Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan still did not respond to Shangguanyu.

I've said everything. Seeing Jun Moyan is in a bad mood, Shangguan Yu is not good to say more about him, anyway, as long as the little guy is fine.

At dinner time, the little guy woke up, Jun Moyan was sitting on the side of the bed. Although his eyes were looking at him, he didn’t know when he was in a trance. Even when the little guy opened his eyes and woke up, he didn’t recover. Empty the eyes and brain.

It was already half dark at this time, and Jun Moyan didn't turn on the light for fear of disturbing the little guy to sleep, and the room was a little dim.

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan who was sitting quietly by the bed. He didn't notice him in a daze at first. The room was a bit dark, and Jun Moyan's figure was also melted into the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly.

The little guy looked for a long time before seeing Jun Moyan with his eyes open and looking at himself. Then he knew that he was in a daze.

He looked at Jun Mo Yan for a long time, but Jun Mo didn't realize that he woke up, still in a daze, in a daze.

The little guy doesn't like to see Jun Moyan like this, Jun Moyan's quiet look, the inability to see himself, and this dark room, as if everything is full of sadness.

The little guy doesn't like it very much.

He called Jun Moyan aloud: "Dad."

Jun Mo Yan Fanran was awakened, and there was a **** in his eyes.

"Wake up." Jun Moyan looked at him, then raised his hand to turn on the light in the room.

The suddenly lit light made the little guy's eyes a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his eyes and then got up from the bed.

The little guy sat on the bed and looked at Jun Moyan, as if he hadn't woken up a bit, he didn't feel much energy.

Jun Mo Yan stretched out his hand towards him, and the little guy stood up and walked to him.

Jun Moyan took his small hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it lightly. He asked, "Does your body still hurt?"

The little guy shook his head, he looked at Jun Moyan, his eyes flashed when he thought of the way he had just been in a daze, his little mouth slurped twice, and then he asked Jun Moyan in a soft voice with some fear:

"Dad was thinking of mom just now?"

Jun Moyan's expression was slightly condensed, and the movement of rubbing the little guy's little hand stopped. He looked at the little guy, saw the tension and expectation in his eyes and was cautious.

An An is really a sensible child who makes him feel bad and blames himself.

He is only three years old. He still has many words and many things that he can't understand. When facing him, he is always careful, considering his feelings, and even knows how to look at his face and do things.

It was clear that he owed the child better than anyone else, but Jun Moyan, whose heart was ashamed, was really powerless, he couldn't even take care of himself, he didn't know how long he hadn't laughed anymore.

"An An is hungry?" he asked.

Jun Mo Yan avoids talking, the little guy is full of disappointment, but he dare not act, just nodded obediently.

"Dad will take you to dinner." Jun Moyan hugged him to the bed and sat down, then picked up the shoes on the floor and put them on him.

He got up with the little guy in his arms, went out of the room, and went downstairs.

Before the meal was ready, Jun Moyan took the little guy and sat on the sofa in the lobby. He poured a glass of water for the little guy and let him drink, and then pulled up the little guy’s sleeves to check the bumps on his body. Bruise.

"Where is Shangguan?" Jun Moyan asked Qingyi who came in casually.

Shangguanyu didn't return to the army and stayed here, saying that he would wait for the little guy to wake up. The people were still ten minutes ago. They just went out to answer the phone and they didn't come back.

I don't know if there is something urgent.