Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Mrs. Jun was a little shaken.

"That dead girl is very annoying, if you really marry back, it won't be dusty."

"How come, don't the dead girl just ask for money? Will our Jun family be short of money? After we get married, we have to be honest. Besides, you didn't listen to the dead girl shouting at Wuchen How greasy, I don’t have any thoughts on the face, and I can’t help thinking more than we do.”

"Grandma, Mom is right. Isn't this a test of how deep their brotherhood is? No matter whether Wuchen can marry the dead girl, the relationship between him and Jun Moyan will definitely not be the same as before. So deep."

Jun Moyan has such a good relationship with Jun Wuchen, maybe he is really willing to let his woman out.

This will really let her own woman out, no matter how high he climbs, no matter how powerful he is, his reputation will be bad enough.

If this is not allowed, he will just make the relationship between Jun Moyan and his grandmother more stiff, adding to the blockage for him, and preventing him from returning to Jun's house for the rest of his life.

The abacus in Jun Wuhao's heart crackled.

"Yeah, mom, if you really marry back, will there be someone to take care of Wuchen? When the dead girl gets married, he will be beaten or scolded, don't you have the final say?" Madam Jun agreed.

"But your dad won't agree."

"Isn't Dad just being coaxed by that dead girl to be happy? I like that dead girl. Do you want her to be a grandson-in-law? What is the difference between marrying Jun Mo Yan and marrying Wuchen?" Mrs. Jun said.

Mrs. Jun thought for a while, and it seemed to be too.

If I could take this opportunity to prevent Wuchen from dealing with that evil man in the future, then it would be fine to marry such an uncultivated wild girl, and it would be a big deal to let Wuchen take her away after a year or two.

"Then I will talk to Wuchen first tomorrow." Mrs. Jun was persuaded.

"Mom, I will be with you tomorrow." Madam Jun took the old lady Jun's arm and said with a smile.

"it is good."

Seeing that Mrs. Jun nodded and agreed, Jun Wushao smiled triumphantly.

Jun Moyan, wait, even if you can't kill you, I won't make you feel better.

We will calculate the remaining accounts slowly.

You, your woman, your friend, none of them can run away.

"Sneez~"

Wen Xiaoai sneezed and wrinkled her nose.

"Hmph, it must be Jun Wuhao's villain who is talking bad about me."

Jun Moyan stretched out her hand to raise the quilt on her body: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"My stomach is uncomfortable and I can't sleep." Wen Xiaoai touched his stomach with one hand, looked sideways at Jun Moyan, with a bitter face.

She likes to move around when she sleeps, turning over a few times a night, kicking the quilt a few times, rolling left and right, like hanging her legs on Jun Moyan and sleeping on him.

But now she dare not move, afraid of dyeing the sheets and pants.

No matter if the stomach is uncomfortable, she can only lie down like this, and worry about whether the thing will leak out, where can she sleep~!

Wen Xiaoai wanted to cry.

"Would you like to get up and drink some brown sugar water?" Seeing Wen Xiaoai like this, Jun Moyan felt more uncomfortable than her, but couldn't help much.

"No." Wen Xiaoai shook his head, reached out to touch Jun Moyan's hand, grabbed it and put it on his stomach.

When the palm touched Wen Xiaoai's skin, the touch and body temperature caused Jun Moyan's fingers to bend slightly, but he wanted to withdraw it but didn't draw it, fearing that she would be unhappy.

"That's better."

Wen Xiaoai frowned and said in a terrible way.