Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"..."

Wen Xiaoai leaned in Jun Moyan's arms, clutching his clothes tightly with a small hand, and she cried and twitched, so she was not wronged.

"It's okay, don't cry, I'm here, not afraid."

Jun Moyan wiped her tears and combed her forehead hair wet with sweat and tears.

"San Shao, let Wen Xiaoai drink some water." Xiaocha poured a cup of warm water over.

Jun Mo Yan reached out and took it, and then fed it to Wen Xiaoai.

After taking a few sips, Wen Xiaoai's throat became more comfortable, but his mood was still very unstable.

"Don't cry, there is me, tell me what happened." He asked softly.

"...I miss you." Wen Xiaoai choked and said, stretched out his hand to hug Jun Moyan's waist, and buried his small face in his arms.

"Did the patriarch grandma scolded you, and you sneaked out again?"

He lowered his head and asked with a smile, stroking it with the big hand covering her head.

"..."

Wen Xiaoai did not speak, but couldn't help but wet his eyes.

Jun Moyan hugged her distressedly, rubbed his chin on top of her head lightly, and continued to comfort her softly.

After half an hour, Wen Xiaoai's emotions slowly stabilized, but she just didn't want to raise her head or speak, just hugging him like this.

This should be replaced by the fact that she hadn't seen each other for so long before, and she must be staring at Jun Moyan reluctantly.

This time, I didn't dare to watch it.

"Aren't you happy? Then I'll take you to see something." Jun Mo Yan said.

"...What?" Wen Xiaoai was finally willing to look up at him.

Jun Mo Yan smiled and stood up holding her.

Jun Moyan frowned at the distressingly light weight.

How many catties she has lost in the past half month, and she has a little bit of hands.

"Really disobedient."

He said something, his tone full of blame and anger, but more distressed and self-blaming.

Wen Xiaoai suddenly felt very wronged, especially his angry tone.

"...You also said that I was disobedient."

Seeing Wen Xiaoai looking at him, tears instantly filled his eyes.

Jun Mo Yan Busily explained: "I didn't say anything about you, but that you didn't eat well."

"...That won't work either. You are not allowed to say that I am disobedient, and I can't do anything. I am disobedient because of you."

No matter what she said, she didn't want to hear him say it anyway.

She hates this sentence.

It was them who did evil things unreasonably, but on the contrary they said she was disobedient and said it was her fault.

"Okay, don't tell."

"Huh..." Wen Xiaoai snorted emotionally, then raised her hand and wiped her tears.

"Don't rub it like this, your eyes are swollen, and it will be more uncomfortable to rub the skin after a while."

Jun Moyan lowered his eyes to look at her disrespectfully red and swollen eyes, and couldn't help wondering if she had been crying for half a month.

Wen Xiaoai took his hand obediently, put his arms around his neck, and asked, "What are you going to take me to see?"

"good stuff."

His eyes were shining, and the whole person was as gentle as the moonlight in the night.

I don't know what it is that makes him so happy.

Jun Moyan hugged Wen Xiaoai back to the room, and then sat down on the bed with her.

Reaching out and opening the drawer of the bedside table, he took out two small red-brown notebooks.

"What is this?" Wen Xiaoai glanced, obviously only curious, not interested.

In Wen Xiaoai's eyes, this thing is no different from the books she hates, except for a little thinner.

"Look." Jun Moyan smiled and handed her the little book, with drowning tenderness in his eyes.

Wen Xiaoai took it, and just opened the top one, something similar to a card fell out.