Chapter 8 Why Don't You Drink to Death

This is a lunatic, if you can't communicate with him normally, just get used to it, just get used to it.

Before the drunkard arrives, the sound arrives first.

Hearing the drunkard's crazy talk outside, Jun Moyan frowned slightly in displeasure.

But the hands that removed the bandage for Wen Xiaoai didn't stop.

Seeing this, Bai Yi hurriedly ran out of the villa, and helped Tsing Yi to bring the drunkard in.

Jun Moyan threw the removed bandage aside and stood up from the sofa.

With the arrival of alcoholics, the air in the hall was directly polluted.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you catch a non-drinker and stand next to an alcoholic for five minutes, you will probably die of drunkenness.

"Why don't you drink to death." Jun Moyan looked at the alcoholic who couldn't even stand still, and really wanted to kick him on the forehead.

"belch……"

The drunkard hiccupped, causing the two people in white clothes and blue clothes holding him to look disgusted, and almost threw him on the ground.

"Hey, I want to drink myself to death." The drunkard laughed, his fair face was flushed with drunkenness.

As he said, he threw away Bai Yi and Qing Yi, and stumbled towards Jun Moyan.

The smell of alcohol made Jun Moyan frowned.

"Come on, let me, the drunkard, see how serious the injury is. The guy in white is so anxious that he snatched my wine gourd and said he would marry me. It scared me enough."

The white and green clothes beside him are full of black lines.

Is this... drunk or not?

I couldn't even tell the difference between Tsing Yi and Bai Yi.

Jun Moyan strangled the hands that were carelessly touching him.

Frowning, he said to the servant standing beside him, "Go and bring me a bucket of cold water to sober him up immediately."

With his ghostly appearance, he was really afraid that the drunkard would kill the cat for a roast goose and serve it with wine.

"...I'll go." Tsing Yi volunteered, before the others, turned around and ran to the bathroom first.

"Haven't you dealt with your injury? Why do you still ask me to come? Just change your clothes."

The drunkard was a little speechless. Seeing his blood all over his body, he thought that his main artery had been injured by beheading his hands and feet.

Usually, he was so anxious when he was injured like this.

Jun Moyan pursed her lips and said nothing, just grabbed his wrist tightly to prevent him from falling.

Then wait for Tsing Yi to fetch water.

A minute later, Tsing Yi ran over with a basin of water and a towel.

Seeing the water coming, Jun Moyan let go of the drunkard's wrist.

Without Jun Moyan's grip, the alcoholic's body was a little floating, and he simply sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Seeing this, Tsing Yi first put the basin of water on the table, then soaked the towel and wrung it dry...

"What are you doing?" Jun Moyan looked at Tsing Yi's actions and asked, frowning.

"Here, wash his face and make him sober."

"Ahem..." The white clothes beside him couldn't help coughing.

Is this Tsing Yi also drinking? Still didn't understand what San Shao said just now?

Are you afraid that San Shao will make you drink this basin of washing water in a fit of anger?

The anger that Jun Moyan had accumulated all night and had nowhere to vent was burning even more vigorously at this moment. He pointed at the cat on the table with his long and white fingers, and flew into a rage:

"If it delays its treatment time, all of you will go to the overseas manufacturing factory to look at the warehouse for me."

Tsing Yi shivered in fright, the towel that had just been wrung out in his hand almost fell back into the basin.

In my impression, San Shao rarely loses his temper like this.

This cat...what the hell is it?

Does the alcoholic still wash his face?

Tsing Yi grabbed the towel and stood there for a while, not knowing what to do, he could only stare at the drunkard resentfully:

You dead drunkard, you'll kill me!