Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He drove the car to the limit desperately, and his hands holding the steering wheel were shaking uncontrollably. Not only his hands, but his feet, legs, body, and whole body on the accelerator were shaking, and his face was so excited. She was pale, even her lips were pale without a trace of blood, and her heart jumped wildly to the point of jumping out, and breathing became difficult.

His brain buzzed, only Xiaocha's excited "San Shao, Miss Wen is back" kept echoing.

He even forgot to ask Xiaocha if it was real, forgot to ask Wen Xiaoai how she came back, forgot to ask her how she was, okay. When I hung up, I rushed back.

His mind was blank, sometimes messy and numb, with only one thought in his mind, that is, going home.

He didn't know how he drove the car back, and even forgot when he drove the car into the gate. The memory of this road was completely forgotten by him the moment the car stopped, and there was nothing left. .

He was full of only Wen Xiaoai. Along the way, his brain was empty, unable to think normally, and even the route home was retrieved by muscle memory.

The moment he opened the door and got out of the car, his trembling legs weakened unsuspectingly and almost fell to the ground.

He dragged his shivering and soft legs, stepped on the steps, and turned around. He was in a state of extreme heat and heat stroke. His steps were messy and eager, and his figure was shaking and embarrassed.

His hands were naturally hanging on his side, but he looked very unnaturally. The two legs that had been out of control for a long time seemed to be traction, and he walked up the steps indiscriminately. He didn't know what to support.

Little boy.

Little boy.

Little boy...

Jun Moyan trembling all over, rushed into the villa in a hurry.

His brain was in a mess, and he couldn't find the north, south, east, and west. His eyes were out of focus because of emotion and high tension. There were white spots like snowflakes in front of him, as if he had been in the sun for a long time. Very vague.

His dizzy eyes searched eagerly in the huge villa, and his legs kept chasing forward.

I'm afraid that if I slow down, people will disappear.

"San Shao." Xiaocha yelled softly, calling the messy Jun Moyan back to his soul.

His eyes looked at the sound subconsciously, and a touch of color was reflected in his out of focus eyes.

At the moment he saw her, Jun Moyan's eyes that had been dark for more than three years regained their color, and the river of heart that had been shrouded in haze for more than three years also saw the sun again.

The brain that buzzed all the way was also calmed.

It's her, his little boy is back.

Jun Moyan couldn't believe it.

This kind of scene, in the past three years, he has dreamed in countless painful and beautiful nights, and it is like this, when suddenly one day when he comes back from work, she sat on the sofa and waited for him.

The beauty of this moment is the spiritual pillar of Jun Moyan.

Now, the dream has become reality.

Jun Moyan looked at the person who fell asleep on the sofa quietly and closed his eyes, his eyes were hot, and tears followed.

He didn't continue to stop, he sighed slightly, tried to ease himself, then lifted his foot.

At this moment, he didn't think about anything, he didn't think about anything, he just wanted to go to her and go to her immediately.

So before his brain regained his thinking, the body was already approaching her by instinct.

His legs were still shaking, and they were shaking so badly, every step was like stepping on duckweed, very unstable.

He didn't dare to get out of the air, the hall was very quiet, Jun Moyan could hear his heartbeat "dongdongdong".

Near, near.

Jun Moyan already felt her breath.

He finally came to her, his eyes were red to the point of dripping blood, and he was holding back his tears, his eyes flowed slowly and eagerly on the familiar face with excitement.

He wants to see her, take a good look at her.