Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Shangguanyu was a little worried. After thinking about it, he got out of bed, changed his clothes and went out...

The fourth number was finally dialed correctly, and Wen Xiaoai couldn't help crying when he heard the voice of Tsing Yi.

"Three Masters."

"Woo, Tsing Yi..."

"Miss Wen?" Tsing Yi suddenly sat up from the bed and asked anxiously:

"What happened to Miss Wen?"

"Woo, Tsing Yi, come on here, Jun Moyan is dying, I'm so scared." Wen Xiaoai cried even more fiercely at Jun Moyan, who was unconscious and his expression increasingly ugly.

"What?!" Tsing Yi was stunned, and the next moment he opened the quilt and got out of bed.

"How is the third master now? How could it be hurt, who hurt him."

It is obvious that the two of them are now outside.

But when did the third master and Miss Wen go out?

"He fainted, come here quickly, call the drunkard, woo..."

"Well, Miss Wen, don't cry, I'll bring the drunk over right away, where are you and San Shao now?"

The drunkard had just lay down and was not asleep. At this moment, I heard that something was wrong, so I didn't need Tsing Yi to shout, he had already got up.

"In..." Wen Xiaoai looked at the completely strange tall buildings and streets outside the window.

"I don't know this is here."

"Okay, don't cry first, I'll come right now, are you and the third master safe now?"

As Tsing Yi said, he turned and hurried to get the medicine box of the alcoholic, and went out quickly with the alcoholic.

"Safe, come here, he shed a lot of blood."

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's words about safety, Tsing Yi took only a dozen bodyguards with him, located the location of Jun Moyan's mobile phone in the car, and hurried off immediately.

Wen Xiaoai said that she was afraid, so Tsing Yi asked her not to hang up and kept saying comforting words.

Wen Xiaoai put aside the cell phone that kept coming from Tsing Yi's voice, and looked at Jun Mo Yan Faqing's face.

"Jun Moyan? Can you hear me?"

"Jun Moyan? Open your eyes and look at me."

"Jun Mo Yan..."

No matter what Wen Xiaoai called him, he didn't respond.

"Woo...Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai stretched out his hand to hug Jun Moyan's neck and kissed his face, with a small face full of tears and blood pressed against his face.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, she held Jun Moyan, crying while waiting for them in Tsing Yi.

Inside the car, Wen Xiaoai’s helpless cry made people feel distressed. He was in a coma. It seemed that he couldn’t hear her crying, or saw her scared. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn’t. To.

"Little boy, don't cry..."

His weak voice sounded, and his voice trembled slightly, as if he was suffering some kind of great pain.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

The moment Wen Xiaoai heard Jun Moyan's voice, he immediately let go of him and held his face, but Jun Moyan didn't open his eyes at all.

"Jun Mo Yan."

"Jun Mo Yan."

"Jun Moyan, hold on again, they will come right away."

"Don't leave me alone, I'm afraid..."

She called his name over and over again, wanting to get his response again.

If it wasn't for Jun Moyan to return her, Wen Xiaoai really doubted whether he had heard it wrong just now.

"I'm not afraid... I'm here..."

He still couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't speak clearly.

But Wen Xiaoai understood it.

"Jun Mo Yan..." Wen Xiaoai cupped his face with both hands and pressed his forehead against his forehead.

"Don't leave me, you promised to marry me, you have to talk and count, you are not allowed to lie."

"I'll marry you."

He exhausted all his strength to answer her, but he still didn't have the strength to open his eyes to look at her again.