Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Three young masters, take a break. If Miss Wen comes back and sees you like this, it will be distressed."

Jun Moyan paused with his keyboard hand, then stopped.

Tsing Yi thought Jun Moyan had listened to him, but he didn't expect:

"Get out."

Two words came out of Jun Moyan's mouth, his tone was tough and indifferent, and he didn't give Tsing Yi a chance to say no.

"Three Masters..."

"Don't let me say it a second time."

From beginning to end, his eyes remained on the screen, as if his world was left with only work.

Tsing Yi had no choice but to leave the office.

"boom."

The door of the office was brought up by Tsing Yi.

Jun Moyan's hand typing on the keyboard also stopped.

He stared at the computer screen, still feeling confused, lonely and helpless.

It turns out that my heart is empty, so I can't fill it.

He tried desperately to fill in with work, but his heart was still empty and clean.

More than half a month, nineteen days.

He paralyzed himself with his work, not guessing, he was too busy to tell the difference between day and night, but the pain in his heart was not halved.

He didn't know how he got through these days.

What is life like years? Really every minute is torment.

Every minute I feel despair and pain.

He didn't know how many nineteen days he had to wait before he could wait for her back.

I only know that if I keep on doing this, I will sooner or later become sick with lovesickness.

When he left the company, it was already close to the wee hours.

During this time, he almost lived like this.

When there is no employee in the company and he can't stand it, he leaves.

No matter how late he works, even when it is near dawn, he will return to Wuyuan.

Take a shower, change clothes, eat breakfast, sleep or not, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is to see if she is back...

Jun Moyan came to the garage and picked up the car.

Opened all the windows of the car and let the cold wind in. It was about the temperature of the heart before he drove back to Wuyuan...

Bottle after bottle of spirits drank.

After closing the door, Jun Moyan slumped in the corner of the wall without an image, pouring wine bottle after bottle.

Darkness, loneliness swallowed him.

This corner is the only place where he feels safe.

Another empty wine bottle fell off his hand, and a clear sound of falling to the ground sounded, and the reverberation sounded around his ears.

Jun Moyan raised his hand, and pulled the messy tie around his neck a little bit.

He stared, as if he had fallen asleep.

The room was terribly quiet.

Before Wen Xiaoai's feet hit the ground, she frowned because of the strong smell of wine.

Make her think that she has ran into the alcoholic's room by mistake.

Raising his hand and waving in front of his nose, Wen Xiaoai looked at the big bed.

However, there was no figure of Jun Moyan on the flat pillow.

She panicked at the time.

Thinking that he was a step late, Jun Moyan has been caught by the patriarch...

"Jun Mo Yan?"

Wen Xiaoai panicked and walked quickly to the bed.

"Jun..."

Looking around, I saw a shadow in the corner.

Wen Xiaoai recognized it as Jun Moyan at a glance.

Seeing Jun Moyan sitting there leaning against the wall with his head still motionless, Wen Xiaoai was so scared that his heartbeat stopped.

"Jun Mo Yan."

She rushed forward, squatted down in front of Jun Moyan, and reached out to touch Jun Moyan's face.

Fortunately, she thought a lot, Jun Moyan was fine, but fell asleep.

Wen Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief, then threw himself into Jun Moyan's arms and hugged his waist tightly.