Chapter 1351 He Doesn't Know What to Do

Tsing Yi, who was driving, raised his hand and quietly wiped away his tears, feeling equally uncomfortable in his heart.

"Dad didn't 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 lap, hugged him in his arms, and comforted him hoarsely, but his heart was blocked and he couldn't breathe.

"Father lied, and Shangguan's father lied too. You all lied to An'an. Mom hasn't come back. Huh..."

Jun Moyan hugged him, and the little guy's sad cries could be heard in his ears. He looked at the retreating scenery outside the car window, his eyes were full of confusion, pain and helplessness.

He didn't know what to do, not even how to reassure the child that his mother would come back.

The hope in his heart was extinguished little by little, and he seemed to be dying gradually, and he was struggling every day.

He is too busy to take care of himself now, he doesn't know whether to be lucky or unlucky to have An'an.

Because if there was no An An, he didn't know what he would have become after waiting for three full years, and he might have lost his human appearance long ago.

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

And Jun Moyan has been trained to be a copper-hearted and iron-boned person since he was a child, and he looks down on the sophistication of people.

They have never experienced anything, and they have never endured any suffering, but now he is more incompetent than an ordinary person.

He didn't know how long he had to wait, and he didn't know if he could wait any longer. He didn't know whether what he was waiting for in the end was reunion or despair, and he didn't know whether An An was salvation or restraint for him.

Because without Xiaoguai, he would not be able to live his entire life by himself, and he was afraid that in the end, because of the child, he would not even have a choice.

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

Jun Moyan just hugged him like that, sat in the car, stared blankly out of the car window, and didn't get down.

Tsing Yi didn't dare to disturb him.

It wasn't until the night fell that the little guy was tired from crying and fell asleep, Jun Moyan took his schoolbag, carried him out of the car, and went upstairs.

"What's the matter? Are the third young master and the young master alright?" Xiaocha, who had been worried all night, looked at Jun Moyan who was carrying the little guy upstairs, and asked Tsing Yi worriedly.

"It's okay, you go and heat up the food and send it up to Third Young Master, the young master probably has to eat it later."

"it is good."

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

When he came to the bed and sat down, he gently wiped the tears for the little guy, looked at his swollen eyes from crying, and touched them gently with distress.

The little guy cried so sadly that even if he fell asleep now, he would still sob 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 clung to 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, rubbed the candy with his fingertips, and his thoughts slowly drifted away.

Slowly, the surrounding air seemed to be soaked in sadness. He sat alone by the bed, watching Tang quietly, and the appearance of guarding the child made people feel distressed.

"Patta"

Probably because he lowered his head, the tears fell too easily, so they fell like this and landed on the back of his own hand.

He didn't seem to notice it, and he was still looking at the candy in the little guy's hand, but his vision became more and more blurred.

The soul-suppressing beast has no emotions, let alone tears. During those hundreds of thousands of years, he lived like a god, never bowed his head, and had no lust.

And Jun Moyan is also a person with a "hard heart". In the past twenty years, he has shed only a handful of tears.

He really seldom cries.