After giving instructions, Jun Moyan headed towards the dining area.
Meanwhile, Wen Xiao’ai had already hopped along ahead.
She was completely at ease, without any hint of politeness, treating this place as her temporary home.
After all, he had said she was included in meals from now on, and just now Xiaocha had said she had made her portion too.
After breakfast, Wen Xiao’ai thought Jun Moyan would leave like he did yesterday, but he didn’t.
"Do you want to watch cartoons here, or come with me to the study?" Jun Moyan took a milk bottle from Xiaocha and handed it to Wen Xiao’ai.
In their eyes, Wen Xiao’ai looked no more than three or four months old, still a baby who naturally drank milk powder to grow, which was very normal.
However, Wen Xiao’ai simply found it tasty, drinking it like a beverage.
She actually preferred AD calcium milk for its sour and sweet taste.
But... he didn’t allow her to drink it.
"Meow~" Sitting on the desk, Wen Xiao’ai immediately stretched out two paws towards him, asking to be held.
Since he wasn’t going out, of course she wanted to stick close to him.
Jun Moyan picked her up, took her milk bottle, and went upstairs.
Jun Moyan sat in his office chair, holding a pen in one hand, with several sheets of handgun improvement mechanical drawings spread out on the desk.
His slender fingers occasionally clicked the mouse, cross-referencing with the detailed images on the computer before adjusting the drawings, refining every detail.
Wen Xiao’ai sat on one of his legs, holding the milk bottle and staring at Jun Moyan’s face with her large deep blue eyes unblinkingly.
They say a serious man is the most handsome, but a man who is already handsome when he gets serious... Wen Xiao’ai felt somewhat overwhelmed.
Could it be that extremely good-looking people make one’s heart race?
Although she didn’t know if others felt the same, her heartbeat was definitely uncontrollable.
Feeling her intense gaze, Jun Moyan slightly lowered his eyes to look at her.
Seeing her watching him so intently that she even forgot to drink her milk, he couldn’t help but feel amused.
He reached out and lightly flicked her forehead.
Wen Xiao’ai came back to her senses, her little ears feeling a bit warm.
But she still couldn’t bear to look away, thinking that since she was a cat now, she could boldly stare at him without consequences.
Even if her face was red, he wouldn’t be able to tell.
"Xiaoguai?" His pleasant voice sounded.
Wen Xiao’ai reacted quickly this time, thinking he had called her because he needed something, but it turned out he was just calling her name, and then he went back to his work without a follow-up.
Wen Xiao’ai pouted slightly, sitting on his lap and drinking her milk while continuing to watch him.
Although the most potent place of energy on his body was around his heart, that spot, she seemed to be able to enjoy it only when she slept at night.
Of course, she did not disdain his thighs either.
"Knock, knock." The study door was knocked.
There was some noise outside.
Jun Moyan’s voice came from the study.
Qing Yi pushed open the door, dragging in an alcoholic reeking of liquor.
As a doctor with top-notch medical skills, he should carry the scent of medicine, but this drunkard... well, it wouldn’t do to dishonor that name, would it?
The drunkard, carrying a Ji Gong-style gourd, was reluctantly pulled into the study, his handsome face and eyes barely open.
His whole demeanor screamed "not yet awake."
After entering the study, he collapsed directly onto a single-seat sofa.
"Are you hurt again?" the drunkard lazily asked, opening his eyes slightly to look at the man in front of the desk.
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closed his eyes, and went to sleep.