Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"An An?" Jun Moyan called him, thinking that the little guy was playing with him.

But I called him and didn't see the little guy back to him.

"An An?" Jun Moyan threw the suit jacket aside, then walked to the bed and sat down.

"An An? What are you doing?" He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, but heard the voice of resistance from the little guy.

"An'an? What's the matter?" Jun Moyan noticed something was wrong, and again wanted to lift the quilt, but the little guy was very resistant to grab the quilt to prevent him from lifting it.

"An An, it's dad, dad is back." Jun Moyan thought he was alone in the room again, afraid.

He reached out and touched the little guy's head, but the little guy immediately avoided and moved back.

"An An?"

"Don't be afraid, it's Dad."

"What's wrong, tell Dad."

Jun Moyan coaxed and tried to lift his quilt again. The little guy still resisted, but showed no behavior.

Jun Moyan opened the side of the quilt and saw the little guy hiding in the quilt. He opened the quilt completely, and saw that the little guy was holding his eyes tightly with his small hands, and his face was pressed out of red. , The whole person was curled up together, sweating profusely, not knowing what he was afraid of.

"What's the matter?" Jun Moyan asked softly, reaching out to take off the little hand covering his eyes, but suddenly saw his ears...

Jun Mo Yan was startled.

He stared at the little guy's ears blankly, his eye sockets suddenly red.

"...You, ears..." Jun Moyan looked at the little guy's ears in a daze, and he couldn't help but lift one hand to touch it.

"Woo..."

When the little guy heard Jun Moyan say his ears, he sobbed with fear, but he didn't dare to cry.

The little guy sobbed, and the two hands covering his eyes pressed harder.

Jun Moyan heard the scared sob of the little guy and returned to his senses. He regained focus and moved his eyes away from the little guy's ears. He looked at the little guy, but the next second he looked back at his ears.

"An An?" Jun Moyan tried to take his hand covering his eyes, but the little guy was too scared to take it away.

"An'an, don't be afraid." Jun Moyan knew that he must be frightened by his ears.

"Woo...monster." The little guy covered his eyes and whimpered in fear.

"Not a monster."

"It's a monster..." The little guy refused to take his hand off, saying it was a monster.

"It's not a monster. Mom has it too." Jun Moyan said.

He looked at the furry gray cat ears on the side of the little guy's face, and his emotions kept surging when he thought of Wen Xiaoai.

"Mom has..."

"Yes, mom has it too, just like An An's." Jun Moyan said as he took the little guy's hand covering his eyes.

He saw the little guy's glass eyes glowing, just like the little boy, like all cat eyes that glow in the dark.

"Not afraid." Jun Moyan coaxed, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The little guy is still scared, he has a lot of questions, but he still doesn't know how to talk when he is only three years old.

Jun Mo Yan knew he was afraid.

How can you not be afraid, let alone a child, but an adult, with good ears suddenly becoming cat ears, and you will be frightened as well as frightened.

Jun Moyan looked at his ear and reached out to touch it, but the little guy refused to let him touch it.

Jun Moyan picked him up, then picked up the hat on the side cabinet and put it on the little guy. After hiding his ears, Jun Moyan hugged him out of the room, walked through the corridor, and came to himself s room.