Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The car stopped abruptly, almost throwing Wells off the seat.

Wells stabilized his mind quickly calmed down

"What happened?!"

"Mr. Wells, look there." The driver's voice came from the front.

Wells looked in the direction of the driver's fingers, only to see that his manor was ablaze 100 meters away.

In this dark night, it was particularly dazzling.

The soaring fire lighted Wells' eyes, and the anger in his eyes grew.

"Jun Mo Yan!"

An angry roar came from his throat.

Wells clenched his hands and trembled with anger.

"Immediately send someone to the airport, catch Jun Moyan and shoot him directly!"

With an order from Wells, ten minutes later, groups of royal troops rushed to the major airports.

At this moment, Jun Mo Yan Zheng, who was sitting in the helicopter, closed his eyes and calmed down.

Tsing Yi next to him found a power bank and charged the phone that had been turned off.

After turning on the phone a minute later, Tsing Yi's face was happy when he saw fifteen missed calls.

He quickly clicked.

However, what awaited him was disappointment.

Among the fifteen missed calls, there were people in white clothes, companies, and colleagues, but there were no alcoholics.

Tsing Yi suddenly fell into the dust.

He swallowed all his disappointment back into his stomach, reluctantly quit, clicked on the text message, and then WeChat.

No, not even a message.

Tsing Yi reopened the address book with a lonely expression, and first dialed Bai Yi.

However, no one answered.

After hanging up automatically, Tsing Yi dialed twice again, but no one answered.

What's the matter with this guy in white.

Seeing no one answered, Tsing Yi didn't dial any more, but continued to deal with other missed calls.

Jun Moyan was resting, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He rubbed the ring for a while, then opened his eyes.

Take out the phone, the caller ID is actually the landline of Wuyuan.

Could it be Xiaoguai who played it?

Jun Moyan's eyes slowly softened when he thought of this, he slid away to answer, and put the phone to his ear.

"Three Masters."

Happy for nothing, the voice is Xiaocha.

"what's up?"

The tenderness in Jun Moyan's eyes faded.

"Well, when will you come back, Third Young Master?"

"Is it Xiao Ai, what's the matter?"

Xiaocha never dared to ask about his whereabouts, she would ask so suddenly, it must have something to do with Wen Xiaoai.

"Yes……"

really.

"What's wrong with her?" Jun Moyan's heart suddenly became nervous when Xiaocha's tone was still cautious about Wen Xiaoai.

"Well, the third master, I, I have something I want to tell you..." The little tea on the phone hesitated, wanting to say but dare not to say.

"Say."

Jun Mo Yan's words were concise, and Xiaocha's hesitation made Jun Moyan worried about whether something bad had happened to Wen Xiaoai.

"... Well, Miss Wen, she suddenly took a man back to Wuyuan last night."

Jun Mo Yan was stunned for two or three seconds, seeming to wonder if he had heard it wrong.

"……what did you say?"

Xiaoguai take the man home?

The change in Jun Moyan's tone made Xiaocha even more nervous.

"I, I said Miss Wen, she took a man home last night."

Jun Mo Yan, who was sure that he had heard him correctly, suddenly got a cold face.

"Who?!"

"I, I don't know."

Jun Mo frowned.

the man? Could it be... Ye Qi?

Thinking of this possibility, Jun Moyan's heart beat fiercely, and the hands holding the phone were tight, a little panicked.