Jun Moyan looked at the little guy who was crying sadly. He listened to his sensible words and felt uncomfortable in his heart and his face turned pale.

Qingyi, who was driving, raised her hand and wiped her tears quietly, feeling so uncomfortable that she felt uncomfortable.

"Dad did not 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 legs and hugged him in his arms. He comforted him with a hoarse voice, but his heart was so blocked that he couldn't breathe.

"Dad lied to others, Shangguan's father lied to others, you all lied to An An, mom has never come back, wuwu..."

Jun Moyan held him, and his ears were filled with the little guy's sad cry. He looked at the backward view outside the car window, his eyes full of confusion, pain and helplessness.

He didn't know what to do, or even how to comfort the child, so that he could believe that his mother would come back.

The hope in his heart was extinguishing little by little, and he seemed to die gradually, and he was suffocating every day.

He was too busy to take care of himself now, and he didn't know whether to be glad or unlucky to be at peace.

Because if An An had not been waiting for three years, he would not know what would have become, and he would have been gone long ago.

The soul-suppressing beast has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and has long been used to life and death, and has experienced the changes.

Jun Moyan has developed a strong body since childhood and has been indifferent to human nature and worldly affairs.

They have never experienced anything, but now he is even more incompetent than an ordinary person.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait, nor did he know whether he could wait, whether he would be reunion or despair, nor did he know whether An An would be redeemed or restrained for him.

Because he had no little lover, he would not have been able to finish his life. He was afraid that in the end, he would not even have a choice because of his children.

The little guy lay on his shoulder and cried constantly. The more he cried, the more sad he became, and he kept crying to the door of his house.

Jun Moyan just hugged him, sat in the car, staring blankly out of the car window, and never got out.

Qingyi dared not disturb him.

Until the night was shrouded in the air, the little guy was tired and cried and fell asleep. Then Jun Moyan took his schoolbag, carried him out of the car, and went upstairs.

"What happened? The third young master and the young master are fine?" Xiao Cha, who was worried all night, looked at Jun Moyan who was holding the little guy upstairs and asked Qingyi worriedly.

"It's okay, go and heat up the food and deliver it to the third young master. The young master probably has to eat it later."

"good."

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

When he came to the bed and sat down, he gently wiped the little guy's tears, looked at his swollen eyes, and he gently touched it with pain.

The little guy cried so sadly that even though he was asleep now, he would still sobb 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 held 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 and began to rub the candy one after another, and his thoughts slowly drifted away.

Slowly, the air around seemed to be soaked in sadness. He sat alone by the bed, quietly watching the candy, and watching the child's appearance made people feel distressed.

"Ba"

Perhaps he lowered his head and tears fell too easily, so he fell down like this and hit the back of his own hand.

He seemed to have not noticed it, and he still looked at the candy in the little guy's hand, but his vision became blurry.

The soul-suppressing beast has no seven emotions and six desires, nor does it have tears. In those hundreds of thousands of years, he lived a god, never lowered his head or moved his desires.

Jun Moyan is also a "solid heart" person. In the past twenty years, he has shed only a handful of tears.
Chapter completed!