Xiaocha came up to deliver food, the door was not closed, for fear of making noise to the little guy who fell asleep, she hesitated for a while, and walked in without knocking.

When I walked in, I saw Jun Moyan sitting quietly on the edge of the bed without making a sound, with his head down, motionless, and Xiaocha stopped all of a sudden.

In the end, she did not come forward to disturb, put the food on the entrance cabinet at the door, and left quietly.

As the night deepened, Wuyuan fell silent, except for the patrolling bodyguards and the guards at the gate, everyone seemed to be asleep.

Jun Moyan was still sitting there, not moving.

He seemed to have lost his life, and his whole person didn't look alive, and even his eyelashes blinked after a long time.

The food was already cold, and the tears on the back of his hands were growing one after another.

He sat there until dawn.

All night, he didn't make a sound, but the sadness and loneliness were so intense.

The little guy has always been very well-behaved, very sensible and obedient, I don't know when he started, he knew that he would get angry and be in a bad mood when he mentioned his mother and father, so he sensibly didn't mention it, and would only secretly take a photo of his mother, even if he was found and murdered, he would not clamo for his mother.

Because he knew that his father wanted his mother back just like him, and he knew that every time he mentioned his mother, his father would not only be angry, but also sad, sad, and he could feel it.

Yesterday he cried and clamored that he wanted his mother, and that his father was a liar, which was the first time.

The little guy climbed out of bed, put on his shoes, and after not seeing Jun Moyan in the room, he walked to the back of the door with tears in his eyes, and stood in the corner behind the door.

He stood in the corner with his head down, raising his little hand from time to time, watching the movements, wiping his tears.

After taking a bath, Jun Moyan, who had finished washing, went to the little guy's room after dressing, wanting to see if he was awake.

He whispered the door open and entered the room, only to see that the little one was no longer on the bed.

He seemed to notice something, and immediately turned to look behind the door, and sure enough, he saw the little guy standing quietly in the corner behind the door with his back to him. Write a book

For a while, Jun Moyan's heart hurt, and at the same time he was blaming himself and guilty.

He walked over, slowly crouched down, reached out and grabbed the little one's shoulder, and slowly turned him around.

“…… Ann? ”

His throat ached, and his words became bitter.

The little guy turned around, and his slightly red and swollen eyes, which had cried last night, slowly turned red again, and tears rolled in his eyes.

“…… Father. ”

The little guy grabbed his two little hands, looked at Jun Moyan with a look of doing something wrong, and said with a milky voice that his father was crying.

The red eyes and red little nose, coupled with the aggrieved and cautious little pitiful appearance, make people's hearts ache.

The longer he grows, the more he looks like Jun Moyan's little guy, and only at this time will he look like Wen Xiaoai.

"I'm sorry......" he said to Jun Moyan.

Jun Mo Yan's heart shook fiercely, and his entire chest hurt, this sentence was sorry for torturing him too much, it was clearly torture.

He reached out and touched the little one's little face, full of self-blame and guilt, he looked at the little one, his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak for a while.

“…… An An doesn't have to say sorry to her father, An An didn't do anything wrong, she doesn't need to be punished, it's her father's fault. ”

When the little guy heard his words, he couldn't hold back his tears, and several fell on the ground.

He stepped forward, reached out and hugged Jun Moyan's neck, whimpering uncomfortably and blamelessly.

He blamed himself for losing his temper with his father yesterday, and he felt sorry for his father at the same time.