Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Because of accidentally kissing her last time...

Obviously, the red shirt had folded his arms, and he himself felt that it would be offset like this, but he was always upset.

During this period of time, Hongyi was in the holy city. He appeared in front of her on purpose several times, trying to find a chance to apologize to her, but he never succeeded...

This time too...

He really just wanted to apologize, who knows that his brain twitching turned into an invitation for someone to attend a birthday banquet, and what nonsense his grandpa likes her...

Bai Tang was annoyed and had a headache.

He felt that he didn't look like himself as soon as he met her, so he should stay away from her!

Turn around and leave resolutely.

——Beijing

"Hey third master, Red has already sent me the stolen information and evidence about Wells's private work. I have already sent him anonymously to his dead opponent. I believe he will make good use of it."

"Ok."

Jun Mo Yan answered indifferently and hung up Tsing Yi's phone.

Pushed open the door and walked in.

In the empty room, the cold air continuously poured into his hollow heart, making him feel chest pain and throat pain even after taking a breath.

Jun Moyan stood at the door, staring at the room for a long time, then slowly closed the door with his backhand and sat down by the bed.

His world seemed to be quiet with Wen Xiaoai's departure.

He didn't even have the energy to manage the affairs of Wells.

A person who used to be so high-spirited was so stolen and left with a shell.

During the three days of illness, he lost a lot of weight, and the lines of his facial features looked harder than before. In addition to making people feel distressed, he also dared not get close.

The phone in his pocket rang, Jun Moyan didn't mean to pick it up, just let it ring.

But the more you listen, the more annoying, the more you listen, the more annoying.

He became emotionally sensitive and irritable.

Finally, resisting the urge to throw the phone, he took out the phone.

When he saw the caller ID, the impatience in his eyes slowly faded, and a complex look was overlaid.

"...Second brother."

"Mo Yan, are you busy? Why don't you answer the phone all the time?" Jun Wuchen's fascinating voice came from the phone.

"No...Second brother, is there anything wrong?"

"What's wrong, can't my second brother find you if I'm fine?" Jun Wuchen joked with a smile.

Jun Moyan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was not in the mood.

"..."

"Okay, don’t bother you. It’s like this. Grandpa and Uncle said that they will hold a banquet at Jun’s house next Friday night. If you invite relatives and friends to your house, my parents will come back. You don’t need to say you should know why. Up."

"...How is the second brother's leg recovery?"

"Very good, there should be no problem with running and jumping."

"That's good."

"Then you have to come back next Friday, and you must invite Mr. Ai Hefeng over. Grandpa specifically ordered that you want to thank him in person, and I have to thank him."

"..."

"Mo Yan?"

"..."

"Mo Yan?"

"Well, I'm listening..."

"Then why didn't you speak suddenly?"

"It's okay..."

"What's wrong? Hearing your voice seems very tired, and I have no energy to speak. Didn't you rest last night?"

"I'm fine."

"Is it okay?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Okay, then you remember to invite Xiao Ai and Mr. Feng together."

"Xiao Ai she..."

"Ok?"

"..."