Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Although resisting the violent temper, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but waved his two small paws at the white clothes.

A big hand covered her little head and rubbed it lightly, as if calming down.

Wen Xiaoai turned back, raised his head, and called to Jun Moyan, as if saying: Take care of your subordinates, otherwise the princess will hit someone.

Obviously it is an emotional cry, but this little milky voice is just to make people listen without temper.

Jun Moyan couldn't help but curl his lips with this maddened expression, coupled with these big deep blue eyes of mist.

Kind of temper.

However, it was such a shallow smile that made Bai Yi reproduce the **** expression again.

Three, the third master just... laughed?

God, there are so many weird things that happened tonight...

If Bai Yi knows that Jun Moyan not only smiled at the cat, but also smiled more than once, it is estimated that he would really go to the mage immediately to see if their third young master was evil.

Seeing that Bai Yi was still standing still, Jun Moyan's eyes gradually changed, and his expression suddenly appeared. He was very displeased at Bai Yi's bluff tonight.

"Not yet!"

"Yes."

Seeing Jun Mo Yan seemed to get angry, Bai Yi immediately threw away the messy things in his head, stood upright in awe, and immediately changed his appearance.

He was still more afraid of the man in front of him than those ghosts.

After all, those are just little ghosts, and the man in front of him is even more terrifying than Hades.

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Lobby.

One person and one cat stared at him like this, and the three people next to him watched eagerly, the atmosphere...unspeakable embarrassment.

Wen Xiaoai thought to himself: Has this man ever seen a cat?

Haven't seen her such a beautiful, cute cat?

As for such a **** look?

The drunkard was sitting on the sofa, staring at a pair of beautiful dizzy eyes, looking at the little cat with a lot of blood on the body, some doubts whether he was really drunk and hallucinated.

He raised his hand and wiped his eyes, then opened it again.

"Are you... alive?"

It's okay for the drunkard not to speak, this mouth, the smell of alcohol almost didn't make Wen Xiaoai faint.

Hey, did this human being eat Baba?

"Oh~" Wen Xiaoai couldn't help it.

She had lost too much blood and her head was dizzy, and she felt like vomiting after being so smoked.

Tsing Yi on the side covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly at this scene: This dead drunkard must have been drinking while he was washing his clothes.

The teeth are white, and the mouth is white.

Wen Xiaoai retched twice with his little tongue, and tears came out.

"Stay away from it." Jun Mo Yan frowned and said coldly.

The drunkard glanced at him: "Are you nervous?"

"..." Jun Moyan disdain to answer such a boring question.

"Really? Not so, don't you dislike these hairy and annoying things? Are you silly?"

Ok? Does he hate things that are shed and annoying?

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan with misty eyes, seeming to ask: Is this person true?

Jun Moyan met these big deep blue eyes. At this moment, these eyes like the sea of ​​stars were covered with a layer of mist. Although he knew that it was because of the tears that had just retched, it made Jun Moyan feel in his heart. Slightly uncomfortable.

I always felt that it was hurt by the drunkard's words.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and the sentence "No" stuck in his throat, but he finally said it.

He withdrew his gaze, avoiding staring at those blue eyes.

It was a little funny that I just wanted to explain the idea of ​​comforting a cat.

"Hurry up and check it." Jun Moyan recovered and said to the alcoholic who had been staring at him.