Chapter 694

Under the street lamp, the drunkard's figure looked very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, Tsing Yi's heart couldn't help but feel distressed.

Obviously, I have tried my best to urge him to eat three meals a day, but why is he still so thin.

Tsing Yi thought to herself.

Obviously he is a doctor himself, why does he never care about his body.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses, and pressed the horn again. Seeing that the drunkard still had no intention of getting into the car, he was about to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car to ask him what was wrong, but the drunkard took a few steps forward, opened the car door and sat in .

"What happened just now? You've been in a daze?" Tsing Yi asked the alcoholic who was wearing a seat belt.

"Look at you."

"Um?"

"I'm looking at you." The drunk who fastened his seat belt raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

Tsing Yi's heart beat violently, a smile fainted from the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the steering wheel was subconsciously clenched because of nervousness.

"...Let's go to eat, there is a new home on Ninghuai Avenue..." Tsing Yi started the engine and was ready to go.

"I want to eat the noodles you made." The drunkard tilted his head and looked at Tsing Yi's side face. For some reason, when he said these words, he already felt sad.

"Don't you eat anything else? I ate noodles in the morning, which is not nutritious, and I get hungry easily in the middle of the night. Let's eat something good. I'll eat noodles tomorrow morning."

He is too thin, he needs to eat more good supplements.

"...I still want to eat noodles." The drunkard choked up his throat and almost choked up his voice.

The entire chest seemed to be tightly tightened together by a big hand, and it seemed to be hit hard twice, and a large area of ​​the chest ached.

He quickly turned his head back and looked forward, preventing Tsing Yi from noticing his red eye sockets.

"Then let's go to the store to pack some vegetables and cook noodles at home."

"it is good."

The drunkard closed his eyes and calmed down his emotions. After a while, he finally felt less uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes, and couldn't help turning his head to the side, staring at Tsing Yi who was driving the car, staring in ecstasy.

Feeling that the drunkard's eyes kept falling on her face, Qing Yi had to slow down the speed of the car because of inner tension.

"...What's the matter? Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because it looks good."

Because I want to see it.

"..."

On the side that the alcoholic couldn't see, Tsing Yi showed a big boy's youthful and secretive smile.

At first I was a little uncomfortable being stared at so closely, but within a few minutes I felt nothing.

I bought some dishes with relatively high nutritional content in the hotel. When I came out of the hotel, I remembered that there was a roast chicken restaurant not far from here, so Tsing Yi asked the drunkard if he would eat it.

The drunkard shook his head and said he would not eat.

He won't eat anymore, he just wants to eat noodles.

"Then let's go back."

"Um."

Qing Yi returned to Wuyuan with the drunkard, and put down the things in his hand.

"Eat first, don't drink, I'll cook noodles."

Tsing Yi left the room and went downstairs after a few words of advice.

The drunkard collapsed on the sofa, exhausted all over his body.

He leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze, his eyes were blank.

He didn't know what to do, how to deal with his situation, how to say goodbye to him when he was about to die...

Whether it is leaving quietly, or frankly saying goodbye to everyone, it is too cruel for Tsing Yi.

Should he struggle some more and believe in miracles?

Are you still saved?

The drunkard closed his eyes, hiding the despair in his eyes.

In a second or two, he, who was extremely tired, fell asleep, and fell into a deep sleep.