Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The little guy opened the door and went out.

Jun Moyan immediately got up, put on his shoes and prepared to follow him out, but when he turned around, he saw the little guy again at the door of the room.

He was taken aback, and then saw the little guy walk in as if he hadn't seen him.

He held his breath and looked at the little guy. He didn't know what he was going to do. Didn't he go directly to the swing like yesterday?

The little guy came to his desk, bent over to lift a small bench under the table, and then headed towards the door.

Jun Moyan followed him out.

Seeing the little guy carrying a bench, one by one underground stairs, Jun Moyan was frightened, for fear that he would fall.

Tsing Yi and Mu Han had been waiting downstairs. They were dozing off on the sofa, and got up immediately when they heard the movement.

They kept one of the lights in the hall and it was not dark.

Seeing that the little guy was sleepwalking again, Mu Han gestured to everyone to keep them silent.

The three held their breath and watched the little guy come down the stairs.

Fortunately, the little guy went down the stairs smoothly without any risk, and then walked out of the villa with a small bench.

The three followed behind.

Still the same as yesterday, the little guy took the small bench to the swing.

The difference is that the little guy tonight knows that he broke a small bench and stepped on a swing.

Looking at the little guy sitting quietly on the swing, Jun Moyan looked solemn and worried.

"Has the medicine been given to Young Master?" Mu Han asked in a low voice.

"Eat." Jun Moyan replied, his eyes fixed on the little guy.

"Hurry up first, it's not a magic medicine, it's impossible to take it and it will work. Whether it is medication or psychotherapy, it requires a process."

"So let him do this every night?" Jun Mo Yan anxiously said.

"Maybe you can find him a psychiatrist, but you have to think about it. The young master is still so young. If you can’t cooperate, even a psychiatrist may not have the solution, and it is easy to leave other psychological traumas on the young master. He knows that he is different from other children and may worsen sleepwalking, so I don’t recommend that you find him a psychologist so quickly."

Jun Moyan did not speak.

"Today is the next night, let's see again, there must be a treatment process." Mu Han advised him to wait.

That night, Jun Moyan didn't sleep all night.

When the little guy opened his eyes the next day, he saw Jun Moyan staring at himself, he was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and then called out: "Dad"

Jun Moyan took him out of bed.

When changing his clothes, the little guy asked: "Don't you need to go to kindergarten today?"

"After breakfast in a while, dad will take you to Shangguan's dad, OK?"

"Good." The little guy was very happy.

"Let's go to the place where Shangguan's father works. Have you not been there yet?"

"The place where Dad Shangguan works? Is it the same place where Dad works? In the building and the big room."

"It's not the same. Dad Shangguan is a soldier. He is a hero who protects the people and the country. It's not as good as my father's working environment. It's hard work. So are your grandpa Shangguan."

"I know that Shangguan's father's clothes are the same as those on TV, and he also has guns. The bad guys are very powerful." The little guy knew a little, but he couldn't tell.

"Yes, you will know when you see it in a while." Jun Moyan put on the little guy's shoes, hugged him, and was about to go downstairs.

The little guy hugged Jun Moyan's neck, suddenly thought of something, and asked a little excitedly: "Is it the police uncle?"

"It can also be regarded as the same professional nature."

"Really? Shangguan's father is really good."

The little guy has stars in his eyes, full of admiration and pride.