Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Originally Jun Moyan thought that Mrs. Jun accidentally fell, but when he heard Wen Xiaoai's words, he knew that it was Wen Xiaoai who did it.

"What are you doing, dare to kill someone with a gun in the barracks, you can't tell me, grab her for me!" Shangguanyu sounded with anger.

The two soldiers immediately lifted Mrs. Jun from the ground.

It doesn't matter what Mrs. Jun's status is, because the mission of a soldier is to obey orders from higher authorities.

Here, they only listen to Shangguanyu.

"You are paying my son's life, you are a bad guy, you are the one who killed my son, it is you, you are a broom star, a bitch."

The erected Mrs. Jun screamed frantically again, and yelled at Wen Xiaoai hysterically.

Because the front teeth were dropped and the lips were knocked out, the bite was very unclear.

But everyone understood.

"Broom star, broom star, you pay for my son's life, bitch, you can't die, sooner or later I will kill you to avenge my son."

Mrs. Jun roared loudly, with blood flowing out of her mouth.

Although Wen Xiaoai heard angrily, but didn't want to care about this crazy woman.

A gunshot sounded, accompanied by Mrs. Jun's screams, shocking the people present again.

Especially Wen Xiaoai, who was closest to the sound source, almost jumped up in shock.

Everyone looked at Mrs. Jun again, but they saw that she was shot in the knee, and the blood was flowing, and her fists were so painful that she rolled her eyes and couldn't speak.

Looking for fame, Jun Moyan calmly threw the gun back to Shangguan Yu.

Wen Xiaoai doesn't care, doesn't mean he doesn't care.

No one is allowed to say that Xiao Guai is not, let alone scolding so badly.

The soldiers present turned their eyes away from Jun Moyan, and turned to look at Shangguan Yu beside him.

The look seemed to ask: Admiral, another wounded with a gun. Can you catch it?

"What are you looking at? Isn't it right for the victim to defend himself?" Shangguan Yu calmly retracted the pistol into his holster.

"..."

Yes, indeed!

The two soldiers didn't stay any longer, and left with Mrs. Jun who was too painful to be a monster again.

From beginning to end, Jun Qing, who had been sitting on the ground, didn't react, as if he had lost his soul.

Even the two gunshots did not surprise him at all, as if he couldn't feel what was happening here.

"Jun Moyan, do you hurt? I'll blow it for you." Wen Xiaoai stood on tiptoe slightly, leaned in front of Jun Moyan's wound, and blew for him.

"Is it better?" Wen Xiaoai looked at the wound on his arm, feeling distressed.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Jun Moyan smiled.

"But I look so painful." Wen Xiaoai's mouth flattened, it hurts more than it hurts herself, and she wanted to cry.

"Let Doctor Bai bandage you." Shangguan Qingmu on the side said.

Jun Mo Yan didn't want to be troublesome, but he was afraid that Wen Xiaoai was worried, so he went to Dr. Bai to deal with the injury briefly.

Jun Moyan, who had just treated the wound, received a call from Jun Wuchen.

"Grandpa fell ill? What happened at 8 o'clock last night?" Jun Moyan originally thought that grandpa fell ill because he knew that Jun Wuhao had died.

But at 8 o'clock last night, nothing happened at all.

"do not you know?"

Seeing that Jun Moyan didn’t know about it, Jun Wuchen called Jun Wuhao, Mrs. Jun, and Mrs. Jun to come to Jun’s house privately. He didn’t say humiliation and wanted to give Wen Xiaoai medicine to frame them and Jun. Mo Yan briefly said.