Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Seeing Feng Litan's expression in pain, Bai Yi said, "I, I'll go and get you a glass of water."

"Forget it, no need." Feng Lidan waved his hand.

Seeing that Feng Li Tan really didn't like the smell of coffee, Bai Yi pointed to the cappuccino he had drunk in front of him.

"My sweet, would you like to take a sip? But I've drunk it, if you dislike it..."

He remembers that Feng Lidan has serious cleanliness.

Feng Litan looked at the cup in front of Bai Yi, stretched out his hand and took it.

"Sweet?" he asked Bai Yi.

"Well, sweet." Bai Yi nodded.

Feng Li Dan brought it to his mouth and took a sip, the sweet scent of cappuccino immediately washed away the bitterness of coffee in his mouth.

Bai Yi stared at Feng Li, stunned.

"You order something sweet for yourself, something so bitter for me?" Feng Lidan asked Bai Yi.

Bai Yi came back to his senses and said, "I just asked you what to drink. You can say anything. I thought you rich people like coffee, and the bitter the better."

"Which rich person has such a unique taste and bitter drink."

Feng Lidan felt that Bai Yi had a problem with his brain.

"Okay, let's go." Feng Lidan stood up, reached out and took the white-clothed backpack on the chair.

"Where to go?" Bai Yi asked after standing up.

"Go back," Feng Lidan said.

"Where to go back?" Bai Yi looked at him and asked again.

Feng Litan heard the words, looked at the white clothes, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I didn't buy the plane tickets. Where are you going back?"

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and left with his backpack.

Bai Yi quickly followed and asked him: "Then you won't go back to the Holy City?"

Feng Lidan: "I'll tell you later, go back first."

In this way, Bai Yi rode the car for more than two hours and returned to Wuyuan with Feng Lishan.

"Huh, Yaowang? Didn't you go back?" Wen Xiaoai, who was watching cartoons with the little guy on the sofa, asked strangely as Feng Lidan was back.

"Ask you man." Feng Lidan was very emotional.

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Mo Yan: "What's wrong?"

Jun Mo Yan: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Feng Lidan looked at him and asked, "You gave that kid a leave. Do you know what he did for leave?"

Jun Mo Yan didn't change his face: "Bai Yi told me that he wants to go to the Holy City with you to play, look at Xiao Bai."

"You deliberately made trouble for me?" Feng Litan clenched a fist at him and gritted his teeth: "If you didn't..."

He looked at the little guy who was looking at him with wide eyes, and abruptly suffocated the words "Soul Beast".

"Then you won't go back?" Wen Xiaoai asked Feng Lidan.

"I don't know, let's talk about it." Feng Lidan walked to the little guy and sat down, and took the little guy into his arms: "Come on, Uncle Feng embrace."

at night

Jun Moyan bathed the little guy.

Wen Xiaoai, who was bored waiting outside the bathroom, buckled the door with his finger, and kept asking Jun Mo Yan: "Can I come in?"

"Wait a second, it's not done yet."

"Can you enter now?"

"Wait a minute, it's coming soon."

Every time Wen Xiaoai asked, Jun Moyan answered her patiently.

Finally, when the little guy got dressed, he opened the door.

"Why so long." Wen Xiaoai couldn't help complaining.

"Washing your hair and taking a bath is already very fast." Jun Moyan touched Wen Xiaoai's head, then he held the little guy in one hand, and took Wen Xiaoai with the other and walked to the bed.

After putting the little guy on the bed, the little guy took the dry towel he used to wipe his hair to Jun Moyan.

"I'm coming." Wen Xiaoai reached out and took it.