Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Feng Lidan rushed towards Jun Moyan who was sitting at the desk while holding back.

Jun Moyan stopped his movements, raised his eyes to look at Feng Lidan, and said: "I rushed past as fast as possible last night, and I had a reminder in advance..."

"Don't talk to me about this, you should rush over as fast as you can. You rush over to collect the corpse?! There is nothing wrong with that stupid boy. If he gets cold, you have to kill me!"

Jun Moyan knew that Feng Lidan's starting point was white clothes. Although he was hostile, he was not malicious. In addition, Feng Lidan didn't want to see him. It would be good if he didn't take the opportunity to do it directly with him.

"How is he in white?"

"How is it? The blood has flowed to the ground, and there are two more blood holes on his body, how do you think?!" Feng Litan got angry after thinking about it, and wished that Jun Moyan also had two blood holes in his body, but If he did, the little princess would have to scratch him.

"...Thank you last night."

"Who wants you to thank you? I have nothing to do with you for saving Baiyi. Don't put gold on your face. I tell you, this is the last time. If you do this dangerous thing for Baiyi in the future, I Cut you into a stick."

"What is a stick?" Wen Xiaoai couldn't help asking.

"A kid knows so much what to do? You have no conscience, did you just tell him about it?"

Wen Xiaoai pouted his lips: "Nothing."

"No, I have seen it. If I come here a little later, you will have to lock the door and shut me out."

"If you say no, you don’t want to. Jun Moyan didn’t want to be injured in white clothes. Don’t blame him. He said that he rushed past as soon as possible last night. And he didn’t rest last night, and he came back this morning. It."

"You feel so distressed without rest all night? I stayed in white clothes last night and stayed up all night, why don't you feel bad for me?"

"Who said I don't feel sorry for you, my heart feels so painful." Wen Xiaoai wrinkled her face and immediately pretended to be distressed.

Feng Litan wanted to roll his eyes: "Just guard your Jun Mo Yan, you have no conscience."

After he finished speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Feng Li, wait a minute, there's something else." Wen Xiaoai ran out of the desk quickly.

Feng Lidan stopped, only then did he remember that Wen Xiaoai had come to him, and it seemed that there was something going on.

"Why, he still has a leg healer at home?"

Feng Lidan cast his eyes at Jun Moyan, then looked at Wen Xiaoai, really didn't want to look at him one more time.

Who told him to kick him out of the room before...

"I don't have that skill."

"No, it's another matter."

"What's the matter?" Feng Li said in confusion, because Wen Xiaoai had previously said that it was related to Jun Moyan, so he subconsciously looked at Jun Moyan.

But seeing Jun Mo Yan slightly raised his hand, turned a piece of drawing paper pressed under his hand, and then pushed the drawing paper forward.

"Do you know this thing?" Jun Moyan asked.

Feng Lidan moved his gaze away from Jun Moyan's face, lowered his eyes, and looked at the table in front of him nonchalantly.

However, when his gaze touched the pattern on the drawing paper, Feng Litan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes widened subconsciously. The calm eyes instantly made waves, as if he had seen something incredible.

After a moment of stunned, his eyes began to look on the drawing paper, as if he wanted to prove whether he had admitted his mistake.