Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The morning sun shines into the balcony, and Jun Moyan, who is still sleeping on the bed, is sleeping peacefully with a girl in his arms.

The tip of the nose is lingering with the familiar scent of milk and the faint...

Some unfamiliar sweet fragrance made Jun Moyan who was sleeping notice something, his brows frowned slightly, and the next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly.

In the eyes, it was the face of a girl who was exquisite and lovely than a porcelain doll.

Jun Moyan looked at the strange woman who was close at hand, sleeping on the pillow, his eyes widened a little, and he seemed to be a little frightened. This unprecedented situation left his brain blank for a moment.

The girl's breath with a bit of milk fragrance sprayed on his face. I don't know if she was sleeping unsteadily, and the girl wrinkled her little nose. This little look was really cute.

The more Jun Mo Yan looked, his brow frowned.

The palm of the palm was pressed against the girl's smooth and delicate skin like silk. This strange touch made Jun Moyan's fingers bend subconsciously.

After being immersed for a few seconds, Jun Moyan, who had recovered, suddenly pushed away the sleeping girl in his arms.

Wen Xiaoai was wrapped in a quilt and pushed aside, awakened from his sleep.

The whole person is still confused.

Before realizing what was happening, an angry and murderous hand strangled her slender neck.

The man's tall body pressed down, Jun Moyan knelt on one knee on the bed, pinched Wen Xiaoai's neck with one hand, leaned over, looking at Wen Xiaoai with a gloomy face.

When she could see who was pinching her neck, Wen Xiaoai was a little confused.

"Say, who are you?"

The man's anger sounded coldly and mercilessly.

Wen Xiaoai couldn't help shivering, completely shocked by Jun Moyan's fierce look.

What is he doing? Are you stunned?

I'm a little boy.

Wen Xiaoai wanted to speak, but his neck was choked.

She subconsciously reached out and pushed him.

But when he saw that he was not sticking out two small paws, but two bare white arms, Wen Xiaoai was a little dumbfounded.

She couldn't even pay attention to Jun Moyan, turned over her palms, her dark blue sea-like eyes staring at her arms and hands back and forth.

Then suddenly he raised his eyes to meet Jun Moyan's eyes that gradually became murderous. From his eyes, Wen Xiaoai saw a familiar, long-awaited face.

Wen Xiaoai slowly widened his eyes, his eyes flashing with excitement.

She recovered, she recovered.

Suddenly meeting these blue eyes like the sea of ​​stars, Jun Moyan lost consciousness for a moment.

Why are these eyes a bit familiar?

Depressing this strange thought, Jun Moyan looked at the excitement and excitement in his eyes, but the girl who ignored his questioning, her brows became more frowning, and the murderous and anger in her eyes became more and more intense.

Wen Xiaoai was so happy that he forgot about the current situation. He stretched out his hand excitedly and wanted to hug Jun Mo Yan's neck.

Jun Mo Yan was startled, disgust flashed in his eyes. The next moment, he quickly retracted his hand and turned over and got out of bed.

This is simply avoiding it like a snake.

He pressed a button on the bedside and pulled the drawer of the bedside table...

Wen Xiaoai got up, her thin body slipped off, and she hurriedly covered her bare body. After finally covering it up, when he looked up, he met the muzzle of a black hole.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the things in front of him, blinked, and then looked at Jun Moyan holding the gun.