"How's it going at school today?" He asked.

The little one looked at him, probably not knowing how to answer his question.

Jun Mo Yan said, "Are you happy? ”

The little guy drooped his eyelashes, didn't speak, and didn't go back and forth with the answer he had 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.

"Doesn't An An like kindergarten?" He asked in as soft a tone as he could.

The little one looked at him, then lowered his head, first shaking his head, then nodding his head.

"Tell my father, don't you like kindergarten? Do kindergarten kids bully you? ”

The little one hung his head, but still didn't speak.

"Huh?" Jun Moyan lowered his head and approached him, and his fingertips gently rubbed his white and tender little face twice.

"I don't like it." The little one said.

"Why don't you like it? Has anyone bullied you? ”

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

He was a little nervous and scared, but he was looking forward to it, and his two little hands were nervously grabbing a lollipop in his hand, not knowing what Jun Moyan's reaction would be in the next second.

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

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan who didn't speak but looked at himself, and continued with courage: "Other children have mothers, but An An doesn't." ”51

Jun Mo Yan came back to his senses, looked at the little guy, and asked, "Is it because my mother didn't take 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 while, only his hand gently rubbed the little guy's little face.

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

The little guy looked at him, I don't know if it was because he was scared or something, his little mouth gradually flattened, and his eyes and nose slowly turned red.

Seeing that the little guy seemed to be about to cry, Jun Moyan hurriedly half-said and half-coaxed: "Didn't Dad tell An An, my mother is in her own house, she is sick, so she has not been able to come back, and she will come back when she is sick." ”

At the beginning, he would always say this to the little guy, and he also had expectations in his heart.

Later, gradually, he stopped talking, and this year he didn't even let the little guy ask.

As soon as the little guy mentioned the matter about Wen Xiaoai, he either had a cold face or didn't speak, in short, he didn't tell him, and stopped him from asking with his eyes.

This year he was the first time to tell the little one about his mother so calmly as before.

I don't know if Jun Moyan didn't lose his temper, the little guy suddenly became bolder, and immediately retorted loudly with a crying voice: "Dad lied." ”

"The parents of other children live with them, why didn't An An's mother live with her father and An An, does her mother not want An An, doesn't she want her father anymore, woo woo...... the little guy cried.

"Where's Mommy's home? What kind of illness did she have, Yan is not serious, is she uncomfortable, there is also a hospital here, there are doctors here, Uncle Mu Han is very powerful, let's go pick her up, okay, An An is very obedient and can take care of her mother......"

The more the little guy cried, the more sad he became, and the tears fell down his face.

Jun Moyan looked at the little guy who was crying sadly, and listening to his sensible words, his heart hurt uncomfortably, and his face turned a little pale.