Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Three Masters..."

Jun Moyan's pale lips moved slightly, and he hesitated for a while before he said: "I don't know where they live. Xiao Ai hasn't told me, and I can't contact them."

"How come, didn't you visit the holy city with Miss Wen before..."

"It didn't work."

"..."

Seeing Jun Moyan's suffering, Qing Yi couldn't say a word.

He was worried about the drunkard, but he also loved Jun Moyan.

It turns out that the three young masters don't even know where Miss Wen's home is...

Country M——

night

As the sirens sounded, the people in the manor instantly panicked.

Team after team of guards rushed to Wells's residence.

However, I was still a step late, and I didn't even see a personal image.

"Enclose the manor and don't let me let a mosquito out. Send someone to block up all the passages nearby. Don't let any suspicious person go."

Following the orders from the butler, most of the guards in the manor came out.

The entire manor was instantly lit up.

The housekeeper quickly took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.

However, the call was hung up.

The butler did not dare to call again, because Wells was now seeing the king.

He could only call the guards who went with Wells.

"I immediately told Mr. Wells that something went wrong, Mr.'s study was infiltrated, the password box was opened, the computer was moved, and a lot of information was stolen."

When Wells, who was negotiating with the king, received the report, his brain was all messed up in a panic.

Now he is really attacked on all sides.

Not only Jun Moyan and Bai Mingmen, but even their own people are taking the opportunity to engage him.

Damn, this Jun Mo Yan Zhen is enough, he is simply a lunatic, making things so big.

While Wells hated Jun Moyan to death, he also regretted it.

This was the first time he regretted the consequences of his actions.

He shouldn't hit Jun Moyan with his idea, the lunatic is full of thorns, he really can't touch him!

Twice, twice in a row, being embarrassed by Jun Moyan, it was enough!

"If the Duke of Wales has anything to do, go ahead."

Wells raised his eyes and looked at the king who had been rubbing the broken vase with a broken handkerchief ever since he came, his teeth snapped with anger.

This old immortal, ability to pretend to be deaf and dumb is really good.

Want to be alone?

If you don't care, I will drag you to death!

"King, you don't want to take care of this, right? Others are bullying us."

"Yeah..." The king replied casually, nodded extremely perfunctorily, and kept wiping the vase in his hand.

Bullying on us?

Don't say that, it's bullying on you.

You got into trouble, and want to pull me into the water?

Over the years, Wells's prestige in the entire country M has almost overwhelmed his king.

Finally, Wells finds himself dead and provokes people who shouldn't be offended. When the day is over, do you think he will help?

It's not bad to celebrate without setting off firecrackers.

Wells was annoyed by the king's response.

"King, what are you...?"

"Duke of Wales, what do you think of this vase in my hand? It was sent by General Fu Heng some time ago. What do you think?"

The king interrupted him directly and raised the vase that Cheng Liang had rubbed in his hand, with a smile on his face.

"...Very good." Wells gritted his teeth, his hands clenched on the phone.

I was so angry that I couldn't say a word.