Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"You really want to know?"

"Of course I do, let's talk about it." The crowd moved forward curiously.

"Then ask the president yourself." Tsing Yi gave a consciously good suggestion.

"Cut~"

Everyone rolled their eyes collectively, and they were all a little disappointed.

"Jun Moyan, look at what this is."

Wen Xiaoai couldn't wait to take out the dozens of half-folded A4 papers from the big pocket of her overalls, and then handed them to Jun Moyan with both hands, looking at him pleadingly.

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to take it, and then opened it. When he saw the pages full of his name, his heart was shaken.

Looking at him with two small hands on his back, standing obediently, looking at him with a smile, like Wen Xiaoai who is checking his homework for the teacher and a good student, Jun Moyan has a strange feeling in his heart.

It's very subtle, although it's not clear, but he likes it very much.

"How is it? Did I write it well?"

"This is what you wrote today?"

"Yeah." Wen Xiaoai nodded with a smile.

"It's amazing." Jun Mo Yan praised without hesitation.

Wen Xiaoai smiled, and stretched out the small hand that had held the pen in front of him: "My hand hurts to write."

Jun Mo Yankong shot, held her little hand, and rubbed it for her.

If Wen Xiaoai was practicing calligraphy and said that handwriting hurts, maybe he would not let her write it, but what she wrote...is his name.

He likes her to write his name.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Wen Xiaoai retracted his hand, rolled his eyes, and then asked expectantly: "Jun Moyan, that...is there any reward?"

"What do you want?" Jun Moyan raised his hand and touched her little head.

"Baton……"

"No sugar."

"Hum╭(╯^╰)╮" Wen Xiaoai's small face suddenly collapsed.

"Change to another, sugar will be eaten next time."

"Then you give me a bite, no, take two bites."

"You can bite your hand." Jun Moyan generously brought his white wrist to her mouth.

"I don't want it." Wen Xiaoai pushed away his hand and stared at his pale pink lips: "I want to bite your mouth."

I will make you uncomfortable if you don’t give sugar~

"Don't be naughty, don't bite in your mouth."

"You can't bite your mouth, then mine will bite you."

Wen Xiaoai took a step forward as he spoke, grabbed his tie with one hand, then stood on tiptoe and pouted at him.

She suddenly wanted to see how Jun Moyan would react to biting her mouth, whether he was uncomfortable or she was uncomfortable.

Jun Moyan looked at her pouting mouth, his eyes darkened, and suddenly felt a little...thirsty.

He stared at her full and moist lips, and his heartbeat slowly accelerated, then faster and faster, and finally completely messed up the rhythm.

An employee passed by and watched this blasting scene in the aisle. He was silly on the spot, and a bunch of materials in his hand fell to the ground.

After returning to his senses, Jun Moyan quickly moved his gaze away from Wen Xiaoai's lips and glanced at the man.

The man was startled, and an alarm sounded in his mind: It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, and you must withdraw quickly.

He hurriedly bent over to pick up the scattered materials, and then he nodded again and again: "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything, I just passed by."

The man stooped to apologize and backed away. He didn't even go the way, and went back the same way.

The more I go, the more excited.

Shocking news, big news, the president was pulled by a cute **** the company aisle and asked for a kiss~

Seeing the person leaving, Jun Moyan looked back at Wen Xiaoai, and raised his hand to remove her little hand from his tie.