Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

At the dinner table, Shangguanyu and the little guy said while eating. It was mainly Shangguanyu who said that the little guy is becoming less and less talkative now. He seems to be more and more aware of the incompleteness of this family and his father’s. indifferent.

The little guy peeked at Jun Moyan who was quietly eating "unsocial", his little face was full of loss.

Jun Moyan seemed to be aware of the little guy's emotions and couldn't help but look at him, then reached out and put a piece of meat for the little guy and put it in his bowl.

The little guy immediately looked at him, then happily ate the meat slices into his mouth with a spoon, and his gloomy little face slowly cleared again.

At night, after putting the little guy to sleep, Shangguanyu came to the study again to look for Jun Moyan. He came in and asked: "Has An An told you about his discrimination in the kindergarten?"

The little guy doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't want to take the initiative to tell people about something. There are many stubborn children in the kindergarten, and it's probably not just about An An's eyes.

Jun Mo Yan was taken aback and looked at him.

"Okay, you don't need to say it, I don't think An An will tell you, but even if he doesn't say it, can't you be a father not aware of it?"

"The child's mind is always sensitive, let alone An An. Just because his eyes are different from others, the kindergarten children use this to slander him."

"They can bully An An with such small eyes. I don't know how much An An's character is bullied at school. I know you feel bad in your heart, but An An is your son and Xiao Ai's son. It's your two sons. You ignore An An so much and don't pay attention to his mental health. Are you worthy of Xiao Ai? An An is getting quieter and less talkative now, haven't you noticed this?"

It has been two and a half years, and An An took it back in five months. He is now three years old. At that time, Jun Moyan said that Wen Xiaoai would return soon, but there is no news yet.

He didn't dare to ask Jun Moyan about Wen Xiaoai now, and everyone didn't dare to mention it. He knew he was suffering, and he also felt sorry for Jun Moyan, but he couldn't bear Jun Moyan's treatment of An An.

"You can't transfer what's in your heart to An An. How old is he? If this continues, An An will have trouble sooner or later."

"I don't care what happens to you tomorrow, you must go to An An's kindergarten and check with Teacher An An about his situation at school."

Shangguanyu said so much, but he heard Jun Mo Yan Buqing replied: "I will tell Tsing Yi."

Shangguanyu was annoyed at the time.

"Jun Mo Yan!"

Into the night

Jun Moyan pushed open the door of the little guy's room and came to the bed softly, touching the black.

He turned on the bedside lamp, looked at the little guy who was sleeping obediently, reached out and tucked his back corners, and then gently sat down on the edge of the bed.

He looked at the little guy for a while, then reached out to touch the little guy's head, and gently scratched the little guy's white tender face twice with his fingers.

The little guy moved, but did not wake up.

Jun Moyan retracted his hand and looked at the little guy quietly.

At the beginning, Xiao An'an looked like Wen Xiaoai, with similar eyes, nose and mouth, but now it grows more like him.

Early the next morning, Tsing Yi sent the little guy to kindergarten.

The little guy sat quietly in the corner, the class was noisy, the children were chattering together, but the little guy looked out the window in a daze.