Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Tsing Yi could only turn around and return.

"Go back, let me get her pulse, it should be all right." The drunkard said.

After returning to Wuyuan, the drunkard took Wen Xiaoai's pulse, checked it, and was pretty sure she was fine now.

Jun Moyan held Wen Xiaoai upstairs with confidence.

Jun Moyan asked her for a space in her pajamas, and Wen Xiaoai looked in the direction of the balcony and found that the barrier she had previously set had changed slightly.

So when the drunkard treated her just now, someone had come?

Who saved her?

Wen Xiaoai was full of questions.

"Go and change your clothes."

Wen Xiaoai looked at the pajamas he held in his hand, reached out to take it, and directly tore off the thin wraps wrapped around him in front of Jun Moyan, and then took off the wrapped bath towels.

Jun Mo Yan turned around, his ears were slightly hot.

Thinking of the picture of myself taking a bath for Xiaoguai in the bathroom...

After calming down now, recalling my previous actions and behaviors of madness and dementia, I can't tell how it felt.

Especially when I was holding Wen Xiaoai, I was afraid of saying that Xiaoguai was him...

If he still says that he is just treating Xiao Gu as a child, and he only has a sense of responsibility towards her, I am afraid he will not believe it himself.

Wen Xiaoai took off the wrapped bath towel, looked at the mark on his shoulder, and thought of Jun Wuhao's ugly face, a guilty burst in his stomach.

He raised his eyes to look at Jun Moyan who was standing with his back to her, thinking that when Jun Moyan gave her a bath just now, he also kissed her on the shoulder, and my heart felt much better.

Brainwash yourself, this is not Jun Wushu, this is Jun Moyan.

"I'll change it." Wen Xiaoai's voice sounded.

Jun Moyan adjusted his mood, turned around, and picked up the bath towel with Wen Xiaoai's body temperature on the bed.

That warm body temperature made Jun Moyan's fingers tighten slightly.

Grabbing the bath towel in his hand, Jun Moyan took the thin quilt by his hand, and then let Wen Xiaoai lie down.

Wen Xiaoai stretched out his little hand, grabbed his clothes, and said timidly: "You sleep with me, I'm afraid."

"Okay, I'll take you to sleep after I take a shower."

"..." Wen Xiaoai held onto his clothes, but looked at him with reddish eyes.

Jun Mo Yan helplessly put the towel in his hand aside, and went to bed.

Wen Xiaoai moved aside, and when Jun Moyan lay down, he got directly into Jun Moyan's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and smelled the familiar and good smell on his body, finally feeling less scared. .

"Go to sleep." Jun Moyan gently hugged her in his arms, softly soothing.

Just as Wen Xiaoai was put to sleep, Jun Qing called.

Jun Moyan directly blocked the person.

Jun Qing took someone else's cell phone and bombarded Jun Moyan's phone with another number. Jun Moyan turned off the card directly.

Only left another private calling card that few people know.

Wen Xiaoai, who had just fallen asleep in his arms, suddenly kicked and screamed.

"Jun Mo Yan."

The whole person woke up in shock.

"I am, I am."

Jun Moyan hugged her tightly, and rubbed her head with his big hands.

"Don't be afraid."

"Jun Moyan, I don't want to sleep, I'm afraid of nightmares." Wen Xiaoai's voice was choked.

"Don't be afraid, I am here."

After being coaxed to sleep again, Wen Xiaoai slept very restlessly, always convulsed, and was frightened awake many times.

Jun Moyan has been patiently soothing, but his heart is already exploded.

Every time Wen Xiaoai was surprised, he couldn't wait to vent his hatred by stabbing him without any harm.