Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

This day

weekend

Jun Moyan stayed at home without going to the company and stayed in the study all day.

In the evening, I don't know if it was because of a busy day at work, a little tired, or some other reason, Jun Moyan could not concentrate on work anymore.

It was as if he was affected by something in his heart, making it difficult for him to sit up.

He stood up and came to the window to breathe, but after a while, he couldn't suppress the impetuousness in his heart.

The arrival of indistinguishable emotions made him feel uneasy, and slowly became flustered and anxious.

He tried to control himself not to think badly.

The study was too quiet, and the quiet environment magnified the impetuousness in his heart infinitely.

Jun Moyan couldn't stay any longer, so he turned and left the study.

Walking quickly across the corridor, he went downstairs a little anxiously, wanting to get out of the villa to breathe.

He touched his pocket and wanted to use his cell phone to call either Shangguanyu or Tsing Yi.

He can't feel the silence for a second now, even if it's a little sound, anything that can make him do it.

But the phone fell in the study room, which made Jun Moyan feel even more flustered.

He walked downstairs quickly, halfway through, suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the door, but a slender figure appeared at the door and entered his line of sight.

Jun Moyan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then the whole person stayed where there was no movement.

The people at the door saw him and were taken aback for a while, then smiled at him slightly, and then stepped up the steps and walked towards him.

Jun Moyan froze in place, completely out of action.

What was in his arms, Jun Moyan's eyes slowly fell from his face to his arms...

As the person approached, Jun Moyan slowly held his breath, staring at his arms for an instant, and did not dare to let out the atmosphere.

Feng Lidan stood still in front of him, and didn't urge him, leaving him to slow down.

After a while, Jun Mo Yancai raised his eyes stiffly to look at Feng Litan who stood in front of him for a while.

There were joy, excitement, helplessness, confusion, tension, gratitude, incredible... and too many emotions that he dared not express.

His eyes, which had been calm for a month like stagnant water, finally made waves.

"he……"

He spoke a word, but choked directly.

His throat was uncomfortably sore, and his throat was so tight that he couldn't say a word, but his emotions kept rising.

"It's saved, it's a kid." Feng Li said with a smile, and hugged the sleeping little guy in his arms to him.

In a word, Jun Moyan was red at the time.

He looked back in his arms again and tried to calm himself down with all his strength.

Then stretched out his hand stiffly, and carefully hugged the little guy from Feng Lishan's arms.

However, he still shook his body because of tension and excitement, trembling, and even his legs became weak.

He hardly dared to breathe hard, for fear that he would startle the sleeping little guy.

However, he still quarreled the little guy when his movements were abrupt, and he hummed twice in his little nose, and his two tender little hands moved with it.

Jun Moyan lifted his heart, as if playing in slow motion, gently hugged the child in his arms.

The moment Jun Moyan held the child in his arms, Jun Moyan's silent heart gradually beat.

He looked at the child's sleeping childish little face, and his eyes slowly flowed over his little face.

Seriously, watched it over and over again.

Picking up the child, Jun Moyan slowly lowered his head and gently kissed his forehead.

The eye sockets were hot, and his vision was instantly blurred.