"Yes, as long as I drink wine, I will definitely not be thirsty." The drunkard ate the noodles and didn't even look at Qingyi when he said this.

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

But Qingyi knew that he was serious.

Of course he also knew very well that if he had changed to Baiyi and said this today, the drunkard's answer would be the same.

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

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

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

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

Although his answer sounded a little unintentional, Qingyi still smiled.

Then he said a little disgusted: "It's better for me to raise you by relying on you."

"That's OK." The drunkard doesn't care.

After drinking the soup, he stuffed the remaining half bowl of noodles into Qingyi's hand: "I can't eat it anymore, you can eat it, don't waste food."

He stuffs everything he can't finish eating every time he's used to stuffing it.

Anyway, they are all men, and they don’t think anything is true when eating the same bowl of noodles.

"You stand slowly, I'll leave."

"Come back tonight?"

"It depends on the situation. If you still remember, come back. If you drink too much, you will be too lazy to leave."

"Okay, I have to spend it at the company tonight."

"Do it well, maybe you will really rely on you to support me in the future." The drunkard patted Qingyi on the shoulder with a smile, opened the door and left.

Qingyi sighed slightly, looked at the half bowl of noodles in the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and started eating...

In the study room—

“Meow Meow Meow…”

It's over, it's over, this time I'm punishing me to stand and break my legs.

On the desk, Wen Xiaoai sat on the table, holding a few tissues, and wiping the milk on the table in a hurry.

Her bottle was poured aside, and all the milk in the bottle was poured out.

All the gun parts drafts that Jun Moyan had just drawn were destroyed.

And those documents were also affected.

Wen Xiaoai kept pulling tissues and wiping them, feeling so nervous.

They are about to cry.

I will never play with the bottle again, and I will drink milk honestly from now on

Jun Moyan, who had returned to the room and brought the notebook back to the study. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Wen Xiaoai facing away from him, and his mouth kept meowing. He was very anxious and his two little paws kept moving.

"Xiao Guai, what are you doing?"

"Meow."

The sudden sound behind him scared Wen Xiaoai.

She turned around and looked at Jun Moyan with some fear and guilt, and she was still holding two wet tissues in her small claws.

Jun Moyan looked at the messy desktop, full of milk-scented new manuscripts and documents that were ruined by milk, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He had just left this little thing for a minute and destroyed the fruits of his labor for several days.

This destructive power is a bit strong.

Looking at Jun Moyan, who was silent and had a look of impermanence, Wen Xiaoai called out aggrievedly.

“Meow~”

I was wrong, I didn't mean it, don't be angry, I'll go and stand up immediately.

Wen Xiaoai immediately stood up from the table, then jumped off the table, and headed towards the corner of the wall.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was covering her ears and facing the wall honestly, and except for finding it funny, she really couldn't be angry at all.

Putting the notebook aside, he began to clean up the desktop.

Wen Xiaoai turned her head and secretly looked at Jun Moyan who was cleaning up the table, feeling very sad.

Looking at the wall in front of me, I felt even more melancholy.

Alas, did she die from a wall in her previous life?
Chapter completed!