Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Why don't you speak anymore?

"Mo Yan, you won't quarrel with Xiao Ai, are you?" Jun Wuchen frowned slightly and expressed concern.

Jun Moyan's hand holding the phone tightened, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and then he said: "No, it's Xiao Ai and her cousin who have returned to the Holy City, so they can't go..."

"That's right, I can only thank people next time."

"Ok."

"Okay, I see, I will tell Grandpa, then Mo Yan, you remember to come back then."

Jun Moyan pondered for a while before responding: "...Hmm."

After the phone was hung up, Jun Wuchen held the phone in his hand. He looked at the exquisite lookout pavilion outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes gleaming.

Lips move slightly and let out a soft voice

"gone back……"

Late at night

In that dark secret room, Nie Jiuque used his spiritual power to repair Gu Sheng's soul on time as usual.

Night sounds appear

"Master, Madam He Feng Litan went back to the Demon Race a few days ago."

"I know." Nie Jiuque responded.

"Madam must hate us now, and the last time your Lord pretended to be Ye Qi and stopped Madam from returning to the cat demon clan, she must also know."

"……Ok."

"But it's okay for Madam to go back, don't worry about her and Jun Moyan..." Ye Yin said, realizing that he shouldn't say this and immediately shut up.

"By the way, there is one more thing. Bai Mingmen and a foreign organization are tit-for-tat. It's the same as before, but this time is more serious than before. What do you think of this matter?"

"You promised Madam not to let Bai Mingmen do bad things, so we should take this opportunity to disband it."

In Yeyin's view, Nie Jiuque's return to the Demon Realm is a matter of time, and there is really no need to arrange a back road in the Human Realm.

"Regardless of them, you should leave the matter here and I will handle it myself. You will go back to the Demon Realm and stare at Zuo Yan right now. He knows that Xiao Ai is Yinger, and I'm afraid he will be against Xiao Ai."

"Okay, I'll go back right away, Lord, be careful of yourself."

"Ok."

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Cat demon

"Xiao Ai, are you there?" Ye Qi raised his hand and buttoned the door lightly.

In the room, Wen Xiaoai, who was holding a brush and writing seriously, was taken aback.

"In...not...I am."

Ye Qi outside the door was amused by Wen Xiaoai's cute answer.

"Brother Ye Qi is here."

"Wait... OK..."

Wen Xiaoai hurriedly got up and hid dozens of rice papers with Jun Moyan's name on the table in his wide sleeves.

Before he could clean up the brush and inkstone, Ye Qi had already walked in.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai packing something at the table, she asked with a smile.

"Xiao Ai, what are you doing inside? Did you secretly do something bad again, panicking."

"I didn't." Wen Xiaoai turned his back with two small hands behind him.

The little face was frightened.

Ye Qi looked at Wen Xiaoai who turned around, his steps paused, and then a pretty face was full of smiles.

"I haven't said that, your face is like a little cat."

Wen Xiaoai quickly raised her hand to touch her face, but forgot that her hand was also stained with a lot of ink. With this touch, Xiaohualian became a big face.

"Don't wipe it, the more you wipe it."

Ye Qi walked over with the medicated food, raised his hand and grabbed Wen Xiaoai's little hand rubbing his face.

He put the medicated food on the table and looked at the pen and ink on the table, very surprised.

"Xiao Ai, are you practicing calligraphy or painting?"

For the first time in hundreds of years, I have seen Wen Xiaoai bring pen and ink into his room. This is no longer a phrase that can be expressed by "uncommon".

"I... practice calligraphy..." Wen Xiaoai said with a guilty heart.