Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Grandpa was downed by Jun Wuyu. The situation has improved today, but I didn't expect another accident."

Jun Wuchen didn't expect that so many things happened in just three days.

Jun Wuhao even worsened, and it was too much to want to use Wen Xiaoai strongly.

It's self-inflicted to end up like this now.

"Grandpa just woke up and said he wants to see you, so come to the hospital."

"Yeah." Jun Moyan hung up the phone with a sullen face.

Slowly clenched his fists, the hand holding the phone was trembling with anger.

The wound that had just been bandaged accelerated blood circulation due to the intense expansion of his blood, and the gauze was slowly soaked with blood.

"Jun Moyan, what's the matter with you?" Wen Xiaoai saw Jun Moyan's face terribly gloomy and worried.

"Jun Wuhao died like this, it's really cheap for him." Jun Moyan gritted his teeth.

I knew that Jun Wuhao did more than that to Wen Xiaoai. I knew he would die so easily. Last night, he should have someone take him back to Wuyuan and beat him alive.

"No breath, no breath." Wen Xiaoai hurriedly stretched out a little hand and touched Jun Moyan's chest, giving him a good breath.

"Don't hide anything from me in the future." Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai.

He was not blaming her, but caring for her.

She must be afraid that he was worried, so she didn't tell him.

Wen Xiaoai nodded: "Well, I remember."

"Grandpa is looking for us, let's go." Jun Moyan took her hand.

"it is good."

After greeting Shangguan Yu, Jun Moyan took Wen Xiaoai and left with Tsing Yi.

Before leaving, he glanced at Jun Qing who was still sitting on the ground, Jun Moyan ignored him and left.

hospital--

"Wuchen, is Mo Yan here yet?" Old man Jun was lying on the bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, speaking weakly.

The wrinkled hand kept holding Jun Wuchen's hand.

"It should be coming soon, grandpa, are you hungry? Let's eat something." Jun Wuchen looked worriedly at Mr. Jun, who was in a bad state of mind.

"Grandpa is not hungry. Grandpa wants to sleep for a while. Mo Yan will come later. Remember to call Grandpa."

"it is good."

Hearing Jun Wuchen's response, Mr. Jun slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Mr. Jun heard Jun Moyan's voice in a daze.

Opening his eyes, I saw Jun Moyan and Wen Xiaoai as expected.

"grandfather."

"Mo Yan is here." Mr. Jun smiled, then looked at Wen Xiaoai.

"Xiao Ai is here too."

"Well, grandpa, are you okay." Wen Xiaoai looked at him for just two days, and looked at the old man who was more than ten years old, feeling very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, grandpa is okay." Old man Jun smiled.

Let them all sit down.

Wen Xiaoai originally thought that when Mr. Jun saw her at this time, he would no longer see her because of Jun Wuhao's death. Even if he was not as extreme as Mrs. Jun, he would call her a little bit, and even blame Jun Mo Yan for shooting Wounded Jun Wuhao seriously.

But not.

After Mr. Jun let them sit down, he took one of Jun Wuchen's and Jun Moyan's hands in his own.

Then he stared at the ceiling without saying a word.

They didn't speak either, just accompany him quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Mr. Jun moved his mouth and finally spoke.

"You two should be fine in the future, and don't have anything to do. There are also Mo Yan and Xiao Ai, you two should be fine too, grandpa is the only one you are.