Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Emotionally surged, Wen Xiaoai's nose was sour, missing, wronged, distressed, self-blaming, and all kinds of emotions erupted like a volcano.

She kept tightening her arms, holding them tighter.

"...Jun Mo Yan."

Wen Xiaoai choked out.

But Jun Moyan was so drunk that he didn't react at all.

"Jun Mo Yan?"

Seeing that Jun Moyan still didn't respond, Wen Xiaoai let go of him, got up from him, and knelt down and sat aside.

Looking at the several empty wine bottles on the ground, Wen Xiaoai felt even more uncomfortable.

Why did he drink this thing again, and drink so much.

Wen Xiaoai reached out and touched his face.

Lost, he really lost a lot.

"Jun Moyan? You wake up, I'm a good boy." Wen Xiaoai suffocated his tears, hoarse his throat.

"Jun Moyan, I'm back, wake up."

She kept calling him, she wanted to talk to him, wanted to hear his voice, wanted to see how happy he was when he saw himself.

She thought of him up, not wanting him to sit here like this, she looked very uncomfortable.

"Ok……"

Jun Mo Yan snorted, his head moved, as if hiding the messy hand on his face.

He frowned, as if he wanted to wake up, but he was too tired to open his eyes.

"Jun Mo Yan?"

"Jun Moyan, I am a good boy, you should wake up soon, don't sleep here, it's cold on the ground." Why couldn't I wake up Jun Moyan, Wen Xiaoai cried.

"Woo...Jun Moyan, don't ignore me, are you angry with the little boy."

"I didn't mean to leave, don't ignore Xiaoguai, will you wake up for a while?" Wen Xiaoai grabbed one of his hands tightly, crying more fiercely.

"Little boy..."

I don't know if he really heard Wen Xiaoai crying, but Jun Moyan screamed in panic.

Then slowly opened his eyes.

In the eyes, it was pitch black.

Wen Xiaoai's little face with pear blossoms and rain gradually became clear before his eyes.

Jun Moyan looked at her and couldn't tell if it was a dream or an illusion.

"Jun Mo Yan."

Seeing Jun Moyan finally woke up, Wen Xiaoai said with joy, but the grievances in his heart spread more and more.

She squashed her small mouth and was so wronged.

Want to hug Jun Mo Yan, but dare not.

He was afraid she was mad at himself.

"...Little boy?"

Jun Moyan's brain was in chaos. On the way back from the car, he was dressed in thin clothes and blew the cold wind for nearly an hour. After returning, he was drinking and sitting on the ground. In addition to the overload of work these days, he was a little hot now. .

I was really drunk too.

Jun Moyan raised his hand and approached Wen Xiaoai.

With warm palms touching her small face, Jun Moyan's first feeling was that she had lost weight.

There is no meat in the small face.

It took him a long time to raise her. How long has it been before he lost weight again.

"……is it you?"

He asked her cautiously, his hazy eyes showed that he was not sober at the moment, but still drunk.

"It's me, Jun Moyan is me, I'm a little boy, I'm back, woo..." Wen Xiaoai nodded crying.

The sentence "I'm back" made Jun Mo Yan stunned for a second.

The brain became clear for a moment, and he got up and hugged her.

"Woo...Jun Mo Yan..." Wen Xiaoai hugged him back.

"I thought you were ignoring me, I told you not to wake up, woooo..."

Hot tears soaked his neck, Jun Moyan hugged her tightly, as if to rub her into his body.

"...Little boy."

"Jun Moyan, are you angry with me?"

"No, no..." He hugged her tightly, smelling the familiar scent of milk on her body, Jun Moyan seemed to be alive again.