Chapter 897 Abnormal Drunkard

Bai Yi murmured all the way back to the residence with Feng Liyan in his arms, the first thing he did when he entered the door was to take Feng Liyan into the bathroom, and carefully washed Feng Liyan's four little paws.

It ran out by itself, and its little paws must be dirty. If it is not cleaned, it must be uncomfortable.

Looking at the white clothes that carefully washed his paws, Feng Liyan couldn't tell what he felt.

This kid seems to really like Xiaobai, so if he recovers one day and goes back to the demon world, will this kid cry in sadness?

Feng Liyan felt that it was really possible with Bai Yi's personality.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" The white robe who was wiping Feng Liyan's little paws suddenly raised his eyes, but saw the little gray cat staring at him intently.

"..." Feng Liyan retracted his eyes somewhat unnaturally, and looked elsewhere.

"Do you think I'm super handsome?" Bai Yi grinned, his big white teeth looked pretty good.

"Meow."

Think too much.

Feng Liyan turned his head to one side.

After washing Feng Liyu's little paws, Bai Yi went to call Qing Yi, wanting to go to his place to get some noodles to cook.

Tsing Yi, who happened to be on the plane, asked Bai Yi to cook a bowl for the alcoholic, but Bai Yi said that the alcoholic was not in the room.

Tsing Yi answered and hung up the phone. After thinking for a while, he greeted Jun Moyan, then went to a quieter place with less people and dialed the drunkard's number.

The drunkard didn't come home last night. He said he would go back to the apartment to get something, so he stayed in the apartment for the night. He thought he would go home today, but Bai Yi said no.

Tsing Yi was worried.

He always felt that the alcoholic seemed to be avoiding him recently, leaving early and returning late, and falling into bed as soon as he came back at night.

Sometimes in the morning when he got up, the alcoholic was already out.

What has he been up to lately?

Especially seeing the alcoholic's getting worse complexion and thin figure, Tsing Yi became even more anxious.

After the call was made, no one answered it until the phone hung up automatically, and no one answered it.

Tsing Yi dialed again, over and over again, Tsing Yi was about to lose his patience and became anxious, but no one answered the phone.

During the abnormal few days of the drunkard, he also called him several times, but the drunkard didn't answer once, but sent him a text message to contact him.

After Tsing Yi dialed the phone again, the phone suddenly vibrated, and Tsing Yi didn't even need to look at it to know that the phone had received a text message, and ninety-nine percent of the text messages were sent by the alcoholic.

Tsing Yi hung up the phone and clicked on the text message, as expected.

A simple sentence: "What's the matter?" Tsing Yi felt a little uncomfortable, even a little angry, always felt that this simple response seemed indifferent and indifferent.

He made so many phone calls, and he just responded with this sentence?

Obviously feeling uncomfortable, Tsing Yi edited the text message and sent it to the alcoholic with a good temper.

"Are you still in the apartment? Why don't you answer the phone? My plane is about to take off and I won't be back in a week or so."

After waiting for five full minutes, Tsing Yi received a reply from the alcoholic.

"Well, I'm still in the apartment, my throat is a bit uncomfortable, and I don't want to talk. Be careful when you're on a business trip."

"What's wrong with your throat? Have you caught a cold?"

This way of sending text messages made Tsing Yi feel particularly awkward.

He wants to hear his voice.

It took another few minutes before the drunkard's text message came.

Tsing Yi really wanted to know what the drunkard was doing, why it took a long time to even reply a text message.

Does he know how worried he is about him?