Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Say, you can leave at any time." Jun Moyan looked at him coldly.

"what do you want me to say?"

"The forces behind you."

"Don't you Jun San has the ability to pass the sky, check it yourself." Ace smiled provocatively at him.

"I don't have much patience. If you don't tell me, I will throw you at Shangguan Yu." Ace's background is half black and half white, and the one with dirty hands is the military.

"You can't scare me." Ace looked indifferent, but still said: "I want to say it's not Bai Mingmen, do you believe it?"

"..."

Seeing Jun Moyan's reaction, Ace sneered: "Look, you don't believe me when you say it."

"..." Jun Moyan looked at him without saying a word.

Regarding Jun Moyan, who was reluctant to speak, Ace said helplessly: "I can tell you very clearly, it's not Bai Mingmen, as for who it is..."

He said, he smiled suddenly: "It's not just you Jun Mo Yan who has the backbone, I don't want to say it, let alone just turn off, just hold the knife on my neck, and don't want me to say one more word."

"In this case, I will open the door and wait for the person behind you to save." Jun Moyan's voice was as cold as ever, without a trace of emotion.

He seems to be born with this paralyzed face, and he can't express his emotions.

"Then you might be disappointed."

Ace changed his foot, continued to tilt, and said with a smile: "You can't shut me down."

"Then try it." After Jun Moyan finished speaking, he took a deep look at Ace, then turned and left.

Ace raised his head and looked at the small window. Some dazzling sunlight forced him to squint his eyes.

Then, he evoked an inexplicable smile...

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"Little boy?"

"Little boy? Wake up..."

Tsing Yi's somewhat anxious voice came from the hall, making Jun Moyan who had just walked to the door his heart tightened.

"You got into a big disaster this time, and the younger brothers will come back soon." Tsing Yi turned to accuse the slacker drunkard on the sofa.

But the tone was more worried.

"Oh, didn't it just drink some red wine? How could it be so serious? Besides, how do I know that this little thing has such a bad drinking volume. If someone pours a glass, it pours it in one mouthful." The alcoholic looked at several cases and couldn't stand still. Wen Xiaoai smiled, unaware that the danger was approaching.

"You quickly find a place to evacuate."

Tsing Yi squatted halfway on a few cases, holding Wen Xiaoai's new milk bottle in his hand, and what was in the bottle was the sober tea made by Xiaocha.

He brought the pacifier to Wen Xiaoai who was a little fluttering: "Little boy, have a drink."

Wen Xiaoai only felt that the world was spinning around, as if stepping on a large ball of cotton, very unstable.

"What's wrong with it?"

A voice that was so cold that it seemed to freeze a person's soul sounded without warning, and the drunkard on Tsing Yi and the sofa were startled.

"Three, three young people." Tsing Yi quickly stood up, carrying the bottle of sober tea in his hand behind him.

Jun Moyan looked at several cases dangling, unable to distinguish Wen Xiaoai in the southeast, northwest, and picked it up in front of his face, and sniffed.

When she smelled the scent of wine from her little mouth, her entire face suddenly pulled down, gloomy and terribly gloomy.

He looked at the drunkard on the sofa with angry eyes, and warned coldly: "Next time, be careful of your legs."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs holding the drunk Wen Xiaoai.

The alcoholic blinked: "Aren't you really angry?"