Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"You disappointed me too much." Jun Qing shook his head repeatedly.

"Disappointment? Huh..." Jun Wuhao smiled sarcastically: "Yes, in your heart, only Jun Moyan is your own son. I can't do anything to compare to him. In your heart, my mother's status is never comparable to him. That dead bitch...crack."

As soon as Jun Wuhao's voice fell, a clear applause sounded fiercely.

Jun Wuhao's face was slapped to one side. He almost didn't expect to get such a slap, and it took him a long time to recover.

He turned his head and looked at Jun Qing with an angry face in disbelief.

"Jun Qing, what are you doing?" Madam Jun rushed over immediately.

"Jun Qing, you are crazy, what are you doing with Wuhao?" The old lady Jun looked at the slap prints on Jun Wuhao's face, distressed to death.

"Didn't you say that I can't teach my son well? I'm going to teach him how to behave well now. Even a deceased person doesn't know how to respect him. I still expect him to become a powerful weapon. The Jun family will sooner or later fall into his hands."

"You are innocent for that bitch, Jun Qing, you are really good." Madam Jun gritted her teeth.

Mrs. Jun, who was also born in a prominent family, has never been afraid of Jun Qing.

"If you dare to scold her again, I will even hit you."

"You have done a good job with my old lady." The old lady Jun stepped forward to meet Jun Qing's anger.

Jun Qing looked at her unreasonable mother, and was so angry.

"Be so used to him, he will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later."

He dropped this sentence and turned and left.

Those who left watching the excitement looked at each other and wanted to leave, but at this time it was not good to say goodbye to Mrs. Jun, or to leave without saying hello.

So I just sat there and waited until they left.

"Wuhao, how are you, does it hurt?" The old lady Jun saw that her face was swollen, not to mention feeling distressed.

"Grandma, I'm fine, I am indeed responsible for tonight's affairs."

"Don't take everything on yourself, others can't remember your good. That evildoer is a scourge, wherever you go, it's a good family dinner, you have to bring an uncultivated wild girl back to make trouble, I think He did it intentionally. After leaving Jun's house, I see what storm he can cause."

"Grandma, you underestimate him, he doesn't look down on Jun's family at all." Speaking of Jun Moyan, in addition to hatred and jealousy in Jun Wuhao's eyes.

Why, why is he inferior to what he does.

"You look at him too high." The old lady Jun was full of disdain and turned to Mrs. Jun:

"Hui'er, let someone go find some medicine for Wushu to wipe."

"Okay." Madam Jun turned around and left.

"Grandma, the girl Jun Moyan brought back doesn't look like an ordinary child." Jun Wuhao thought of Wen Xiaoai's face that made people like it, and he was very unconvinced.

"There are no good people who can walk with him."

"..." Jun Wuhao didn't reply. Instead, he glanced at Ji Hongyan who was standing at the dinner table, lowered his eyes slightly, and then a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and a nasty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a little itchy in his arm. He raised his hand and scratched, but the scratch couldn't stop. The more itchy scratched, the more itchy, not only the arm, but also the body...

"This princess is so angry that this princess is so angry, ahhhh~" Wen Xiaoai clenched her small fist, jumped around Jun Moyan in anger, and yelled from time to time.