Tsing Yi, who was driving, raised his hand and quietly wiped his tears, feeling equally uncomfortable.

"Dad didn't lie to An An, Mom likes Dad and An An the most, she won't want us, and she will definitely come back."

Jun Moyan picked up the little guy from his lap and hugged him in his arms, soothing him dumbly, but his heart was so blocked that he couldn't breathe.

"Dad lied to people, Shangguan's father also lied to people, you all lied to An An, Mom never came back, woo woo ......"

Jun Moyan hugged him, his ears were full of the little guy's sad cry, he looked at the backward scenery outside the car window, his eyes were full of confusion, pain and helplessness.

He didn't know what to do, or even how to comfort the child and convince him that his mother would come back.

The hope in his heart is dying little by little, and he seems to be dying gradually, and he is holding on every day.

He was too busy to take care of himself now, and he didn't know whether to be happy or unfortunate to have An'an.

Because if there was no An An, he didn't know what would have become after waiting for three years, and he was afraid that he would have lost his appearance a long time ago.

The soul suppression beast has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and has long been accustomed to seeing life and death, and has experienced all kinds of changes.

And Jun Moyan has been trained in a bronze heart and iron bones since he was a child, and he looks down on the sophistication of people.

They haven't experienced anything, but now he is even more incompetent than an ordinary person.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait, he didn't know if he could wait, he didn't know if he was waiting for reunion or despair, and he didn't know whether An An would be salvation or containment for him.

Because he didn't have a little girl, he couldn't finish this life by himself, and he was afraid that in the end, because of the child, he wouldn't even have a choice.

The little guy lay on his shoulder and cried non-stop, and the more he cried, the more sad he became, until he cried until he reached the door of his house.

Jun Moyan just hugged him, sat in the car, stared out of the car window blankly, and didn't get down. delicacies

Tsing Yi didn't dare to disturb him.

It wasn't until the night was shrouded that the little guy was tired of crying and fell asleep crying, so Jun Moyan took his schoolbag, got out of the car with him, and went upstairs.

"What's wrong? Sanshao and Little Master, are they okay? Xiao Cha, who had been worried all night, looked at Jun Moyan, who was carrying the little guy upstairs, and asked Tsing Yi worriedly.

"It's okay, you go and heat up the meal and send it to the third young master, the little young master estimates that he will have to eat it later."

"Okay."

Jun Moyan carried the little guy back to his own room, took off his shoes, put him on the bed, wiped his tears, and then went into the bathroom and wrung a wet towel out.

Coming to the edge of the bed and sitting down, he gently wiped the tears of the little one, looking at his crying and swollen eyes, he touched them gently in distress.

The little one cries so sadly that even if he is asleep now, he will still sobble from time to time.

Wipe his face clean, Jun Moyan saw the lollipop in his hand and wanted to take it off for him, but the little guy clutched it tightly.

Jun Moyan tried a few times, but he didn't take it off, so he didn't continue, he looked at the lollipop, his fingertips began to rub the candy one by one, and his thoughts were slowly drifting away.

Slowly, the air around him seemed to be immersed in sadness, and he sat alone on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the sugar, and the appearance of guarding the child was distressing.

"Let's go"

Probably with his head down, the tears fell too easily, so they fell like this, and smashed on the back of his own hand.

He didn't seem to notice it, and still looked at the candy in the little guy's hand, but his vision became more and more blurred.

The soul suppression beast has no seven emotions and six desires, let alone tears, in those hundreds of thousands of years, he has lived as a god, never bowed his head and moved his desires.

And Jun Moyan is also a "hard-hearted" person, and in the past 20 years, he has shed only a handful of tears.

He really rarely cried.