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Chapter 159: Died by Running into a Wall in the Previous Life

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Died by Running into a Wall in the Previous Life

"Sure, as long as I, the drunk, have liquor to drink, you’ll never go thirsty," the drunk said while eating noodles, not even glancing at Qing Yi as he spoke.

Though his words sounded noble, they were said without much sincerity.

But Qing Yi knew he meant it.

Of course, he was also well aware that had Bai Yi said those words today, the drunk’s response would have been the same.

Because to the drunk, it really didn’t matter...

As long as he had money on him, he’d truly be willing to spend it on you.

If you cooked him a bowl of noodles, or drank with him, or chatted for a while, and then asked him for a car, if he had one, he’d be willing to give it to you.

Because he simply didn’t care about those things.

Although his response seemed indifferent, Qing Yi still laughed.

Then, with a bit of disdain, he said, "I’d rather support you than rely on you."

"That’s fine by me," the drunk said nonchalantly.

After taking a sip of soup, he shoved the half-finished bowl of noodles into Qing Yi’s hands, "I can’t eat anymore, you have it, don’t waste food."

He always handed leftovers to Qing Yi, it had become a habit.

They were both men anyway, sharing the same bowl of noodles didn’t seem to bother them.

"You stand here and take your time, I’m off."

"Coming back tonight?"

"We’ll see. If I remember, I’ll come back. If I drink too much, I won’t bother walking."

"Alright, I’ll have to spend the night at the office."

"Work hard, who knows, you might really have to support me one day," the drunk said cheerfully, patting Qing Yi on the shoulder before heading out the door.

Qing Yi let out a small sigh, looked at the half bowl of noodles in the bowl, and started eating with chopsticks...

In the study—

"Meow, meow, meow..."

This is bad, this punishment is going to break my legs.

On the office desk, Wen Xiao’ai sat, grasping a few tissues, frantically wiping the milk off the surface of the desk.

Her milk bottle lay on its side, all the milk had spilled out.

She’d ruined Jun Moyan’s newly drawn drafts of gun parts and other documents too.

Wen Xiao’ai kept tearing off tissues, wiping non-stop, her heart pounding with panic.

Almost in tears.

I’ll never play with the milk bottle again, I’ll drink my milk obediently from now on~

Having gone to his room to get his notebook, Jun Moyan returned to the study and saw Wen Xiao’ai with her back to him, meowing incessantly, sounding very anxious, her two little paws moving non-stop.

"Xiaoguai, what are you doing?"

"Meow."

The sudden voice from behind startled Wen Xiao’ai.

She turned around and looked at Jun Moyan with a mix of fear and guilt, still clutching two soggy balls of tissue in her paws.

Jun Moyan looked at the messy desk, now smelling of milk, and the new drawings and documents spoiled by it, his mouth twitching involuntarily.

This little thing, he’d only been away for a minute, and it had destroyed his work of several days.

Such destructive power... was kind of strong.

Looking at Jun Moyan, who remained silent, his expression changing, Wen Xiao’ai let out a pitiful meow.

I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose, don’t be angry, I’ll go stand in the corner right away.

Wen Xiao’ai quickly stood up from the desk, jumped off, and headed towards the corner.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai standing in the corner, covering her ears, standing there honestly, and he couldn’t help but find it amusing—he couldn’t get angry at her at all.

He set the notebook aside and started cleaning up the desk.

Wen Xiao’ai turned her head and sneakily glanced at Jun Moyan cleaning up the desk, feeling quite guilty.

Staring at the wall in front of her, she felt even more dejected.

Ah, did she die by running into a wall in her past life?

Why was she always at odds with the wall?