The drunkard looked at the bowl of noodles on the computer desk, then at the liquor gourd in his hand.
Finally, he obediently put the liquor gourd back on the bedside table, stretched lazily, and went into the bathroom.
Listening to the drunkard’s movements, Qing Yi satisfactorily curled his lips into a smile.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, the drunkard picked up the bowl of noodles and walked toward Qing Yi while eating.
Then, leaning against the door, he asked while eating, "What, did you upset someone from the Jun family?"
Qing Yi turned his head, looked at the drunkard who was enjoying his noodles, and replied,
"The third young master isn’t mine..."
The drunkard was stunned, thinking the key point of his words wasn’t to "upset Jun Moyan"?
Why did he blurt out that the third young master wasn’t his?
"Oh right, it should be that you are from the Jun family." The drunkard purposely added that.
Qing Yi felt somewhat helpless and looked at the drunkard seriously, "I don’t belong to the third young master’s family either."
"Fine, fine, fine, whoever’s you are, just tell me, what did you do wrong?" The drunkard didn’t even look up, just continued to devour the noodles in his bowl.
"Nothing much, the third young master feels aggrieved, trying to find his balance with me." Qing Yi shrugged helplessly.
He thought to himself if the third young master gets punished to stand in the corner by Xiaoguai again, will he afterwards make him stand there for a few hours to find peace of mind?
Standing facing the wall for hours, truly a boring and wasteful activity.
Maybe next time he could find the right moment, and when the third young master has to face the wall again, let Bai Yi take his place, make an appearance?
Qing Yi thought this was feasible.
After all, Bai Yi had more free time than him and looked just fitted for facing the wall~
"Pfft, what are you even talking about?" The drunkard expressed his confusion.
"Are you going to the bar again later?" Qing Yi asked.
"Maybe, otherwise I’ve got nowhere else to go," he replied.
"Drinking so much, are your stomach and body really okay?"
"Do I look like someone who has problems?" The drunkard looked up at Qing Yi.
The drunkard pursed his lips, "Fine, even if there is a problem, I can take care of it myself."
"Aren’t you just destroying your own body?"
"Liquor is the most delicious thing in this world, you don’t drink, so you wouldn’t understand," he said.
Hearing his words, Qing Yi felt a bit helpless and silent for a couple seconds before asking,
"That... do you have a real name?"
"Yep." The drunkard nodded without hesitation.
A flicker of intrigue passed over Qing Yi’s face as he quickly asked, "What is it?"
"Can’t remember? How can you not remember your own name?"
"Can’t remember just means I have forgotten."
"Then what name is written on your ID card?"
"ID card? Lost it long ago."
"You really need nothing but alcohol..."
"Heh heh, you know me well." The drunkard laughed a little and continued to eat his noodles.
Qing Yi looked down, feeling a bit empty inside, and although he wanted to ask more questions, he suddenly had no heart for it.
"How long do you have to face the wall for?" The drunkard casually asked.
"About eight-thirty tonight."
"Man, that many hours? Following such a master is really boring, doesn’t know at all how to sympathize with his subordinates."
"Compared to other punishments, facing the wall really isn’t much," Qing Yi spoke.
"What, he usually gives harsher punishments?"
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The drunkard shook his head, "If the job is tough, just don’t do it, it’s too risky."
"If I don’t work, will you support me?"
"Sure, as long as I have a drink, I’ll make sure you won’t go thirsty."