Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Do you really want to eat?"

Wen Xiaoai nodded: thought.

Jun Mo Yan helplessly cut all the remaining steaks, and then pushed the plate in front of it.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai took a sip and felt pretty good.

After eating several small pieces in a row, Jun Moyan reached out for its plate: "Okay, you can't eat too much."

Wen Xiaoai's two small paws clung to the edge of the plate: "Meow~"

Haven't eaten enough yet.

"Suffering for a while."

"Meow~"

After a stalemate for a few seconds, Wen Xiaoai still refused to let go, and Jun Moyan could only let go.

Watching it eat quietly.

A few minutes later, Wen Xiaoai lay on her back on the table with her swollen belly, so she could not move.

In fact, she hasn't eaten enough at all, it's just that she can't hold too much in her small size.

"I am full?"

Jun Moyan stretched out a white and slender finger and poked its swollen belly.

Wen Xiaoai glanced at him bitterly: I've been eating up, you don't know how to stop me.

"Not full yet? Would you like to order another one?" Jun Mo Yan Wei raised his eyebrow.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai shook his head.

No, no, no.

"Since it's no longer needed, let's go." He stood up as he said, and walked away from the position.

Wen Xiaoai, who was lying down, waited for Jun Mo Yan to hug, but after a while, he did not see Jun Mo Yan coming to hug her.

Turning around, everyone was about to walk to the door.

"Meow meow."

Wen Xiaoai was impatient.

Hey, you forgot about me, I'm still here.

Jun Moyan stopped and turned to look at Wen Xiaoai, who was holding on to the table until he didn't want to move: "Come down and digest by yourself."

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai struggled to sit up and stretched out two small paws towards Jun Moyan.

No, can't walk, hug.

"Go by yourself." Jun Moyan's tone was a bit tough.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai shook his head, clenched and loosened his two small paws, begging to hug him eagerly.

I hate it, why did he suddenly stop holding him?

"Why don't I hold you?" Tsing Yi, who had just returned from the bill, was about to step forward to hug Wen Xiaoai.

It's just that before people walked to the table, a sharp gaze hit the back of his head, as if to split his brain.

Tsing Yi only felt cold on the back of her neck, like a mans on her back, and her calf trembling.

After swallowing, he immediately retreated to the side with interest.

Having been with San Shao for so many years, Tsing Yi said that he still hadn't figured out his character and temper.

Jun Mo Yan faintly retracted his gaze, and once again looked at Wen Xiaoai who was about to hug him on the table, don't say something deeply:

"Let Tsing Yi hug you, or?"

Tsing Yi's calf shook again, and he glanced at Jun Mo Yan secretly.

Sansao, what do you mean?

Is it for me to hold or not to hold me?

Also, the tone of your speech, how do I feel a little...little emotions in it.

He has a hunch, if Xiaoguai nodded and said yes, then he might be unlucky...

Wen Xiaoai glanced at Qing Yi, shook his head decisively, and continued to stretch out his paw towards Jun Moyan.

No, I want you to hug.

I just said that I was rewarded, but now I don't even hold it.

The fickle man, necrotic.

Jun Moyan shook his head when he saw it, his face lightened slightly.

But still standing still indifferent.

Wen Xiaoai was a little anxious, retracted his paws and came to the table, looked at the height of the table and the chair next to him, and then retracted his small body.

This height is not a problem, but her stomach is too strong now, and if she really needs to jump twice, her internal organs will be up and down, which is so uncomfortable.