"Do you find me annoying?"
"Then why didn’t you take me with you?"
"Don’t you dislike the Jun Family?"
"So what if I dislike them? I like you, that’s enough. Can’t I go just because I don’t like them? Don’t you dislike them too? Why do you still go?" Wen Xiao’ai said, annoyed.
"Come on, tell me. If you don’t like it, why do you still go?"
Jun Moyan took a deep breath, then took her hand, "Let’s go change your clothes."
"Something nice, to meet grandfather."
"Hmph— one moment you don’t want me to go, the next you do." Wen Xiao’ai sulked, refusing to move. The rıghtful source is NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Jun Moyan felt a headache coming on.
"So, are we going or not?"
"I’ll definitely go if you go. But I’m a bit angry now and don’t feel like moving," Wen Xiao’ai said, turning her head away.
Jun Moyan didn’t say a word, just moved in front of Wen Xiao’ai and crouched down.
Wen Xiao’ai pursed her lips, suppressing a giggle, but still stood her ground.
Jun Moyan knew what she was thinking and simply stated, "I’ll buy you snacks later."
No sooner had Jun Moyan spoken than Wen Xiao’ai jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck excitedly, "Bubble tea, lollipops, ice cream."
"Okay," Jun Moyan said, somewhat amused, he carried her out of the office.
He thought to himself, this little one is really easy to coax.
However, Jun Moyan didn’t realize that she was only easy to coax for him. Before, if anyone else upset Wen Xiao’ai, they wouldn’t even have the chance to make it up to her because she would have beaten them up already.
The scene of Jun Moyan carrying Wen Xiao’ai on his back had once again stirred up the office, causing a frenzy throughout the company.
He took Wen Xiao’ai to change into more suitable clothes, having the stylist fuss over her for nearly an hour.
If it wasn’t for the candy in her mouth, Wen Xiao’ai would have stormed off long ago.
After much trouble, when it was all done, Jun Moyan looked at her, his brows furrowed deeply, a million times unsatisfied.
He picked up a wet wipe from the table and wiped off the makeup that had taken nearly an hour to apply.
All these weird things smeared on, hurting Xiaoguai’s skin.
After he cleaned her face, Jun Moyan’s brows finally relaxed.
His Xiaoguai was so pretty and had such great skin, she really didn’t need all that stuff on her face.
In fact, the stylist had only applied light makeup suitable for Wen Xiao’ai’s features, which actually looked very nice, but still, he wasn’t satisfied.
The stylist next to them didn’t dare to express their anger. In other situations, upsetting someone might just cost them some money, but offending this big figure could be lethal—
Jun Moyan personally picked out another outfit for Wen Xiao’ai, and after she changed, he tied her hair up simply.
Qing Yi, standing nearby, almost dropped his eyeballs watching Jun Moyan fix Wen Xiao’ai’s hair.
"Is this still the Third Young Master?"
Tying a girl’s hair? My God, that actually blew my mind.
"Third Young Master, are you out of your mind? You even learned how to tie hair. If Shangguan Young Master knew, he could tease you for half a year."
"Jun Moyan, they just tried to poke my eyeballs out," Wen Xiao’ai said while munching on candy.
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan’s cold, murderous eyes immediately turned towards the stylist nearby.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I thought this lady had colored contacts in, and I wanted to help her switch them out for another color," the stylist stammered as they waved their hands and backed away.
Indeed, Wen Xiao’ai’s appearance didn’t look like that of a mixed-blood, and she even had a bit of the charm of an ancient classical beauty, little did they know that her stunning eyes were completely natural...