Chapter 86 In Such a Hurry, I Thought He Was Dead

Jun Moyan knew it was full and sleepy, and didn't want to move, so he let it go: "Then you go to bed first, and I'll take a bath."

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai nodded obediently, and lay obediently on the bed hugging the quilt.

When Jun Moyan came out of the shower, Wen Xiaoai had already fallen asleep.

He went to bed softly and lay down, picked up its small body, put it on his chest, covered it with a quilt, and then turned off the light to sleep...

night, deepening--

A low and painful moan sounded continuously in the room...

Feeling the small thing on the chest tossing and turning, extremely uneasy, Jun Moyan called out to it:

"Little boy?"

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai lay on his side on his chest, her small body curled up into a ball, her two little paws covering her stomach, her voice trembling.

Sensing that something was wrong with Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan immediately picked it up, sat up, and turned on the light.

"What's the matter?" Hugging its small body in his arms, Jun Moyan frowned, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Meow~"

The feeble little milk voice made Jun Moyan's whole heart lift up.

"Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

"Meow~"

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to touch its belly, it was bulging and swollen, needless to say, it must be due to indigestion, and its belly was bloated.

Seeing it humming and whimpering in pain, Jun Moyan regretted it in his heart. He shouldn't have deliberately punished it before, so as to let it have a long memory, and let it eat so much.

Picking up the cell phone on the bedside table, he dialed the alcoholic's number.

After calling three times in a row, just when Jun Moyan was about to lose patience, the call was finally connected.

"Hello, who is it?" The drunkard's muffled voice came from the phone.

"Come to Wuyuan immediately." Jun Moyan ordered in a deep voice.

"No..." The drunkard didn't even open his eyes, turned over, hugged the quilt and continued to sleep.

"If you don't show up within half an hour, you will bear the consequences yourself."

Holding the phone, the drunkard turned over again, obviously losing his temper:

"Brother, what time is it? Have you been checking the time? It's midnight, and no one is allowed to sleep. Also, wasn't it the 15th yesterday? Shouldn't you be at Jun's house now?"

"You still have twenty-nine minutes and forty seconds."

After Jun Moyan finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

"Fuck!"

The drunk almost threw the phone out, sat up, and scratched his hair irritably: "Grandma, I owe you in my previous life."

Angrily, he threw the quilt, got out of bed, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find his car keys.

After leaving the apartment, looking at the empty and frighteningly quiet neighborhood, the drunkard gritted his teeth and stomped his feet angrily.

I ran to the parking lot and found the car I hadn't driven in hundreds of years, and hurried to Wuyuan...

More than half an hour later——

The drunkard sat on the sofa, looked at the little milk cat in Jun Moyan's arms, was so angry that his teeth were about to be crushed, his fists were clenched into sandbags, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I said Third Young Master Jun, you went back to Jun's house, did you forget to bring your brain back?"

"Is it any better?"

Jun Moyan hugged Wen Xiaoai, covered her belly with warm hands, and rubbed it gently, completely ignoring the whining alcoholic.

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai replied softly, and from the voice, it could be heard that it was not as uncomfortable as before.

"Wouldn't it be good if you gave it a few pills to help digestion?"

In such a hurry, he thought he was dead.

"Thirty in the morning, did you do it on purpose?" The alcoholic was about to cry out of anger.