Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai stood in the corner of the wall with her ears covered, and from time to time she secretly looked back at Jun Moyan who was cleaning his desk.

Seeing him throwing all the drafts into the trash can, Wen Xiaoai was full of guilt and wished to throw away her baby bottle.

When Jun Moyan drew the sketches, she was always by his side, so she knew very well that he had worked hard to draw those things for several days.

In the future, I should be more obedient. If Jun Moyan makes a mistake next time, let him stand in the corner for a few minutes...

Thinking about it this way, Wen Xiaoai felt a lot better.

Jun Moyan cleaned up the desk, took out the manuscript again, and prepared to remake the design drawings of the firearms that had just been destroyed.

He remembered all those things in his mind, and drew it again. It was only a matter of a few hours to repaint it exactly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the little milk cat standing in the corner, smelling the rich milk scent in the air, a small smile appeared at the corner of Jun Moyan's mouth, and he thought to himself that discipline is still good, and his consciousness is getting higher and higher. .

Jun Moyan retracted his gaze and returned to work.

Suddenly, there was a burst of colic in my heart, the pain was without warning, and it was so fierce that it was difficult to resist.

Jun Moyan's hand holding the pen tightened subconsciously, and the tip of the pen scratched the paper, as if thousands of silver needles had been pierced in his heart.

The pain that was beyond his bearing range spread directly to the brain nerves and spread to the limbs and limbs. Jun Moyan's face instantly turned pale, and the cold sweat immediately followed.

The pen came off weakly from his hand and fell on the table. He covered the position of his heart, clenched his teeth, frowned together, and his clothes were all held together by his heart.

The green veins on the forehead kept beating under the skin, looking a little shocking.

On the front wall, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but secretly turned back to see Jun Moyan, but she was shocked when she turned around.

"Meow."

She immediately ran away from the corner, walked around the desk, came to Jun Moyan's feet, stepped on the stool by Jun Moyan's feet and jumped onto his lap.

Looking at Jun Moyan, who was holding his heart, clenched a fist, his face was a little scary, and he seemed to be suffering from some kind of great pain.

"Meow meow meow."

She yelled at him anxiously and jumped on his lap.

Jun Moyan, what are you doing?

However, Jun Moyan's head was down, so painful that he couldn't speak a word, let alone respond to Wen Xiaoai.

"what……"

A scalp numb, painful cry came from his throat, and his eyes went dark, Jun Moyan lay down on the table, motionless.

"Meow meow meow."

Seeing Jun Moyan fainted, Wen Xiaoai jumped anxiously.

She hurriedly jumped onto the desk, leaned in front of Jun Moyan's face, stretched out her small paw and pushed hard with his arm resting on his head.

"Meow meow meow."

Jun Moyan, what's wrong with you?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wen Xiaoai claws his face directly.

He still did not respond.

Wen Xiaoai panicked.

Jun Mo Yan, don't die, I'm never angry with you anymore, I never steal snacks by myself, never hide lollipops, I'm obedient, wake up, don't scare me.

Wen Xiaoai thought he was so angry with Jun Moyan that she was so scared that she burst into tears.

Seeing that she couldn't wake him up, she turned around and jumped off the desk, ran out of the study to find someone to help.