Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Bun? What's wrong with you?"

A nice ethereal voice rang in my ears.

The boy woke up from grief, he turned and looked at Wen Xiaoai who was drinking milk.

Wen Xiaoai was startled when he saw the tears on the boy's face, and almost got up from the sofa again, and was about to run over to ask him what had happened.

Fortunately, she controlled it.

"Baozi, why are you crying?" Wen Xiaoai still drank milk in her mouth and didn't speak, but the nervous voice reached the boy's ears.

And only teenagers can hear it.

The boy wiped the tears from his face, feeling a little excited, and just wanted to step forward to ask Wen Xiaoai who was that person, but because of Jun Moyan next to Wen Xiaoai, he didn't dare to go.

In the end, he could only stand a little closer and said, "Sister, who was that person just now?"

"Which?"

"The one in the white suit."

"You mean alcoholic?"

"Drunkard? Is this his name?" The boy frowned.

This name is so strange.

No, he shouldn't be called by this name.

The name doesn't suit him at all.

"It seems to be yeah, everyone calls him that. What's wrong?"

"I, I don't know, I feel uncomfortable and panic when I see him."

"Uncomfortable? Why is it uncomfortable? Are you afraid of him? You are not afraid, he is not a bad person."

"I don't know, I don't know..." The young man shook his head, his face completely blank and flustered.

Wen Xiaoai was very worried when he saw the boy like this: "Don't be afraid, you come to my sister."

The young man shook his head, afraid to approach.

"Did you know him before?" Wen Xiaoai felt impossible after asking.

The drunkard is a human being, and the bun is a demon.

"I do not know……"

"That, then, don't worry, you go back to the bell first, and we'll talk later tonight."

"……it is good."

The boy could only return to the bell.

"What's in a daze?"

A big warm hand covered Wen Xiaoai's head.

"what?"

Wen Xiaoai recovered.

"Still angry? It's strange all morning."

"No." Wen Xiaoai put down the empty milk cup in his hand, looked at the location of Jun Moyan's injury, and said after thinking about it: "Jun Moyan, I'm going to the Holy City, I'm going home. "

Jun Moyan's hand covering her head froze. He looked at Wen Xiaoai, and his brain didn't react, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

After a while, he said blankly: "...go home?"

"Well, I want to go back. The people of the Demon Race have been here and don't know what bad things are plotting. I have to go back and tell the grandma of the patriarch, and... I have never told you something." Wen Xiaoai The little hands were pulled together nervously, not daring to look at Jun Moyan's eyes again.

"what's up?"

Jun Moyan stared at Wen Xiaoai with a pair of eyes, and was full of words that Wen Xiaoai wanted to go back, and didn't care about what she said.

"Just..."

"Go back to the room and say." Jun Moyan pulled Wen Xiaoai to his feet.

Wen Xiaoai honestly followed behind Jun Moyan.

"Jun Moyan, don't hold me so tight, my hands hurt."

Hearing her words, Jun Moyan's hand holding her small hand loosened slightly, but it was still tight.

Seems to be afraid that Wen Xiaoai ran away.

Pulling Wen Xiaoai back to the room, Jun Moyan closed the door and said directly: "I'm not allowed to go back."

"why?"

"I forbid you to go."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan solemnly, and immediately guessed what he was thinking.

"I don't want to leave you, I just tell the patriarch's grandma about the matter here and let them handle it."