Qingyi knew very well that alcoholics could not cause trouble. Not only would they not cause trouble, but if you provoke him, he would not bother to retaliate against you.

But Qingyi never expected that the dead alcoholic's head would be bleeding this time, and he did not resist.

Don’t say that there are too many people on the other side, and resistance is useless. Drunkards have the skills to punch and kick, and they are not weak. Moreover, they never really get drunk in the bar, so those people are not his opponents at all.

He would rather be beaten than pay attention to those people.

I thought those people were just a few gangsters who were preparing to knock some money on alcoholics, and they planned to give some money.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the bar, he saw the drunkard being pressed to the ground by seven or eight gangsters. Qingyi was so angry that he rushed to the hospital without saying a word.

When he helped the drunkard get up, he could even laugh.

When Qingyi saw that his forehead was bleeding, his heart was so angry that it was smoking. He was about to yell at him, but when he saw the tears in his eyes, Qingyi was stunned.

But he smiled and said, "You are here to drink too?"

He brought the drunkard to his house, and Qingyi took out the key to his house from him.

"Hey, why do you have the key to my housing?" the drunkard pointed to the key in his hand and asked with a smile.

"..." Qingyi, who was still angry, didn't even say anything back to him.

He opened the door, turned on the light, and then helped him to the sofa.

The drunkard lay directly on the sofa and found a comfortable position.

Qingyi turned around and went to find the Jiugui's spare medicine box and began to clean the wounds on his forehead.

"Hiss~"

The drunkard who was almost asleep with his eyes closed was in pain and became much more energetic.

"You should be gentle, it hurts."

He complained about Qingyi's clumsiness.

"I deserve it!"

Although Qingyi said this, his actions of cleaning his wounds were much lighter.

Hearing Qingyi's words, the drunkard smiled and opened his eyes to look at him: "Why are you angry when those people didn't hit you?"

The drunkard said as he reached closer to his face.

Qingyi patted his hand, and the fire in his heart became even more intense: "You ask me why I'm angry?"

The drunkard smiled and said, "Okay, it's not as serious as you said. I haven't exercised for too long, so I've just used it to exercise my muscles."

"Move your muscles and bones? Those people are using you to move your muscles and bones."

“It’s all the same.”

"You're the same." Qingyi really wanted to poke the cotton swab with alcohol on his wound.

But just thinking about it, I still have to clean up his wounds honestly.

"Okay, don't be angry. Tonight is an accident. I promise you that anyone who bullies me in the future will definitely fight back and will never let you come to save the situation."

"Save the scene? Do you think I'm angry because you bothered me to run this trip?"

"I know I know. You don't care about the trouble. You just can't bear to see me being beaten." The drunkard said, yawning, and then closed his eyes.

“…”

When Qingyi heard the drunkard's words, he finally disappeared a lot of the breath.

"Those people just knock you for money. If you don't want to fight them, wouldn't it be better to give it money? The card I gave you has millions, and giving you tens of thousands will not delay your drinking."

"You made all of it, why give it to them?" the drunkard said in a low voice.

"Wait..." The drunkard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qingyi: "How much money did you just say in the card?"

"You haven't checked it?"

"What should I check it?" the drunkard was speechless.

Qingyi really convinced him.

"About seven million."
Chapter completed!