Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He slowly squatted down in front of the sofa, still looking at her, he didn't know what to do, he just held back his excitement, looked and looked again.

At this time, he was very close to her, and he had even touched her leg on the sofa, and he had already felt the familiar breath of her.

It's not a dream, it's real, it's his little boy.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and approached her little by little, but he didn't dare to touch it.

He opened his mouth again, trying to call her, but couldn't make a sound.

He tried it over and over again, and his throat seemed to have lost his voice, but he couldn't make a sound, and it was sore and uncomfortable.

"I was in the kitchen just now, and I saw Miss Wen sleeping here as soon as I came out. I called her a few times and didn't see her waking up, so I hurried to call you Sanshao." Xiaocha whispered to Jun Moyan, unable to bear She wiped away tears.

Jun Moyan refused to say anything for more than three years, and was so lifeless all day long. They thought that Wen Xiaoai was gone a long time ago, but it was true that Jun Moyan said that Wen Xiaoai could not come back because of illness. Not to coax the child.

She really came back.

Jun Moyan felt uneasy when he heard Xiaocha say to wake up Wen Xiaoai. While calming down, he tried to call her again.

"...Xiao, Xiao Ai?"

At the moment when he shouted, the tears in Jun Moyan's eyes couldn't hold back anymore, and they fell all of a sudden.

He couldn't believe that he could still call her name in front of her.

"Xiao Ai." He immediately called her again, touching her cheek with a trembling palm, her palm warmth.

He carefully shook her hand and put it on his face: "Xiao Ai..."

He called her again and saw her eyelashes trembling.

He was ecstatic, the anxiety in his heart dissipated suddenly, and he started calling her non-stop.

She opened her eyes and saw him, with a fuzzy face. She saw him, and then smiled, and then called him: "...Jun Mo Yan."

Her voice is very soft, she seems to be very tired, her eyelids can't be opened completely, just like someone who hasn't woken up yet, she's so sleepy, she's weak and listless even when she speaks.

Her vision became clear bit by bit, she seemed to see him crying, and the hand he was holding on his face was also wet and hot.

Wen Xiaoai's vision was finally completely clear, and he finally saw his face clearly, it was her Jun Moyan.

Seeing her about to get up, Jun Moyan quickly helped her up.

Wen Xiaoai sat up and stood up. She looked at Jun Moyan who was squatting in front of the sofa, smiled and stretched out her hands to hold his face, looked at it, then leaned in, lowered her head, and slowly Put his forehead on Jun Moyan's forehead.

She rubbed it lightly, propped her fighting eyelids, smiled slightly and said softly: "Jun Moyan, I miss you so much."

Hearing her saying that he missed him, and thinking of him taking the child alone in these years, Jun Moyan felt aggrieved for the first time, very aggrieved.

Tears fell uncontrollably, and the grievance only stayed in his heart for a while. At this moment, he was only ecstatic.

He really couldn't believe that she just came back, he was ready to wait for her forever.

"Thinking about it every day, do you want me?" She was soft and weak, and she spoke lightly, and her eyes were so sleepy that they wouldn't open the next time they closed.

Jun Mo Yan nodded slightly, looked at her, unable to speak for a while, but had already answered her thousands of times in his heart.