Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai got up from Jun Moyan: "I want to go too."

"You still don't go, just wait for me at home."

"No, I want to follow you. I want to see how miserable he died. If it is not miserable enough, I will make him miserable."

"Are you really going? Are you afraid of nightmares at night?" After being so frightened yesterday, still want to see him now?

"Going." Wen Xiaoai nodded affirmatively: "He is dead, what am I afraid of."

"Ok."

Jun Moyan got out of bed and took Wen Xiaoai to wash up. Although he was in a hurry, he took Wen Xiaoai to eat breakfast before leaving.

However, when Wen Xiaoai saw the pile of **** fleshy pieces collected, he threw up the undigested breakfast.

Shangguan Yu's stomach was emptied early, and he wanted to vomit without having anything to vomit. He retched several times and was very uncomfortable.

When Wen Xiaoai vomited, Shangguan Yu who heard the voice felt like it again, and immediately vomited together.

Several soldiers who were standing next to the scene couldn't help it, and immediately vomited.

For a time, vomiting sounded one after another.

It makes the air that is already not lightly polluted even worse. This smell is really enough.

Shangguanyu scolded Jun Wuhao in his heart.

Fuck, even if they are dead, they will be sick again.

Jun Moyan kept walking along his back for Wen Xiaoai and asked Tsing Yi to get a few bottles of mineral water.

When Wen Xiaoai vomited enough, let her rinse her mouth.

"Are you feeling better?" Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai who was vomiting tears and regretted bringing her.

"Why don't you go to the Shangguan's office and wait for me."

"No, I want to follow you." Wen Xiaoai wiped the corners of his mouth.

Just about to raise his hand to wipe the tears, Jun Moyan first reached out and wiped it for her.

"He vomited again after a while."

"I don't look, I don't smell either." Wen Xiaoai closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and held Jun Moyan's clothes with one hand.

Jun Moyan smiled and reached out to hold her little hand holding his clothes.

Turning around, he looked at Jun Qing, who was sitting on the ground without an image, and had been dumbfounded, looking like a silly Jun Qing.

There were no waves in his eyes, as if he were looking at an unrelated stranger.

When Mrs. Jun saw the pile of residues from Jun Wuhao, she fainted and was placed in the lounge next to her.

Jun's house, the two of them came.

Because the old lady Jun fainted directly after learning the news.

Jun Moyan was a little strange, why didn't Grandpa follow such a big thing.

Jun Moyan didn't know that Mr. Jun had been admitted to the hospital two days ago by Jun Wuyu. Jun Wuchen is taking care of his old man, and the doctor has not let him go.

After learning about what Jun Wuhao did to Wen Xiaoai this morning, he didn't get up in a breath yet, and because of the news of Jun Wuhao's death, he fainted again. He still had a drip and didn't wake up.

The forensic doctor who collected all Jun Wuhao's residue came over.

"How is it? How did this man die?" Shangguan Yu, who had just finished rinsing his mouth, wiped his mouth and asked the forensic doctor.

The forensic doctor shook his head, also puzzled.

"After working in forensic medicine for so many years, I have never seen any method of death. It is the first time like today. Even with explosives, it is impossible to explode it so fragmented. If he hadn't taken his blood sample to the hospital to compare his DNA, His own mother can't recognize it either. I've seen it for a long time."

"When did he die?" Jun Moyan asked.

"About three in the morning," the forensic doctor replied.