Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan knew that it was too tired and sleepy, and didn't want to move, so he let it go: "Then you go to bed first, and I will take a bath."

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai nodded obediently, and lay obediently on the bed holding the quilt.

When Jun Moyan came out of the bath, Wen Xiaoai was already asleep.

Go to bed and lie down softly, pick up its small body, place it on his chest, cover it with a quilt, and then turn off the light to sleep...

The night is getting darker--

A low, painful groan continued to sound in the room...

Feeling that the little thing on his chest kept turning over and over again, extremely disturbed, Jun Moyan called it out:

"Little boy?"

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai lay on his chest, her small body shrunk into a ball, two small paws covering her stomach, her voice trembling.

Perceiving something wrong with Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan immediately picked it up, sat up, and turned on the light.

"What's the matter?" Holding its small body in his arms, Jun Moyan frowned, his eyebrows showing worry.

"Meow~"

This weak and feeble little milk called Jun Mo Yan and his whole heart followed.

"Is the stomach uncomfortable?"

"Meow~"

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to touch his belly. It was bulging and swollen. Needless to say, he knew it must be due to poor digestion.

Seeing it groaning uncomfortably, Jun Moyan felt regretful in his heart. He shouldn't have deliberately punished it before, let it have a long memory, and let it eat so much.

He picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed the drunkard's number.

After making three calls in a row, just when Jun Moyan was about to lose patience, the call was finally connected.

"Hey~who." A vague voice came from the phone.

"Come to Wuyuan soon." Jun Mo Yan commanded in a deep voice.

"Don't go..." The drunkard didn't open his eyes, rolled over, holding the quilt and continued to sleep.

"If you don't show up within half an hour, you will bear the consequences."

The drunkard took the phone and turned over again, obviously his temper was up:

"Brother, what time is it? Have you been watching the time? It was in the middle of the night, and people were not allowed to sleep. Also, wasn't it the 15th yesterday? Shouldn't you be at Jun's house now?"

"You have twenty-nine minutes and forty seconds."

After Jun Moyan finished speaking, he hung up.

"Fuck!"

The drunkard almost threw the phone out, sat up, and irritably scratched his hair: "Grandma's, I owed you in my life."

Angrily, he got out of bed, rummaged through the boxes and found his car keys.

After leaving the apartment, looking at the deserted and frightening neighborhood, the alcoholic gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

I ran to the parking lot and found a car I hadn't driven in hundreds of years, and hurried to Wuyuan...

More than half an hour later-

The drunkard sat on the sofa and looked at the little milk cat in Jun Moyan's arms. His teeth were crushed with anger, his fists clenched into sandbags, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I said Junior Master Jun, you went back to Jun's house, did you forget to bring your mind back?"

"Is it better?"

Jun Moyan hugged Wen Xiaoai, with his big warm hands covering his belly, gently rubbing, completely ignoring the complaining alcoholic.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai replied softly, and he could tell from the voice that it was not as uncomfortable as before.

"Don't you give it a few pills to help digestion?"

In such a hurry, he thought he was dead.

"Three thirty in the morning, did you mean it?" The drunkard was about to cry in anger.