Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xiaocha took the little guy back to the room to sleep.

After the little guy fell asleep, Xiaocha turned off the light and left.

However, as soon as Xiaocha left, the little guy who had just fallen asleep opened his eyes.

He turned around, turned sideways, and turned to the balcony, with a worried look, not a little sleepy.

He looked at a certain place in the dark, with his little hand clasped on the pillow, and watched quietly for a long time. Finally, sleepiness struck, and he slowly fell asleep.

In the evening, Jun Moyan, who had gone out of business, returned to Jingyuan.

Tsing Yi called him and said that An An seemed to be looking for him for something, so when he came back, he went to the little guy's room first.

At this point, the little guy must have fallen asleep.

Afraid of quarreling the little guy, Jun Moyan opened the door softly, only to see the light in the room turned on.

Did you forget to turn it off before going to bed? Or was it because he would be scared if he wasn't sleeping on the floor alone, so he didn't turn off?

Jun Mo Yan thought to himself and walked in.

When he walked in, Jun Mo Yan was stunned by the empty bed. He turned his head and looked at the bathroom in the first reaction.

"An An?"

There is no light in the bathroom, but the door is open.

He walked into the bathroom and took a look, and he didn't.

"An An?"

He exited the bathroom and quickly searched the room. Then he went to the balcony, the cloakroom, and the bathroom again. Finally, he even looked at the corner behind the door and under the bed.

nothing.

He saw the quilt crumpled up in the middle of the bed, and he reached out his hand and turned it over in a careless manner.

The little guy is small, but this is impossible to hide.

No one was found, but Jun Moyan found that the quilt was still warm and there was residual warmth.

Where did you go?

The door of the room is closed and the light is on. Did you run out?

Could it be that he ran to his room to sleep?

Jun Moyan quickly went to his room to find it.

His room was completely dark, and there was no sign of the little guy, and no trace of the little guy coming.

Jun Moyan rushed downstairs and ran to the monitoring room.

I disappeared in the kindergarten the day before yesterday. I ran out without saying a word at home yesterday and disappeared one after another.

It was fine during the day, but now that the night is gone, he can't run to play, where will he go?

Jun Moyan hurried to the monitoring room to check the monitoring.

"San Young Master, I found it, Young Master is here."

The monitoring soon found the little guy.

Jun Moyan looked at the little guy sitting quietly on the swing on the screen, worried that he would be angry afterwards.

He turned around and strode out of the surveillance room to find someone.

On the way to find someone, Jun Moyan's anger grew stronger.

In the past three years, even if the little guy stole Wen Xiaoai's photos, he has not been so angry as he is now.

He only taught him yesterday, no matter where he goes, even at home, he must tell an adult.

He thought he would only run around during the day, but he didn't expect that he would dare to run out silently at night.

Is it because he is not at home tonight, so he can run around?

Seeing the little guy sitting quietly on the swing not far away, Jun Moyan was anxious and shouted angrily: "Jun Shian!"

no respond.

Jun Moyan, who was in anger, didn't notice anything wrong, but became even more angry because the little guy ignored it.

He strode over.

Looking at this posture, I am ready for a good education.

However, slowly, Jun Moyan, who was getting closer, soon discovered that something was wrong with the little guy.

He stopped slowly and looked at the little guy sitting quietly on the swing.

The more Jun Mo Yan looked at him, the more things were wrong.

"An An?"

He looked at the little guy and called him tentatively, not too loudly.

The little guy ignored him, as if he hadn't heard him calling him, or that he didn't hear his voice at all.