Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Xiao Ai, Wen Xiao Ai, it's her, it's this dead girl who killed her, it's her."

"What are you doing?!" Mr. Jun frowned and looked at the somewhat crazy Mrs. Jun angrily.

Old lady Jun seemed to have not heard his words, still cursing ugly words.

"It's this dead girl who seduce Wushu, deliberately designed to let Jun Moyan have an excuse to kill Wushu, I'm going to catch this dead girl and put her in jail, so that she can't die, and Jun Moyan's evil , Damn it."

The old lady Jun stood up to leave when she said, Jun Yan and his wife hurriedly stopped her.

"Dad, let's send Mom back to the room first. You and Wuchen will also go to rest early. I have been tired all day."

"Yeah." Mr. Jun nodded.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to find that dead girl to settle the account, I want her to return Wushu to me, and to me."

"Mom, stop making trouble, I'll take you back to the room." Jun Yan and his wife helped the old lady to leave.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me."

It took a long time for the two of them to take away Mrs. Jun.

Mr. Jun closed his eyes with a headache, his brows were hurt.

The night is getting deeper.

"No harm..."

"No harm..."

It was pitch black in Jun Wuhao's room, and a figure was sitting on the bedside, holding the pillow that Jun Wuhao had slept in his arms, and his body shook with the name in his mouth.

"No harm, woo, you come back, don't leave mom."

"No harm..."

Mrs. Jun was crying, shouting Jun Wuhao's name, tears wet the pillow in her arms.

She just called Jun Wuhao's name and sat on Jun Wuhao's bed with a daze.

For some time, Mrs. Jun, who had been crying and chanting Jun Wuhao’s name, suddenly stopped crying. She lifted her face full of wounds and tears from the pillow, and slowly calmed down, her eyes gradually covered with tears. Stained with a vicious light.

The tears in her eyes slipped, making people see the look in her eyes more clearly.

She opened her mouth and slowly uttered three words.

"Wen...little...ai..."

As the name screamed from her mouth, the vicious light in her eyes grew stronger, plated with vengeful killing intent.

The next morning--

"Little boy? Wake up."

Jun Moyan woke up Wen Xiaoai who fell asleep late last night because he was going to the Holy City today.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai screamed softly, and Jun Mo Yan's heart seemed to melt.

"Get up."

"Um...no, I want to sleep."

Wen Xiaoai lazily responded, and subconsciously arched towards Jun Moyan, but found that Jun Moyan was not on the bed.

"Will you go to the holy city or return to the demon world?"

"."

Wen Xiaoai opened his eyes suddenly, stared at Jun Moyan for two seconds and then sat up suddenly.

"Yes, of course."

"Then go brush your teeth and wash your face, and go after breakfast, the plane at nine o'clock."

"it is good."

Wen Xiaoai immediately got out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

Jun Moyan smiled, and went into the bathroom, brushing Wen Xiaoai's teeth and washing her face.

After breakfast, Tsing Yi drove the two to the airport.

"Three young masters, are you going like this?"

"how?"

"You go to visit Miss Wen's family. At any rate, prepare some gifts in advance, or do you go to the holy city to prepare the gifts? It is one thing that the importance of the ceremony is not important, but the main reason is your heart. Will you go to the holy city to prepare the gifts? It’s too late? Don’t give this money, it’s too frivolous."

Tsing Yi drove his car while worrying.

Jun Moyan thought for a while, then asked, "Then what do you think is good for the old man?"