Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Bai Yigan laughed twice, biting his chopsticks and asked tentatively, "Well, how did you get into Wuyuan? Why don't you wear it... just like that on our third youngest bed?"

If you come to find the cat, you can't go to the bed of our third son.

Our three youngsters haven't married a wife yet, how bad it is to spread it out~

And you have to pay attention to your reputation as a girl.

Bai Yixin said.

Wen Xiaoai didn't know how to answer, so he reached under the table and quietly pulled La Jun Moyan's clothes.

"Go out and wait when you're full." Jun Moyan suddenly made Bai Yi shut up.

White clothes expressed grievances.

Third Young Master, I am thinking of you.

Don't Tsing Yi glanced at Wen Xiaoai intently. There were many questions in his heart, but he didn't ask now.

After eating, the four left the hotel and drove back to the capital.

Wen Xiaoai stuffed Jun Moyan with half of the milk she drank: "I'm full, give it to you."

Jun Moyan subconsciously reached out and took it: "I will hold it for you, and you will drink it later."

"I'm not drinking, I want to sleep."

Wen Xiaoai moved her body as she spoke, then lay down on the seat, curled up her legs, rested her head on Jun Moyan's legs, and found a comfortable position.

He reached out and hugged his waist, and his small face habitually rubbed his firm belly.

"You remember to call me when you get home."

She said vaguely, and then closed her eyes.

"……it is good."

Jun Moyan's hand holding the milk box tightened, his toes curled up slightly, his body was stiff, he didn't dare to move, his whole body just froze on the car seat, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and muttered silently in his heart:

She is a good boy.

She is a good boy.

I tried to think of her as she was when she was a little cat.

Thinking about it this way, it really wasn't that nervous anymore, the tight body slowly relaxed, and the heartbeat didn't go so fast.

Wen Xiaoai was really tired, and fell asleep within a few minutes, and the hand holding his waist dropped.

Jun Moyan couldn't help lowering his head and looking at her.

I was fascinated by watching, the ghost raised his hand, trying to tidy up the hair covering her face.

Her fingertips accidentally touched her ears, she shrank her neck sensitively, groaned in her mouth, but did not wake up.

Jun Mo Yan moved lightly, pulling her hair behind her ears, showing a nice profile.

Then he hung his head like this and kept looking at her...

"San Shao." Tsing Yi, who was driving in front, said suddenly.

"Is she...asleep?"

"Just say anything." Jun Moyan didn't lift his head, his eyes were on the face of the sleeping man on his lap.

"She... is the master of Xiaoguai?" To be honest, Tsing Yi didn't believe it very much.

Because the way she appeared is too doubtful.

In addition, the Third Young Master is not a person who loves the house and the crow, even if she is really the master of Xiaoguai, even if the Third Young Master loves Xiaoguai how much, she touches the bottom line of the Third Young Master, immortal and disabled.

What's more, the three young masters never touched women. This little girl scolded the three young masters today without saying anything, and even climbed the third young master's bed...

It is a miracle not to die.

Tomorrow morning, she was so angry that she wanted to kill someone, but now...so intimate.

There must be weirdness that he didn't know.

"Ok."

Only one word left Tsing Yi speechless.

Obviously, the third master didn't want to say.

"What about the little boy?"

"Brought back by her."

"Can you bring it back? Don't you like that cat very much?"

Tsing Yi also likes Xiaoguai very much, so cute, so smart, and so good.