Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"what happened?"

"Are you tired of me?"

"No."

"Then why don't you take me with you."

"Don't you like Jun's house?"

"If you don't like it, don't you like it. I just like you. If you don't like it, then can't you go? Then you don't like it the same way? Then why are you going." Wen Xiaoai said no good.

"..."

"Say, why don't you like it?"

Jun Moyan took a deep breath, then took her hand: "I will take you to change your clothes."

"What clothes to change?"

"Be nice and go see Grandpa."

"Hmph~ don't want me to go for a while, but ask me to go for a while." Wen Xiaoai refused to go, a little emotional.

Jun Moyan had a headache.

"Then go or not?"

"I'm definitely going if you go, but I am a little angry now and don't want to go." Wen Xiaoai twisted his head.

Jun Moyan didn't speak, and came directly to Wen Xiaoai and crouched down.

Wen Xiaoai smirked while pursing his mouth, but still stood still.

Jun Moyan knew what she was thinking, and said directly: "I'll buy you food in a while."

As soon as Jun Moyan finished speaking, Wen Xiaoai jumped on his back and put his arms around his neck and said excitedly: "Milk tea lollipop ice cream."

"Okay." Jun Moyan was a little funny, and he left the office with her on his back.

I thought this little thing was so coaxing.

However, Jun Moyan didn't know, and it was so coaxing for him. Who would make Wen Xiaoai angry before, but she had no chance to be beaten by her.

Jun Mo Yan backed the scene of Wen Xiaoai in the company again, and the whole company was boiling.

Taking Wen Xiaoai to change into suitable clothes, the stylist tossed her for nearly an hour.

Had it not been for the sugar in his mouth, Wen Xiaoai would have picked up something and left.

After finally getting it done, Jun Moyan frowned and was dissatisfied with a million.

Just picked up the wet tissue on the table and wiped off the makeup that Wen Xiaoai had tossed for nearly an hour.

What kind of horrible things are painted, hurting Xiaoguai's skin.

After wiping off the things on her face, Jun Moyan's eyebrows stretched out.

His little boy is so beautiful and his skin is so good, he doesn't need to apply those things at all.

In fact, the stylist put on a suitable light makeup based on Wen Xiaoai's appearance, which is obviously pretty, but someone is not satisfied.

The stylist on the side dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. There was no other way. He ran into other people at most to get some money. This great **** in front of him was terrible~

Jun Moyan personally chose another dress for Wen Xiaoai, and tied her a simple hair after she changed.

Tsing Yi on the side looked at Jun Moyan who was tying Wen Xiaoai's hair, and his eyes almost didn't fall out.

This, is this special still the third master?

Tie a girl's hair? My God, it refreshes my three views.

Third Young Master, you are going crazy. You actually learned how to tie your hair. If you let Master Shangguan know about this, I can tell you for half a year.

"Jun Moyan, they just wanted to catch my eyeballs." Wen Xiaoai who was eating candy came out.

When Jun Mo heard this, his eyes full of murderous and chilly eyes stared at the stylist on the side.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I thought this young lady was wearing cosmetic contact lenses and wanted to change her to another color." The stylist was so scared that she waved her hand and backed away.

It's really that Wen Xiaoai doesn't look like a mixed race, and he has the charm of ancient classical beauties. Who knows that these eyes are really natural...