Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

It seems that the person who forcibly changed Wen Xiaoai's pants just now is not him at all.

Wen Xiaoai snorted and moved her little **** aside, away from Jun Mo Yan.

Jun Moyan's behavior this morning was so annoying, she had to be angry for at least three hours this time before talking to him.

The two were eating breakfast, and two figures walked in at the door.

The drunkard and Tsing Yi looked strangely at the two dining in the hall.

"Why do you eat here?" the alcoholic asked casually.

Seeing that neither of them returned to him, the drunkard didn't care either, and walked up to sit down on the sofa.

Asked Xiang Junmo Yan: "What can I do?"

Jun Moyan took a sip of milk and frowned slightly. He never drinks this, nor does he like it.

It's just that Wen Xiaoai likes it very much, Xiaocha also prepared a portion for him by the way, but in the past his share was also drunk by Wen Xiaoai.

Just now because he saw that Wen Xiaoai only brought out a glass of milk and sandwiches, he helped her bring this cup out, not to drink it himself.

Looking at the milk cup that Wen Xiaoai was about to bottom out, Jun Moyan directly put the sip of milk in front of her.

He did this movement very naturally, and it seemed that the two had never had any unpleasantness before.

And Wen Xiaoai is more used to it, and doesn't think there is anything.

Jun Moyan retracted his hand and then answered the drunkard's words: "My arm was bruised by a bullet two days ago, and the wound is healing at a normal speed."

"What then? Do you want me to change your dressing?" The alcoholic was speechless.

Normally, he can handle this small injury by himself.

"I said the wound healing speed is normal." Jun Moyan repeated the key words in the sentence.

"Isn't it normal..." The drunkard shook, knowing what Jun Moyan meant.

The last time he was injured in the Holy City, the wound healed at an amazing speed.

After that tattoo appeared, he even said that he felt reborn from the ashes, and his body and senses were several times stronger than normal people.

Until...until the tattoo disappeared...

He doesn't doubt the medicine he gave him last time?

Probably not, the tattoo disappeared after nearly ten days after taking the medicine.

And he has no reason to doubt him.

"Let me see the wound." The drunkard said.

"Don't look at it, it's okay." He knows his own body very well, and he has been injured so many times, he knows all kinds of wounds very well.

"Look, the drunkard is a doctor who knows better than you." Wen Xiaoai said as he reached out and unbuttoned Jun Moyan's shirt, he didn't care about getting angry.

Jun Mo Yan let her explain.

After Wen Xiaoai unbuttoned his shirt halfway, he exposed his injured shoulder.

Looking at the wound on his shoulder that was obviously not treated for the second time, Wen Xiaoai frowned: "Did you come back last night without applying the medicine?"

I thought it would be better after two days, no need to apply any medicine, but after thinking about it, in order not to worry Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan changed his words:

"Apply later."

Wen Xiaoai, who heard Jun Moyan's words, didn't say anything.

The drunkard checked Jun Moyan's wound and found that there was no problem.

"Has your body changed recently?"

After thinking about it, Jun Moyan still said: "The tattoo on my chest disappeared. It disappeared ten days after the tattoo appeared. After disappearing, I feel that my body has returned to its original state."

"Disappeared?" Tsing Yi really felt that the world was becoming more and more mysterious.

If someone tells him that there are monsters in this world, he will believe it.