Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan laughed dumbly.

"Okay, stop crying."

Wen Xiaoai sniffed and asked aggrievedly: "Jun Moyan, I'm not sensible and know nothing. You have to take care of me every day. I also get angry at you and bully you. Will you dislike you one day? I don't like me anymore?"

Jun Mo Yan lightly sighed, touched her little head, looked at her, and said: "Why not?"

How could he be willing to dislike her or dislike her.

He can't wait to tie his own life to hers, and live and die together, and never leave.

Wen Xiaoai smiled suddenly.

"Jun Mo Yan, you are so kind."

"How good is it?"

"The whole world is the best." Wen Xiaoai opened his arms and made all gestures.

Jun Mo Yan curled his lips slightly and asked, "Then I, Jun Mo Yan, the best in the world, don't have any rewards?"

Wen Xiaoai smiled, and kissed Jun Moyan on his tiptoe.

Jun Moyan suddenly laughed.

"Enough?" Wen Xiaoai asked with a smile.

"Not enough, I'll go back and kiss later."

"Then you carry me."

"Okay." Jun Moyan turned around and squatted down.

When Wen Xiaoai was about to get on her stomach, she suddenly remembered: "Will you crush the baby?"

Jun Mo Yan smiled and said, "No."

Wen Xiaoai touched his stomach.

"It's better to hug."

"it is good."

Jun Moyan got up, and as soon as he turned around, Wen Xiaoai jumped up and leaped on him.

Jun Moyan was startled, and quickly reached out to catch it.

Wen Xiaoai wrapped his legs expertly around his waist and giggled around his neck.

Jun Moyan was angry and helpless. He raised his hand and slapped her little ass: "Naughty ghost."

"We go home."

"it is good."

Hall of Souls -

Bedroom

Wen Xiaoai couldn't wait to take out the rice paper from his arms, open it, put it on the table, and spread it flat.

The little finger traced the name on the paper stroke by stroke.

"Jun...ten...what the **** is this."

"Jun Moyan, what did you say the last word?" Wen Xiaoai turned around and asked Jun Moyan who was looking for her clothes and preparing to bathe her.

"After the baby is born, you will know it." Jun Moyan turned his head and replied.

"Humph."

Wen Xiaoai grunted unhappily, ignored him, and continued to trace the name on the paper with his fingers.

For a period of time after that, Jun Moyan took Wen Xiaoai to play the entire underworld.

Guichai can often see a man leading a woman walking on the Naihe Bridge, beside the Wangchuan River.

In the ghost market, as well as the piercing red Manjusha Huazhong, they are everywhere...

Especially by the Wangchuan River, you can always see a huge monster lying there sleeping.

There was a little pink milk cat on his head.

When the time came, it carried the sleeping little milk cat and walked to the Hall of Souls.

After a long time, some ghosts who had never done evil curiously avoided watching.

I want to see what the body of the rumored Master Soul Resurrection looks like.

What does its lady look like...

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"Little boy, I'll do it myself."

"Sit still, I'll come."

"Little boy, you seem to be mistaken."

"Is there? No? That's it. That's how you braided my hair."

In the bedroom, Wen Xiaoai, who was well-dressed by Jun Moyan, sat on the bed and combed and braided Jun Moyan's hair seriously.

Jun Moyan sat on the ground, let her play around, anyway, she was happy.

"When I learn it, I will tie my baby's hair later."

"You think about the baby for everything, and you use me as a guinea pig." Someone was unhappy.