Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

——The next morning

Wen Xiaoai panicked and cried loudly in the bedroom.

"Jun Mo Yan, Jun Mo Yan."

"Jun Moyan, I'm going to die, where are you? Come on, I shed a lot of blood."

Wen Xiaoai looked at the dazzling pool of blood under her pajamas and the sheets, she was so frightened that she couldn't move.

"Jun Mo Yan."

With the sound of rapid footsteps, the door was pushed open vigorously, and Wen Xiaoai hadn't seen it clearly yet, Jun Moyan's figure had appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

A nervous voice sounded, Jun Moyan went to bed on one knee, first put Wen Xiaoai in his arms, and then looked around the room vigilantly and quickly.

But no one else was seen.

"Jun Moyan, I'm going to die. I shed a lot of blood, and I can't stop it." Wen Xiaoai grabbed Jun Moyan's clothes tightly with two little hands, and tears came out.

The obvious smell of blood made Jun Mo Yan frowned. He looked down. When he saw Wen Xiaoai's blood-stained pants and the bed sheet under him, Jun Mo Yan raised his whole heart, directly Panicked.

"Why shed so much blood, who hurt you."

Although he was flustered, Jun Moyan calmly pressed down a siren on the bedside, and then shouted at the siren: "Call the drunkard right now."

"Let me see where it hurts."

After Jun Moyan ordered, he reached out and took off her pants to check the wound.

"I don't seem to be injured, just bleeding all the time." Wen Xiaoai rang out in a crying voice.

"Jun Moyan, am I going to die? I can't stop the blood, my stomach hurts."

I have suffered a lot of injuries in the past, but it is not like now. I obviously have a pain in my stomach, but the place where the blood bleeds is... it is too embarrassing.

Wen Xiaoai didn't even think about it now, afraid and ashamed.

Jun Mo Yan Dianguang, who was about to take off his pants to check the wound for Wen Xiaoai, suddenly thought of something. After two seconds of stunned, the roots of his ears instantly turned red.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Tsing Yi, who received the alarm, rushed up with a dozen bodyguards in black.

I arrived at the door in an instant.

"Three young masters, what happened."

Jun Mo Yan's hands were quick and quick, and Wen Xiaoai was directly wrapped in a single lift.

"roll."

"Huh?" The group of people in Tsing Yi stunned outside the door.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses and caught a glimpse of Wen Xiaoai who was blocked by Jun Moyan, and said, "Is Miss Wen hurt? The drunkard will come soon."

"Get out." Jun Moyan's impatient voice sounded again.

"..."

"Call me Xiaocha."

"..."

Seeing Tsing Yi still did not respond, Jun Moyan roared: "Go."

"...Immediately."

Tsing Yi exited the room with a dazed expression, and left with a dozen people, confused.

"Jun Moyan, I am not injured, I don't want to show it to the alcoholic." Wen Xiaoai blushed and whispered.

Although she doesn't know what she's doing, but she is so ashamed that she is bleeding to death, so she shouldn't show it to others.

"...I know." Jun Moyan's expression was a little unnatural.

"Am I going to die?" Wen Xiaoai squashed, pitifully.

"will not."

"I don't want to lose another life. Resurrection is uncomfortable at all, and this method of death is ashamed to die. When all the blood is drained, can I continue my life? Can I live without blood? What should I do if I can't live, I can't bear you." Wen Xiaoai became more and more scared as she talked, tears flowed more and more fiercely, and she couldn't cry.