Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"How was it at school today?" he asked.

The little guy looked at him, probably didn't know how to answer his question.

Jun Moyan said, "Are you happy?"

The little guy lowered his eyelashes, did not speak, did not take the answer to Jun Moyan that he just answered Tsing Yi.

Jun Moyan reached out and hugged the little guy into his arms and let the little guy sit on his lap.

"Does An An like kindergarten?" He asked as softly as possible.

The little guy looked at him, then dropped his head, first shook his head, then nodded.

"Tell my father, don't you like kindergarten? Will the kindergarten kids bully you?"

The little guy hangs his head and still doesn't speak.

"Huh?" Jun Moyan lowered his head and approached him, gently rubbing his fingertips on his small white face twice.

"I don't like it," the little guy said.

"Why don't you like it? Is anyone bullying you?"

"An An wants her mother." The little guy raised his head and looked at Jun Moyan, looking directly at him.

He was nervous and a little scared, but he was expecting. Two little hands nervously grasped a lollipop in his hands, not knowing what Jun Moyan would react in the next second.

Jun Mo Yan was stunned, and the movement of rubbing the little guy's face slowly stopped.

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan who didn't speak but looked at himself, boldly continue to say: "Other children have mothers, so there is no peace."

Jun Mo Yan returned to his senses, looked at the little guy, and asked, "Is it because my mother hasn't picked up An An, and other children haven't seen An An's mother, so they bullied An An with this?"

"No, An An just wants her mother."

Jun Moyan was silent for a moment, speechless for a moment, only that hand gently rubbed the little guy's face.

He looked at the little guy and kept speechless, as if he didn't know how to answer him.

The little guy looked at him, not knowing if it was because of fear or something, his little mouth gradually flattened, and his eyes and nose slowly turned red.

Seeing that the little guy seemed to be crying, Jun Moyan hurriedly said, "Didn’t Dad tell An An? Mom is in her own home. She is ill, so she has not been able to come back. She will come back when she recovers. Up."

At the beginning, he would always tell the little guy that, and he also had expectations in his heart.

Then, gradually, he stopped talking, and this year he won't even ask the little guy to ask.

When the little guy mentioned something about Wen Xiaoai, he either had a cold face or didn't say anything. In short, he didn't tell him, and stopped him from asking with his eyes.

This year is the first time he talked to the little guy about his mother as calmly as before.

I don't know if Jun Moyan didn't lose his temper, the little guy suddenly became bold, and immediately retorted him loudly and crying: "Dad is a lie."

"The other children's parents live with them. Why didn't An An's mother live with his father and An An? Doesn't his mother want An An? Doesn't his father anymore, oh..." The little guy cried.

"Where is mother's home? What kind of illness did she have, whether it was serious or not, she was not uncomfortable, there are also hospitals and doctors here, and Uncle Mu Han is very good. Let's pick her up, okay? An An is very obedient and can take care of her. mom……"

The little guy cried more and more sad, and his tears fell down.

Jun Moyan looked at the sad little guy who was crying, and when he heard his sensible words, his heart hurts and his face turned pale.