Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Wuhao repeatedly refused to consider family affection to challenge his bottom line, because he was really afraid that he would not succeed.

"Yes." Bai Yi can only nod his head.

It's time to kill, fame or something... let's put it aside.

Whoever really dares not to be afraid of chewing his tongue, he will be a wicked person and pull out their tongues.

Drink alcohol to the alcoholic.

As for the forces behind Ace, according to the current situation, there will always be a match.

It would be better to shoot first.

The door of the operating room opened,

The doctor walked out in sweat, holding in his arms the cat that was just a little bigger than the slap of an adult man.

Before Jun Moyan could ask, the doctor spoke first: "Sorry, I, I really tried my best. Although the bullet was taken out, it lost too much blood, and I couldn't recover."

The more the doctor said, the lower his voice, and the paler his face.

One was tired from completing two operations one after another, and the other was frightened by Jun Moyan's cold eyes.

What's more, this person is still holding a pistol in his hand. Of course, even if he doesn't have that gun, he dare not offend him.

This man is really scary.

"Why don't you find a veterinarian? I am not a professional in this area after all. This cat can last for five or six hours. There is a home on Yonghe Avenue in the city center...."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Jun Moyan had already taken the cat from him, turned and left.

It hurts, it hurts.

It’s never been so painful.

The moment Wen Xiaoai, who was so weak that he couldn't open his eyes, touched Jun Moyan's body, the mysterious energy that could heal the wound struck again.

It was this strange influx of energy that relieved her unbearable pain at the moment.

Wen Xiaoai, who was too imaginary to open his eyes, finally had the strength to open his eyes.

She lifted her eyes slightly and saw the man's delicate jaw tightened because of anxiety.

She was drowsy again after only one glance.

In a daze, I heard such a sentence.

"Go back to the capital immediately and call me the drunkard."

It was supposed to be a very nice voice, but because of the anger and hidden worry of the voice owner, it made people a little scared.

Wen Xiaoai rubbed Jun Moyan's arms with some difficulty, trying to draw more energy from him, trying to save this life.

She cherishes life very much, and she doesn't want to waste her life casually unless there is no cure.

However, her action made Jun Moyan mistakenly think that her body was too painful and unbearable.

Of course, Wen Xiaoai really hurts, and has never been so painful since childhood.

Mainly not because of the gunshot wounds on her body, but the damage to her inner alchemy caused the meridians to break.

The man's big palm covered her little furry head and rubbed it lightly.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

His unspeakable voice rang softly from above.

Wen Xiaoai, who was so gentle that he was confused, doubted whether this sentence was said by the same person, because it was too far away from the tone of the command that Bai Yi just said.

It may be because I have never spoken in such a tone. Under this gentleness, it is more unnatural and rigid, but it is good enough to be heard enough to make people fall into it.

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Capital——

Wu (Four Tones of Wu) Garden——

"Why? It was in the middle of the night that people were not allowed to sleep."

"Can you stop holding my hand, I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, how can I marry a wife as a drunkard?"

"Don't pull my clothes either. My clothes are expensive. If you pull it, you will pay for it."