Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Jun Moyan, I'm going to give you a baby. Are you happy?" Wen Xiaoai turned to look at him.

"Huh? Am I unhappy?" Jun Moyan asked back, wondering if he was too obvious recently?

"I'm not happy at all. You've never been like this before. You've changed your face recently, frowning and making me scared."

Jun Moyan held her waist tightly and moved closer to her, rubbed her chin against her forehead, and said:

"I will not do it again."

He shouldn't bring his emotions to Xiaoguai and the baby and let them worry together.

He always thought that he was hiding well, but he didn't expect that he would even see the careless little boy.

"Jun Moyan, tell me, did something happen?"

Jun Mo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, then looked down at her, and after a moment of silence, said: "Nie Jiuque is coming back."

He has been counting the time recently, counting the time when Nie Jiuque came back.

He was afraid of his return, but had to look forward to his return.

Such contradictory and painful waiting in silence is really grinning.

"Nie Jiuque?" Wen Xiaoai raised his head and looked at him, but did not realize the meaning of his words.

"Well, the real Nie Jiuque."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan for a while, digested the news, and asked, "What about the second brother?"

"I asked the King of Medicine to help, and the second brother will return to the human world safely."

"Second brother becomes the real second brother, shouldn't you be happy?"

Jun Moyan looked at her, then lowered his head and kissed her on the eyelids, and said to himself:

"Yeah, I should be happy."

Wen Xiaoai carefully turned around and lay on his side, then reached out and hugged Jun Moyan's face, pouting his mouth and kissing him severely.

"Jun Moyan, don't worry about it, you are tens of thousands of years older than me, and even those who are so frowning will have wrinkles."

"Will it?" Jun Mo Yan immediately became serious.

It's tens of thousands of years... He hasn't paid attention to this. Now, listening to Xiaoguai's reminder, he only remembered that the age of the two of them is indeed not even a little bit different.

"Of course, if you get old and ugly, I don't want you. I like being handsome."

"Little conscience, when did you become so superficial?" Jun Moyan lowered his head in anger and bit her face.

Wen Xiaoai giggled with a laugh.

"Always. If you weren't looking good, I wouldn't go home with you."

"I have no conscience, I have been raising you for so long, so I might not like my skin."

Jun Moyan nibble and bite on her small face, biting and biting is not honest...

The next morning

Wen Xiaoai opened a pair of big watery dark blue eyes, flat his mouth and looked at the top aggrievedly. On the exposed white neck, the ambiguous traces stretched under the neckline.

All traces left by Jun Moyan's chaos last night.

And someone who had eaten and drank was trying to please Wen Xiaoai rubbing her sore waist.

"You are not afraid of hurting the baby."

Wen Xiaoai's throat was dumb and dull.

"It turns out that it won't~" Jun Moyan said triumphantly.

Wen Xiaoai turned his head and glared at him angrily: "You don't even know that you love me."

Jun Moyan leaned in her ear and whispered: "You were also very happy last night~"

Wen Xiaoai's face was hot.

"I... I don't have one."