Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Wuchen hesitated, and finally put it on the armrest.

Wen Xiaoai stood on the armrest of the wheelchair, and he could see Jun Moyan.

"San Shao." Ji Hongyan greeted Jun Moyan softly.

With a soft voice and a shy expression, the average man would be a little moved when he saw it, but Jun Moyan only felt sick.

This pretentious voice is simply incomparable with his little boy's little milk voice.

And the pungent perfume smell on her body is even more so different from Xiaoguai's milk smell.

Jun Moyan thought, subconsciously looking at when he got on the armrest of the wheelchair, staring at him with a pair of big dark blue eyes at the moment... Wen Xiaoai who was looking next to him.

Is it watching... Ji Hongyan?

This little thing, see one love one?

Wen Xiaoai said: Where do you see love in my eyes?

That bad woman next to you can be broken or broken, are you still sitting next to her, waiting for her to kill you?

Stupid Jun Mo Yan!

"No dust, what's going on?" Mrs. Jun looked at the cat on the arm of his wheelchair.

In fact, she had seen it a long time ago, but she never had the opportunity to ask.

Everyone looked at the somewhat abrupt cat.

Jun Wuhao and Ji Hongyan glanced at the cat, and they looked at each other tacitly.

Is this cat the one that was chased by a dog outside the pavilion before?

Jun Wuchen?

When did he start raising cats?

"a cat."

Jun Wuchen simply replied, with a gentle smile on his face from beginning to end.

Mrs. Jun was somewhat helpless with his answer: "Let her servant take care of it, so why should she bring it to the table."

Wen Xiaoai thought that the old lady was going to rush her off the table, so she turned her head and sold her cuteness, and her milky voice screamed:

"Meow~"

This old lady is not amiable at all.

If it wasn't for Jun Moyan, this princess would disdain to stay in the same room with you.

"It's scary and clingy, but it's very good."

Jun Wuchen thought: Afraid of life? not necessarily.

Sticky? This is true.

It's just not him who is sticky.

"Okay, please move your chopsticks, the dishes are going to be cold." Mr. Jun greeted everyone to eat.

Wen Xiaoai drank some milk when he came, now looking at the delicious food on the table, he couldn't help swallowing.

Humph, I must have Jun Moyan give her a snack when I go back at night.

Wen Xiaoai looked away from the table full of food with difficulty, and stared at Jun Moyan, lest he accidentally drank the glass in front of him...it should be a bar.

The red one is similar to the stuffed stuffed flower of their Cat Demon Race.

"San Shao, you taste this." Ji Hongyan used public chopsticks to put some dishes on his plate for Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, his eyes cold.

But he ignored her.

Naturally, she would not eat the dishes she picked, even if it was served with chopsticks.

The family banquet continued, and Ji Hongyan saw that the time was almost the same, so she raised the red wine in front of her.

"Three young masters, I toast you a cup."

"Miss Ji, you can't eat and sleep, haven't anyone taught you?" Jun Moyan sounded in a cold voice.

Ji Hongyan's complexion was suddenly red and white.

Wen Xiaoai on the side originally raised his heart, but saw that Jun Moyan didn't mean to drink, so he was relieved.

"Sorry."

Ji Hongyan put down the raised red wine in a little embarrassment, looked at Jun Wuhao, who was sitting on the side of the Lord, and asked for help.

Jun Wuhao, who received the request for help, said: "Mo Yan, Miss Ji just wants to have a drink with you, you see you scared people."

This Mo Yan, naturally, was not from the heart.