating, he stuffed it into Tsing Yi, and he got used to it.

Anyway, they are all men, and they don't feel anything when they eat the same bowl of noodles.

"You stand slowly, I'm leaving."

"Will you come back in the evening?"

"It depends, if you remember, you'll come back, and if you drink too much, you'll be too lazy to leave."

"Okay, I've got to spend tonight at the company."

"Do a good job, maybe I'll really have to rely on you to support me in the future." The drunkard grinned and patted Tsing Yi's shoulder, opened the door and left.

Tsing Yi sighed slightly, looked at the half bowl of noodles in the bowl, and directly picked up the chopsticks and ate it......

In the study—

"Meow Meow Meow ......"

It's over, it's over, this time the leg has to be broken.

On the desk, Wen Xiaoai sat on the table, grabbed a few tissues, and was hurriedly wiping the milk on the table.

Her bottle fell to the side, and all the milk in the bottle poured out.

destroyed all the drafts of the gun parts that Jun Moyan had just drawn.

And those documents, too, have suffered.

Wen Xiaoai kept pulling the tissue and wiping it, and she was so panicked that she was drumming.

I'm going to cry.

I don't play with the bottle anymore, and I will drink milk honestly in the future~

Jun Moyan, who went back to the room and took the notebook, returned to the study, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Wen Xiaoai with his back to him, his mouth kept meowing, he was very anxious to listen to, and his two little paws kept moving.

"Little girl, what are you doing?"

"Meow."

The sudden sound behind him startled Wen Xiaoai.

She turned around and looked at Jun Moyan with some fear, still clutching two wet tissues in her two little paws.

Jun Moyan looked at the messy, milk-scented desktop, as well as the new drafts and documents that were destroyed by milk, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

This little thing, he had only been away for a minute, and he had ruined the fruits of his labor for several days.

This is destructive...... It's a bit strong.

Looking at Jun Moyan, who was speechless and had an impermanent face, Wen Xiaoai screamed aggrievedly.

"Meow~"

I was wrong, I didn't mean to, don't be angry, I'll go to the penalty station right away.

Wen Xiaoai immediately stood up from the table, then jumped off the table and went to the corner.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was covering her ears in the corner of the wall and honestly facing the wall, except for feeling funny, she really couldn't get angry at all.

Putting his notebook aside, he began to clean up his desk.

Wen Xiaoai turned her head and secretly glanced at Jun Moyan, who was cleaning up the table, and was very upset.

Looking at the wall in front of me, my heart was even more melancholy.

Hey, did she hit the wall and die in her last life?

Why do you always have trouble with the wall?