Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Xiaocha came up to deliver the meal. The door of the room was not closed. She hesitated for a while and walked in without knocking on the door.

When I walked in, I saw Jun Moyan sitting quietly on the side of the bed, lowered his head, motionless, Xiaocha stopped suddenly.

In the end, she did not step forward to disturb, put the food on the entrance cabinet at the door of the room, and left quietly.

As the night darkened, Wuyuan went quiet, except for the bodyguards on patrol and the guards at the gate, everyone seemed to be asleep.

Jun Moyan still sat there, motionless.

He seemed to have lost his vitality. He didn't look alive, and even his eyelashes blinked after a long time.

The food was already cold, and the teardrops on the back of his hand rose one after another.

He just sat there until dawn.

He didn't make a sound all night, but sadness and loneliness were so intense.

The little guy has always been very well-behaved, very sensible and obedient. I don’t know when he knew that when he mentioned his mother and father, he would get angry and feel bad, so he didn’t mention it sensibly and would only secretly take pictures of his mother. Look, even if he is found out and murdered, he won't be arguing for his mother.

Because he knew that his father, like him, wanted his mother to come back. He knew that every time he mentioned his mother, his father would not only be angry, but also sad, and sad, he could feel it.

Yesterday he cried and clamored for his mother and said that his father was a lie. It was the first time.

The little guy climbed off the bed and put on his shoes. After he didn't see Jun Moyan in the room, he walked behind the door with tears in his eyes and stood in the corner behind the door.

Standing in the corner with his head hanging down, he raised his little hand from time to time, watching the action, wiping tears.

After taking a shower, Jun Moyan, who finished washing, went to the little guy's room after dressing up, wanting to see if he was awake.

He opened the door quietly and walked into the room, only to see that the little guy was gone on the bed.

He seemed to have noticed something, and immediately turned around and looked behind the door. Sure enough, he saw the little guy with his back to him, standing quietly in the corner behind the door.

Jun Moyan's heart hurt suddenly, so he blamed himself and felt guilty.

He walked over, slowly squatted down, reached out to grab the little guy's shoulder, and slowly turned him around.

"...An An?"

There was a pain in his throat, and his words became difficult.

The little guy turned around, his eyes that were slightly red and swollen from crying last night slowly turned red, and tears rolled.

"……father."

The little guy grabbed his two small hands and looked at Jun Moyan with a look of doing something wrong, his father cried with a voice of milk and milk.

The red eyes and the red nose, plus the little pitiful look with the wronged flat mouth, make people feel painful.

The longer he is, the more he looks like Jun Moyan, and only then will he look like Wen Xiaoai.

"Sorry..." He told Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan's heart shook fiercely, and the entire chest pained. This sentence of sorry for being too condemned and torturing him was clearly torture.

He reached out and touched the little guy's face, full of self-blame and guilt. He looked at the little guy and his throat was sore that he couldn't speak for a while.

"...An An doesn't need to say sorry to her father, An An did nothing wrong, she didn't need to be punished to stand, it was her father's fault.

Hearing what he said, the little guy couldn't hold back his tears, and a few of them dropped.

He stepped forward, reached out and hugged Jun Moyan's neck, and sobbed uncomfortably.

He blamed himself for losing his temper with his father yesterday, and felt sorry for him at the same time.