Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Wuhao smiled when he looked at Wen Xiaoai who was so weak that he had no strength at all and couldn't move.

"Why, I can't jump anymore? I can't jump anymore? Aren't they very good at making noises and jumping, go on." Jun Wuhao sneered.

Wen Xiaoai was too weak to speak, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, his brain was dizzy, and his breath was very unstable.

Just holding on to his eyelids, looking at Jun Wuhu.

Jun Wuhao turned around to pour himself a glass of red wine, then came to sit down by the bed, and looked at Wen Xiaoai with a sneer.

With a light movement of the wrist, he turned the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine in the glass rolled along the wall, exuding a mellow and charming aroma.

Jun Wuhao raised his head slightly, took a very elegant sip, and looked in a good mood.

"Where's your flower protector Jun Moyan? Why didn't he stay with you?"

"..."

Jun Wuhao looked at Wen Xiaoai who was staring at him fiercely, the smile on his face became more joyful, and he reached out his hand and approached Wen Xiaoai's face.

Wen Xiaoai wanted to hide, but she didn't have the strength to hide at all, she just tilted her head to one side with great effort.

Feeling Jun Wuhao's fingers gently scratching her face, from her face to her neck, Wen Xiaoai felt evil in his heart, and frowned slightly.

"She is really a rare beauty, no wonder even Jun Moyan is fascinated by you."

Wen Xiaoai's light and delicate skin made Jun Wuhao a little fond of it.

The bottom of my heart felt jealous for Jun Moyan again.

Why are his things the best?

Feeling Wen Xiaoai's disgust, Jun Wuhao suddenly reached out and pinched both sides of Wen Xiaoai's cheeks, forcing her to turn her head.

He gritted his teeth and asked:

"Why, does my face look disgusting?"

In fact, Jun Wuhao is not ugly, on the contrary, he is very handsome. After all, he is the same father as Jun Moyan, so his genes are not much different.

He usually takes good care of his face, but this time he was scratched so miserably.

No matter how good the ointment is used, it will leave some traces.

The young man's remnant soul stood aside anxiously. He thought that this man was really Wen Xiaoai's friend, but he didn't want this to be a bad person.

Seeing Jun Wuhao with a grim face, he pinched Wen Xiaoai's cheek severely.

The young man subconsciously stepped forward and wanted to break off Jun Wuhao's hand, but there was nothing at all.

His body cannot touch anything.

"I ask you, did you and Jun Moyan drug me at the last family banquet? Did you do it because I kept itching?" Jun Wuzhao squeezed Wen Xiaoai's face and approached her.

He had long suspected that they did this thing, but after countless doctors did not know the cause of the disease, but the alcoholic was able to cure it, he was even more convinced that it was the two of them.

He drugged him, made him look like this, and made the drunkard pretend to be kind, let him whisper to the drunkard to treat him, pit his money, and deliberately punished him in the medicine.

Wen Xiaoai closed her eyes and didn't want to look at this face that made her sick.

I thought that if she went back in a while, she must wash the place he touched 800 times.

"My mother inexplicably learned how to bark like a dog, and that person went crazy and attacked me inexplicably. Did you do it all?"

Jun Wuhao's hand holding Wen Xiaoai's cheek became harder and harder because of his emotions.

It must be this dead girl who gave them all medicine to make them all behave like the evil ones.