Chapter 1196 The Alcoholic Disappeared

Watching him lose weight day by day, Tsing Yi was both scared and helpless.

"Xiao Han, can I cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

Tsing Yi squatted beside the bed, stroking the alcoholic's head with his big hands, looking at him who had lost his soul and looked like a puppet, his heart was bleeding.

I thought that the drunkard would not respond to him, but I didn't expect him to suddenly and slowly cover his heart with his hands, look at the air, and mutter to himself:

"...Hush, don't make a sound, just listen."

His voice was very soft, not only because of his weakness, but also because he was afraid of shocking something.

Tsing Yi was stunned: "...what?"

"Brother, he's calling me."

"...Who?" Tsing Yi's voice trembled, and there was fear in his eyes.

The hand covering the drunkard's cold forehead froze.

"He's calling me..." He was still staring at the air, his eyes empty.

"Xiaohan, don't scare brother, what's the matter? What are you talking about?"

"Brother, is there any roast chicken? I want to eat roast chicken." He asked suddenly.

"Yes, brother will buy it for you, and I will buy it for you now." Hearing that he wanted to eat, Tsing Yi agreed happily.

"Wait for me, I'll go shopping right away, and I'll be back soon, you are obedient, get some sleep first." Tsing Yi stood up hastily as she spoke.

The drunkard who suddenly mentioned roast chicken suddenly came back to his senses, and his absent-minded eyes moved accordingly.

The moment Tsing Yi turned to leave, he suddenly grabbed Tsing Yi's hand.

"What's wrong?" Tsing Yi turned around.

"Brother, where's Jun Moyan? And the girl next to him?" The drunkard looked at him and asked.

At this moment, he looked sober.

"Third Young Master went to find Miss Wen, in the Holy City." Tsing Yi replied without any doubts.

"Holy City..." The alcoholic's eyes flickered slightly.

"Well. You rest first, and I'll buy you a roast chicken."

"Okay." The drunkard stared at the air and answered absently.

"Do you want to eat anything else?"

"Need not."

"Hey, I'll be right back."

Tsing Yi put the drunkard's hand holding his hand back under the quilt, covered him with the quilt, touched his forehead again, and then left.

Tsing Yi took the key and went out. Before leaving, she looked at the drunkard on the bed with some anxiety.

And the moment Tsing Yi closed the door, the drunkard looked over...

An hour later, Tsing Yi returned with the roast chicken as quickly as possible.

He almost ran upstairs with his heart attached.

In the corridor, his footsteps became more and more urgent and clearer and clearer.

"click"

It was the sound of a doorknob turning.

"Xiao Han, I'll buy..."

The next moment, the joy on Tsing Yi's face suddenly froze.

He stood at the door, looking at the empty big bed, his heart was filled with panic for a moment.

"...Xiaohan?"

Tsing Yi yelled again, and the man also walked in.

However, what responded to him was the coldness of the room.

"Xiao Han?"

Tsing Yi pretended to be calm and came to the bathroom, but there was still no sign of him.

He ran to the balcony and the cloakroom again, but there was nothing there.

"Xiao Han?"

He raised his voice and shouted again into the empty room.

"Xiao Han? Where are you?"

Tsing Yi's handsome face turned pale.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed the alcoholic's number.

Tsing Yi was taken aback when the phone rang.

Looking for the sound, his panicked eyes fell on the bed.

The ringing of the mobile phone kept coming from under the bed, and the fear and anxiety in his heart gradually became stronger.

He took a few steps forward and threw off the quilt.

The drunkard's mobile phone was on the bed.

He didn't bring his cell phone...

A bad premonition welled up in his head.