Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

But just before his hand was about to touch Wen Xiaoai, he was strangled by another white hand.

Even if he knew that Feng Lidan was a member of Wen Xiaoai's clan, Jun Moyan still did not allow others to touch Wen Xiaoai, not at all, even if he really wanted to offend this person to death.

Feng Lidan pulled back his hand, as if Jun Moyan was something dirty.

After pulling it back, he shook it in disgust, then gave Jun Moyan a fierce look, and gritted his teeth at Wen Xiaoai again:

"Immediately! Right away! Come down to me!"

"Huh~" Wen Xiaoai twisted her body. After seeing Jun Mo Yan for a few days, she still didn't want to come down, so she wanted Jun Mo Yan to hug.

"Little dear." Jun Moyan called Wen Xiaoai not lightly or not, then hugged Wen Xiaoai and bent over slightly and put her on the ground.

As soon as Wen Xiaoai got off the ground, he was grabbed by Feng Li and walked to the sofa.

"Feng Lidan, what are you doing." Wen Xiaoai reluctantly followed him, and looked back at Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan gritted his teeth secretly, although he was dissatisfied with Feng Lidan's touching Wen Xiaoai, but he still endured it.

"Tsing Yi, go back and rest first."

He said something to Tsing Yi standing behind him.

Tsing Yi looked at Feng Lidan, then nodded: "Then I will go first."

He turned and left after speaking.

Feng Lishan pulled Wen Xiaoai to the sofa, pushed her onto the sofa and sat down, and then drew three tissues.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at the wind soaking the paper towel with water, and asked strangely.

Feng Li disappeared. After soaking the paper, he turned around and pinched Wen Xiaoai's chin with one hand. Regardless of Wen Xiaoai's struggle, he began to wipe her mouth.

While rubbing it, he said in a disgusting to disgusting tone:

"Dirty to death..."

Jun Mo Yan Weihan looked at Feng Lidan's words.

Wen Xiaoai slapped Feng Litan's arm with anger.

"This is the last time. If you dare to kiss him again, I'll cut your mouth...I'll cut off that bastard's face." Feng Lidan gritted his teeth.

"you dare!"

"Look, I dare not, I will not only cut off his face, I will also stew him to feed the dog!"

Feng Lidan's last words seemed to remind someone of something intentionally or unintentionally.

Sure enough, Jun Moyan looked a little ugly after hearing these words.

Jun Moyan grabbed his mind, and then stepped forward.

He first glanced at Feng Li Dan, and then asked Wen Xiaoai: "Little boy, he is..."

"He is the King of Medicine, I told you before." Wen Xiaoai's mouth was being wiped by Feng Li, his words were a little vague, but Jun Moyan still heard it clearly.

"The King of Medicine?"

Jun Moyan was shocked slightly, Feng Lidan's identity was a little unexpected.

He looked at Feng Lidan again, only to feel that his mood at this moment was too complicated to describe.

He thought this was just a little friend of Wen Xiaoai who had played better in the demon world, but he didn't want to be the King of Medicine.

At this moment, Jun Moyan really regretted it.

Because he thought of the second brother's legs...

Feng Lidan let go of Wen Xiaoai, and threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, then put his hands around his chest, slightly raised his chin and looked at Jun Moyan proudly, saying:

"Yes, I am the gray cat that was thrown out by you, and you said you would stew me to feed the dog, and then you slapped me on the ground and kicked the ball out."

Jun Mo Yan: "..."

"How about it, do you want to consider buying a bigger pot now to stew me back?"

Jun Mo Yan: "..."