Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Tsing Yi really doesn't know what to say about him: "You will stay away from Xiaoguai in the future. The third master is not scaring you, but really angry."

"It's not like it, isn't it just a cat, so precious?"

"I didn't joking with you, another time, be careful that the third master really interrupted your leg."

"Cut..." The drunkard disapproved.

"Drinking really made a mistake." Tsing Yi frowned and said while looking at the alcoholic who was still drinking.

"If you can quit drinking, I'll..."

Before he finished speaking in Tsing Yi, the drunkard interrupted directly: "That is killing me."

"Wine is so important?"

"Hiccup..." The drunkard hiccuped and smiled at Tsing Yi: "I can't live without alcohol."

Tsing Yi silently...

Wen Xiaoai, who had never drunk before, was completely drunk after tasting a few sips under the lure of curiosity and drunkard.

Nestled in Jun Mo Yan's arms, he kept trying to climb to the position of his heart.

Because there is plenty of energy and comfort.

However, after climbing twice, he planted again. With the help of the alcoholic Wen Xiaoai, he is very persevering and enjoys climbing.

"Don't move." Jun Moyan walked through the long corridor and returned to the room holding the restless it.

Want to put it on the bed, but Wen Xiaoai clutched his clothes tightly.

"Meow~"

She was drunk, and her voice was so soft that she couldn't speak, and her heart would become cute.

"Be obedient and sleep." Jun Moyan tried to break the small paw that was holding his clothes.

However, Wen Xiaoai, who was drunk, was not small.

Jun Moyan was afraid of hurting its paws, so he could only wait for it to let go.

However, after waiting for a while, Wen Xiaoai still clutched his clothes, didn't mean to let go, and wanted to continue climbing.

Jun Mo Yan had no choice but to hold it and went to the study.

Turn on the computer, take out the file, and start working.

Let Wen Xiaoai make various noises in his arms.

Wen Xiaoai only felt that her body was light and fluttering, and she had a feeling of wanting to take off, but her head was dizzy, which made her unable to stand still.

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai grabbed his shirt and kept trying to climb up. The alcohol urged Wen Xiaoai to have extra perseverance. He climbed two steps and fell back to the original place. He immediately got up again and continued to climb.

Jun Moyan glanced down at it: "Where are you going to climb?"

"Meow~"

The drunk Wen Xiaoai didn't know if he understood what he was saying, his little paw grabbed the button on his shirt and stepped on his belt with his hind paws, as if he had found a point of strength, and climbed up harder...

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand, picked up its small body, put it directly on his shoulder, and said:

"Don't move around, or pinch your ears."

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai seemed to have understood the last threatening warning, moved her body carefully and sat on his shoulders. His four small paws half-wrapped Jun Moyan's neck, and even one small paw was placed directly on him. The place of his throat.

Putting his little furry head under his ears, and then motionless.

Seeing that it was quiet, Jun Moyan continued to work.

It's just that the movement is very light, and even the body is stretched, afraid that it will not sit firmly and fall off his shoulder.

However, Wen Xiaoai, who had just been quiet for less than two minutes, drank his head again, holding his neck with his small paws, and rubbing his little furry head against his neck, side face, and ears.

"Little boy." Jun Moyan paused while holding the pen, his voice full of helplessness.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai let out a soft cry and continued to rub.