Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Since there is no injury, whose blood is this?"

"Meow meow meow."

Wicked woman.

"Don't stay well, run out, even if you are injured, you deserve it."

what?

Deserve it?

Wen Xiaoai exploded immediately.

"Meow!"

If she doesn't run away, the bad woman doesn't know what will happen to her.

"You still have a temper? Am I wrong?" Jun Moyan taught it with a stern face.

Tsing Yi must have told him not to run around, he could understand, but he still ran out.

disobedient!

The training!

"Meow!"

You just said it wrong and you wronged me.

Jun Mo Yan is a big bad guy and hates him to death.

Wen Xiaoai's sharp nails came out, and she wanted to scratch him a few times.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai who showed his "weapon" to it, Jun Moyan frowned, his eyes slightly cold.

This is his most basic reaction when facing danger, no matter who the opponent is.

However, it was the dark breath that was unconsciously exuding between this frown that made Wen Xiaoai instantly stunned, and her nails were also obediently closed.

"Meow……"

Wen Xiaoai yelled very imposingly, tears rolling.

Don't mention much wronged.

Its so aggrieved little appearance made Jun Moyan slowly lose his temper, sighed slightly, and said helplessly:

"Dare to run around next time?"

"Meow……"

dare!

She is not stupid not to run in danger.

Jun Moyan thought it was afraid to say it, and his tone improved a lot: "Retract the tears."

"Meow……"

Can't get it back.

I feel wronged and want to cry.

Want to go home, miss the grandma of the patriarch, miss Ye Qi, miss her friends...

The more Wen Xiaoai thought about it, the more aggrieved, Dou Da's tears fell directly and fell on the back of Jun Moyan's hand, so hot that his heart trembled.

Looking at the little milk cat who kept crying while looking at him with big watery eyes, Jun Moyan reached out his hand and wiped his tears, but he didn't say comforting words at all.

Tsing Yi on the side looked at Wen Xiaoai after training, and now seems to be...Jun Moyan, who comforted others, was a little dumbfounded.

God, this is the third master of the Black Hades, who has few words and is indifferent to everything, one word will kill you, and one eye will make people kneel and beg for mercy?

Could it be transferred?

The more aggrieved people were comforted, the more they wanted to cry. Wen Xiaoai buried his head in Jun Moyan's arms, crying more fiercely.

"You really shouldn't be fierce to it. It was chased by a dog, so it came to me, and fell somersault when entering the door." Jun Wuchen, who had always wanted to interject, finally found a chance to speak.

Jun Moyan squeezed the corner of his mouth slightly, stroking the small head in his arms with his big hand, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

How does it feel as if he was still training wrong...

"Do not cry."

A very cold comforting sentence came out of Jun Moyan.

Jun Wuchen on the side couldn't help but smile: "The third child, you really can't comfort people. If you marry a wife in the future, you won't be wronged every day."

However, Wen Xiaoai couldn't stop crying, and his small body twitched, tears wet Jun Moyan's clothes.

"Uh... Third Young Master, I checked it on the Internet, and the cat's tears seemed to be sick, not really crying." Tsing Yi didn't know whether the Internet was reliable.

"Meow!"

Wen Xiaoai immediately raised his head from Jun Moyan's arms when he heard it, and screamed at Tsing Yi.

You don't cry, you get sick.

This princess just cried. She was told to cry by your house owner. She cried very sadly. You said I would not cry.