Chapter 1402 Wen Xiaoai: Jun Moyan, I Miss You so Much

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

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

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 her.

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

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

"I was in the kitchen just now. As soon as I came out, I saw Miss Wen sleeping here. I called her a few times but she didn't wake up, so I hurriedly called you, Third Young Master." Xiaocha told Jun Moyan in a low voice, unable to bear it. He wiped away his tears.

Jun Moyan has refused to say anything for more than three years, and has been dead all day long. They thought that Wen Xiaoai was gone long ago. They didn't expect Jun Moyan to say that it was true that Wen Xiaoai couldn't come back because of illness. Not kidding kids.

She really is back.

Hearing Xiaocha said that Wen Xiaoai couldn't be woken up, Jun Moyan felt uneasy. While calming down, he tried to call her again.

"...Xiao, Xiaoai?"

The moment he yelled out, the tears in Jun Moyan's eyes could no longer be held back, and fell down 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, caressing her cheek with trembling palms, her warmth came from his palms.

He carefully held one of her hands, and put it on his face: "Xiao Ai..."

He called her again and saw her eyelashes fluttering.

He was ecstatic, the uneasiness in his heart dissipated all of a sudden, and he began to call her incessantly.

Her eyelids kept moving, but she couldn't open them, as if she was stuck in a dream and couldn't wake up.

She should have heard him calling her.

Finally, she slowly opened her eyes, and saw his face. Before she could see his face clearly, she recognized him and was sure it was him.

Then she laughed along, and then called him: "...Jun Moyan."

Her voice was very soft, she seemed to be very tired, and her eyelids could not be fully opened, like someone who hadn't woken up yet, so sleepy that she was weak and listless even when she spoke.

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

Wen Xiaoai's vision was finally completely clear, and finally he could see his face clearly. It was her Jun Moyan, and she couldn't wait to get up.

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

Wen Xiaoai propped herself up and sat 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 forward, lowered her head, and slowly He pressed his forehead against Jun Moyan's.

She rubbed lightly, supported her eyelids that were fighting, and said softly with a slight smile: "Jun Moyan, I miss you so much."

After being separated for more than three years, she almost couldn't come back. She had so many things she wanted to tell him, but at this moment, she just wanted to tell him this one thing, and it was also the most important thing. She misses him.

Hearing that she missed him, and thinking that he had been alone with the child all these years and couldn't wait for her, Jun Moyan felt aggrieved for the first time, very aggrieved.

Tears fell down uncontrollably, and the grievance only stayed in my heart for a while, and then there was only ecstasy left.

He really couldn't believe that she came back just like that, he was ready to wait for her for the rest of his life.

"I think about it every day, do you miss me?" She was limp and had no strength, and her words were light, her eyes were so sleepy that it seemed that she would not open the next time she closed them.

Jun Moyan nodded slightly, looked at her, and was speechless for a while, but she had already answered her thousands of times in her heart.