Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Jun Mo Yan~"

Wen Xiaoai shook his hand holding Jun Moyan's sleeve, blinking and looking at him with big eyes.

In the past, when she acted like a baby, Jun Moyan didn't know how to do it. This trick was to try all things, but it was related to the safety of her and her children. Obviously, this time it would not work.

Jun Mo Yan pursed his lips and looked at Wen Xiaoai softly, telling her helplessly: No.

"Little princess, your man is right. You are pregnant and it is indeed inconvenient to contact too many people. You will have to work hard for a while. When the baby is born, you can live for as long as you want them to live." Feng Litan Pour Wen Xiaoai a cup of warm water to moisturize her throat.

She hasn't stopped this little mouth for more than an hour.

"Can't you live in now?" Wen Xiaoai was a little disappointed, but he also knew that they were doing it for their own good.

But she is really going to die of suffocation in the past six months.

"Hey, I will take you wherever you want to play after the baby is born." Jun Moyan held her small hand in his palm and rubbed it.

"Okay, can you keep them for dinner that night?" Wen Xiaoai retreated and compromised.

Jun Mo Yan was silent for a moment, unable to resist Wen Xiaoai's acting like a baby, and considering her mood, he finally agreed.

Then he turned around and let Feng Lidan prepare dinner.

Since coming to the underworld, Wen Xiaoai's clothing, food, shelter, and transportation have all been done by Jun Moyan himself. Pluto has sent a widow to serve on many occasions, but he has been sent away.

Except for himself, he couldn't rest assured that anyone taking care of Wen Xiaoai would not be able to connect.

"You want this medicine king to prepare dinner?" Feng Lidan's eyes widened, almost unable to hold back the tea pouring Jun Mo Yan in his hand.

"If you don't go, don't you let this seat go? Do you dare to eat the dinner prepared by this seat?" Jun Mo Yan lazily glanced at him.

He didn't feel relieved about these medicine boys, it was not that he was worried about them, but the underworld.

People who are afraid of taking the opportunity to use them.

When the Yaotong heard Jun Moyan's words, they shook their heads and said they didn't dare to eat, and then all looked at Yaowang.

"You cats, see what I do? The medicine king prepared it, so you dare to eat it? Aren't you afraid of diarrhea?!" Feng Li threw his cup out of anger and cursed them for their senselessness.

Actually sold him like that.

Seven or eight Yaotong looked at him without saying a word.

But the meaning was obvious. Of course, Master Medicine King prepared better than Master Zhenhun and the little princess.

Feng Lidan opened his mouth, unable to say a word.

Finally, he swore his sleeves and went out.

"Feng Li Dan, I want to eat Zi Liu Bing Yu Wan." Wen Xiao Ai's excited voice came from behind.

Feng Lidan, who was still scolding a second, turned around and changed a smile, and whispered back softly: "Okay, wait obediently, if you are hungry, let the man get you some spiritual fruit cushion first, and I will be back soon. "

"it is good."

When Yaowang returned from the Mao Yaozu with dinner, the room was almost arranged by those Yaotong.

Seven or eight medicine boys stood tremblingly at the table, not daring to make a splash.

Wen Xiaoai wanted to give them the spirit fruit for a while, and later he wanted to pour them tea, Jun Mo Yan was willing to do this.

When he handed the tea to one of the little medicine boys, the little medicine boy took two steps back in fright.

Finally, Jun Moyan waved his sleeves and let them fall on their own.

Several people stood in a row holding a cup of tea in one hand and a spirit fruit in the other.

It's thanks to Wen Xiaoai that they talked about it, or else they would really be suffocated by the atmosphere.

The moment Feng Lidan came back, the few people looked as if they had seen their father.

Kind as never before.