He slowly squatted down in front of the sofa, his eyes still looking at her, not knowing what to do, but holding back his excitement and looking and looking.

At this time, he was so close to her, even touching her legs on the sofa, he could already feel the familiar aura of her.

It's not a dream, it's real, it's his little good.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and approached her little by little, but he was a little afraid to touch it.

He opened his mouth again, trying to call her, but he couldn't.

He tried again and again, but his throat seemed to be out of breath, but he couldn't make a sound, and it was uncomfortably sore.

"I was in the kitchen just now, and as soon as I came out, I saw Miss Wen sleeping here, I called her a few times and didn't see her wake up, so I quickly called Sanshao." Xiaocha whispered to Jun Moyan and couldn't help wiping her tears.

Jun Moyan refused to say anything for more than three years, and was lifeless all day long, they thought that Wen Xiaoai was long gone, but they didn't expect Jun Moyan to say that Wen Xiaoai couldn't come back because he was sick It turned out to be true, not to coax the child.

She did come back.

Hearing Xiaocha say that he couldn't wake up Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan felt uneasy in his heart, and while calming his emotions, he tried to call her again.

“…… Little, little Ai? ”

The moment he shouted, the tears in Jun Moyan's eyes could no longer be held back, and they fell suddenly.

He couldn't believe that he could still call her name in front of her.

"Xiao Ai." He immediately called out to her again, his trembling palms touching her cheeks, and her warmth came from the palms of his hands.

He carefully took one of her hands and put it on his face: "Xiao Ai...... "I love to search and read."

He called her again and saw her eyelashes fluttering.

He was ecstatic, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated at once, and he began to call her incessantly.

She opened her eyes and saw him, a blurred face, she saw him, and then she laughed, and then called out to him: "...... Jun Mo Yan. ”

Her voice was very soft, she seemed to be very tired, and her eyelids could not be fully opened, like someone who had not woken up yet, sleepy, unable to speak, and listless.

Little by little, her vision became clearer, and she seemed to see him crying, and the hand he had grabbed and placed on his face was also wet and hot.

Wen Xiaoai's vision was finally completely clear, and she finally saw his face clearly, it was her Jun Moyan.

Seeing that she was about to get up, Jun Moyan hurriedly helped her up.

Wen Xiaoai sat up with her body propped up, she looked at Jun Moyan who was squatting in front of the sofa, smiled and stretched out her hands to hold his face, looked at it, and then leaned up, lowered her head, and slowly put her forehead against Jun Moyan's forehead.

She rubbed it gently, supported her fighting eyelids, smiled slightly and whispered, "Jun Moyan, I miss you so much." ”

Hearing her say that she missed him, thinking that he was alone with the child all these years, Jun Moyan felt aggrieved for the first time, very aggrieved.

Tears fell uncontrollably, and the grievance only stayed in his heart for a while, and he only had ecstasy at this moment.

He really couldn't believe that she was back like this, he was ready to wait for her for the rest of his life.

"Think about it every day, do you want me?" She was limp and had no strength, and her speech was also light, and her eyes were so sleepy that they seemed to not open the next time she closed them.

Jun Moyan nodded slightly, looked at her, and was speechless for a while, but he had already answered her thousands of times in his heart.