Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Hearing the praise, Wen Xiaoai immediately became excited and prepared to show Feng Lidan what he had written before.

Let him open his eyes.

"You slow down, put your clothes on first, and it's freezing." Feng Lidan grabbed Wen Xiaoai who was about to leave the house, and then went to get her a thick cotton jacket to put on.

Wen Xiaoai ran out of the room as soon as the clothes were put on, and the zippers weren't closed.

"Hey..." Feng Lishan immediately followed out of the room.

Followed all the way into the study.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the study, I saw Wen Xiaoai sitting on the office chair, holding the key and opening the drawer next to it.

Feng Lidan walked in and looked over the study.

Although I don't want to see Jun Mo Yan, I still have to admit one thing, that is, Jun Mo Yan's ability is really good.

Because he hadn't seen any family members of Jun Moyan before, Feng Lidan asked Wen Xiaoai casually.

I learned that Jun Moyan had severed contact with his family.

So everything he has now comes from his own struggle.

As soon as Feng Lidan walked to the desk, he saw Wen Xiaoai taking out a thick wad of paper from the drawer.

"Look, these are all written by me." Wen Xiaoai excitedly showed her results to Feng Lishan.

In the eyes of Feng Lidan and even the entire tribe, she learned to write, which was much more powerful than any difficult spell to learn.

Feng Li smiled and took the thick pile of paper.

Although Wen Xiaoai learned what he least wanted to learn because of Jun Mo Yan, he was very happy that Wen Xiaoai could write.

Only when Feng Lidan looked at the papers in his hand one by one with relief, his face and eyes slowly changed.

In the end, his face was completely ugly.

Feng Lidan quickly read all the papers at once, and finally got a little angry when he saw it.

"Why are all Jun Moyan?!"

He thought that Wen Xiaoai also wrote his name.

Fortunately he was looking forward to it.

"Yes."

Wen Xiaoai thought to herself: Otherwise, what do you think it is?

"Can't you write something else?"

"I can only write Jun Mo Yan."

"..."

Feng Lishan was almost choked to death by Wen Xiaoai's words.

"You, did you learn these three words?" Feng Lidan followed with three fingers.

"Yes." Wen Xiaoai responded again.

"You learn to write to write Jun Moyan's name?" Feng Lidan continued to ask.

"Yes."

"..." Feng Lidan was about to cry.

Didn't his little princess be tuned, or died twice and his brain broke?

"You, can't you even learn my name?" Feng Lidan felt aggrieved.

He has been loving her for so many years, and he is actually not as good as Jun Moyan.

"I don't want to learn, I don't even bother to learn my own name. Besides, if you want to learn it, I must learn my own first."

"……I."

This is too hurtful.

Feng Li angrily threw the pile of paper in his hand back on the table.

Then grabbed the pen on the table, found a piece of paper, and wrote his name in a few strokes.

Pushed in front of Wen Xiaoai.

"Write this."

Wen Xiaoai glanced at him and shook his head: "What is this?"

"my name."

"No."

"..." Don't mention how angry Feng Litan is.

Wen Xiaoai looked at Feng Lidan, who was so angry, his little finger pointed at the last two words of Feng Lidan's name on the paper and said: "These two words are too difficult to write."

"...You have no conscience, I won't hurt you anymore." Feng Li said in an annoyed way.