Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"When is your physique so good? Did you eat the elixir with me behind? Where did the elixir come from? Is there any more?" The drunkard said, he moved closer, wanting to see more clearly.

"Just got the medicine twice." Jun Moyan pulled back his clothes and buttoned the buttons.

"What kind of medicine did you use, so amazing?"

"Ordinary trauma medicine."

"real or fake?"

At this time, the drunkard has completely lost his sleepiness, and the whole person is very energetic.

This makes Tsing Yi feel very rare.

After all, this drunkard was drunk and unconscious for 32 days in a month...

I thought he was going to give up his medical skills, but now it seems that he doesn't have it, but he didn't find anything that would interest him.

"Do you need my blood to be tested?" Jun Mo Yan asked the alcoholic.

He felt that someone had done something to his body while he was not paying attention.

It's not that Jun Moyan has a delusion of persecution, everything will only think badly.

It was his experience over the years that forced him to form this state of self-alert all the time.

His world is too dark, and sunlight is almost non-existent to him.

I'm afraid that even if there are ten suns, they can't light up the darkest part of his heart.

Jun Moyan thought, somehow he looked at his little milk cat with his head tilted on the desk, holding the bottle, and biting the pacifier.

The look in his eyes softened a little.

Perhaps, it will be a touch of color in his life.

But that's it.

After all, it is just a cat.

"Hmm..." The drunkard thought for a while: "This is reliable."

Then looked at Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi understood, and immediately gave him the medicine box in his hand.

Seeing that the needle plunged into Jun Moyan's arm and the bright red blood was drawn out, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but screamed:

"Meow~"

Mom, it hurts to look at it.

She is most afraid of pain.

Jun Moyan looked at it, thinking it was worrying for him.

But Wen Xiaoai was indeed worried. It should be said that even if the blood drawn was Xiaocha or Tsing Yi, she would be worried.

Worried about whether the other party is afraid of pain...

After the blood was drawn, the drunkard collected the blood, unscrewed the lid of the wine gourd, took a sip of the wine, stood up and walked towards Wen Xiaoai sitting on the desk.

"Small things, they look good after they are cleaned."

Wen Xiaoai covered his nose with a small paw, and moved his body back.

Knowing that it is detesting him, the more the alcoholic wants to tease it.

He took his own wine gourd and touched the bottle in his arms.

"Cheers."

Wen Xiaoai was angry and threw the bottle in his arms directly.

I hate it, stop drinking.

"Hey, you little thing, you have a big temper, don't you dislike me so much, my wine gourd is not dirty, as for it."

Wen Xiaoai stared at him angrily: just disgusted.

Jun Moyan rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, pulled a tissue and went to the desk.

He picked up the baby bottle it had thrown aside and wiped the place where the wine gourd touched.

"Hey, the surname Jun, you also dislike me." The drunkard was speechless.

Need to be so exaggerated?

Jun Moyan returned the cleaned baby bottle to Wen Xiaoai, and Wen Xiaoai stretched out his paw to hug him, and screamed softly at Jun Mo Yan.

"Meow~" The two little ears also moved.

It's the same as a human being, why is this gap so big?

The drunkard felt very interesting when he saw its small moving ears. They were fluffy, pink and white, and there was a red crescent birthmark on the left ear, which made it itch.

The drunkard reaches out his hand and wants to pull his ears,

But before his hand touched it, another white and strong hand strangled his wrist.