Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Xu Xiao's heart jumped, but before he had time to react, a cold light flashed in front of him, almost making him unable to avoid it.

In front of a flower, something seemed to be drawn from his forehead to his chin.

Jun Moyan's movements were so fast that he didn't give people a chance to react at all.

A scream that made people hear the numbness of the scalp sounded, shaking people's eardrums.

"what."

Xu Xiao clutched his left eye and screamed, sitting on the sofa thinking of getting up, but couldn't get up.

The blood flowed from his fingers, instantly reddening his entire face and hands.

And his other hand was nailed to the table with a sharp short knife.

What Jun Moyan held on the handle was the hand that looked so beautiful and couldn't feel the lethality at all.

The bodyguard behind Xu Xiao was about to draw his gun, but the white clothes moved much faster than them.

The bullets fired by the pistol with the silencer installed looked a little dull in this huge space, but the lethality was not reduced.

The smell of blood quickly diffused

Xu Xiao held his cut left eye, the intense pain was unbearable, his legs kept pedaling on the ground, his eyes turned black, and he almost passed out in pain.

Jun Mo Yan got up slightly, put one hand on the table, and bent over to approach Xu Xiao.

Looking at his teeth, he kept gasping for air-conditioning, and his sorely pale face was covered by scarlet blood, smiling strangely.

He opened his mouth, and his deep and extremely magnetic voice sounded lowly: "Looking for a backer? I am a backer myself.

As he said, the hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly lifted up, abruptly drew the knife from Xu Xiao's palm, and wiped Xu Xiao's throat with his backhand.

The action is simple and unrelenting.

The blood splattered out.

Xu Xiao's eyes widened, his eyes full of unwillingness, hatred, and disbelief.

I don't want to believe that I just died like this.

His hand, which was still covering his left eye, slowly loosened it weakly and dropped.

The whole person softened and fell back on the sofa, motionless and breathless.

Jun Moyan stood up straight, and slowly lowered the hand holding the short knife.

"Kang Dang."

The short knife stained with Xu Xiao's blood fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

He dropped it on the ground like garbage.

"If you let it go, it's said that Bai Mingmen did it." A cold voice sounded without a trace of emotion.

"Understand." Bai Yi put away the gun and nodded in response.

I dare to come and talk to them with such a few people, how confident I am.

The picture turns, in the hotel——

Jun Moyan, who had taken a shower, came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, holding a dry towel in his hand, and was wiping his short wet hair.

When Wen Xiaoai was still a cat, there was a scene of Wen Xiaoai crawling on his shoulders, trying to wipe his hair, and Wen Xiaoai recovering from behind and hanging him to wipe his hair.

A faint smile spread across the corner of his mouth, Jun Moyan's expression softened, and his eyes also felt tender.

The phone on the bed rang suddenly, and Jun Moyan stepped forward and picked up the phone.

But I saw it was a video call initiated by Tsing Yi on WeChat.

Jun Mo Yan connected, and it was not Tsing Yi that appeared in front of him, but...

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan who appeared on the computer screen, blinked, and waved at him with strange excitement:

"Jun Mo Yan~"

Jun Moyan smiled and sat down by the bed with his mobile phone.

"Have dinner?" he asked.

"Well, I ate, I ate sweet and sour pork ribs." Wen Xiaoai smashed his mouth, as if he hadn't eaten enough.