Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He finally knew why the women all over Beijing were so crazy when they heard the three words Jun Mo Yan.

He claimed to be a rare handsome guy, but compared to this man, there was only pressure and frustration.

As Jun Moyan approached, an invisible sense of oppression covered the entire space in an instant.

As if everything here was stepped on by him.

Shangguanyu knew that it was not Jun Moyan who did it deliberately, but that this person was born like this.

The aura can not be seen but can be felt.

Jun Moyan's gaze has been on several cases since he entered the door, on the pink dumpling with his back facing him, sitting very anthropomorphic.

Wen Xiaoai, who was drinking AD calcium milk, kept looking at Shangguan Yu who suddenly lost his soul, and didn't notice anyone approaching behind.

It wasn't until the mysterious energy fascinated her that Wen Xiaoai was shocked.

Immediately looking back, Wen Xiaoai was stunned when he saw the person who came.

Before she met this human being, she had never known that anyone could wear a black shirt so beautiful and so temperamental.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai staring at him unblinkingly, Jun Moyan stopped in front of it.

Look at it condescendingly.

Wen Xiaoai looked up at his little furry head, forgot everything for a while, but stared at him like this, as if he was fascinated.

Everyone likes beautiful things, and of course she is nothing else.

It's not how nympho, but looking happy and pleasing to the eye.

After ten or twenty seconds, the corners of Jun Moyan's lips moved slightly, and his thin lips lightly opened:

"Does it look good?"

His voice is as cold as ever, without any feelings or emotions in it.

But only he himself knows that he has tried to restrain his breath...

Wen Xiaoai couldn't help shivering, and couldn't help swallowing after he recovered.

Although good-looking, she was still a little afraid of him.

Especially now, being looked down on like this makes her breathless.

Wen Xiaoai courageously stretched out two small pink paws towards him tentatively, and screamed softly as if he was coquettish:

"Meow~"

This milky cat cry, it sounds like the official and imperial heart will melt.

Especially the way it hugs Jun Moyan, which is even more adorable.

Had it not been for Jun Mo Yan, Shangguan Yu would have used it long ago.

This difference is too big.

Where's the temper before facing him?

This cat can't control her face, right?

It's unfair.

I'm not ugly.

Jun Moyan looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and finally bent over and hugged its small body.

Then sit down on the sofa and lean back.

Seeing him willing to hug her, Wen Xiaoai was a little excited.

Lie on his sturdy lower abdomen, absorbing the energy from him comfortably, squinting his eyes comfortably.

Jun Moyan smoothed the little things in his arms.

Shangguanyu on the side saw this scene and opened his mouth in astonishment.

Although Xiaocha said that the little milk cat was raised by Jun Moyan, he did not expect and would not think that Jun Moyan would be so intimate with this little milk cat.

Allowing it to lie on him, and smoothing the hair for it, it's almost... the hair is terrifying.

"You... are not afraid of it shed hair?" Doesn't he hate things that shed hair and stick people.

Wen Xiaoai narrowed his eyes and glanced at Shangguan Yu. His eyes were clearly saying: You just shed hair.

She is a cat demon, not an ordinary cat.

Jun Moyan looked down at the little milk cat lying on him, without raising his eyes, and replied lightly:

"Not afraid."

Moreover, it doesn't seem to shed much hair.