Chapter 927 Third Young Master, Miss Wen Brought a Man Home Last Night

The car stopped suddenly, nearly throwing Wells out of the car seat.

After stabilizing his mind, Wells quickly calmed down.

"What happened?!"

"Mr. Wells, look there." The driver's voice came from the front.

Wells looked in the direction of the driver's finger, but saw his manor burning a hundred meters away.

In this dark night, it is extraordinarily dazzling.

The soaring flame lit up Wells' eyes, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Jun Moyan!"

A roar of rage came from his throat.

Wells clenched his hands, shaking with anger.

"Send someone to the airport immediately, catch Jun Moyan and shoot him immediately!"

Following Wells' order, ten minutes later, teams of royal troops rushed to the major airports.

At the moment, Jun Moyan, who was sitting in the helicopter, was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Tsing Yi next to him got a power bank and charged up the phone that had been turned off.

After turning on the phone a minute later, Tsing Yi was overjoyed when he saw fifteen missed calls.

He quickly opened it.

However, what awaited him was disappointment.

Among the fifteen missed calls, there were those in white clothes, those from the company, and those from colleagues, but there was no drunkard.

Tsing Yi seemed to fall into the dust all of a sudden.

He swallowed all his disappointment, quit unwillingly, clicked on the text message, and then WeChat.

No, not even a message.

Tsing Yi reopened the address book with a desolate expression, and first dialed Bai Yi.

However, no one answered.

After automatically hanging up, Tsing Yi dialed twice more, but still no one answered.

What's going on with this guy in white.

Seeing that no one answered, Tsing Yi did not call again, but continued to deal with other missed calls.

Jun Moyan was resting when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He froze while rubbing the ring, then opened his eyes.

Taking out the phone, the caller ID turned out to be Wuyuan's landline.

Could it be that Xiaoguai beat him?

Thinking of this, Jun Moyan's eyes gradually softened, he slid to answer the call, and put the phone to his ear.

"Third Young Master."

Bai was overjoyed, the voice belonged to Xiaocha.

"What's up?"

The tenderness in Jun Moyan's eyes faded.

"Well, when will you come back, Third Young Master?"

"It's Xiao Ai, what's the matter?"

Xiaocha never dared to ask about his whereabouts, and if he suddenly asked, it must have something to do with Wen Xiaoai.

"Yes……"

really.

"What's wrong with her?" Hearing that it was related to Wen Xiaoai, and Xiaocha's tone was still so cautious, Jun Moyan suddenly became nervous.

"Well, Third Young Master, I, I have something to tell you..." Xiaocha on the other side of the phone hesitated, wanting to say but dared not.

"Say."

Jun Moyan spoke concisely, and Xiaocha's hesitation made Jun Moyan unavoidably worried that something bad happened to Wen Xiaoai.

"...Well, Miss Wen, she suddenly brought a man back to Wuyuan last night."

Jun Moyan was stunned for two or three seconds, as if wondering if he heard it wrong.

"……What did you say?"

Xiaoguai took the man home?

The change in Jun Moyan's tone made Xiaocha even more nervous.

"I, I said that Miss Wen brought a man home last night."

Jun Moyan, who was sure he had heard correctly, turned cold.

"Who?!"

"I, I don't know."

Jun Moyan frowned.

man? Could it be... Ye Qi?

Jun Moyan's heart skipped a beat at the thought of such a possibility, his hand holding the phone tightened, and he panicked.