Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Jun Moyan has said so, so don't worry about it. People sleep on a bed every day. Can Jun Moyan still see the problem?"

"No, I don't suspect that Miss Wen has a problem, I just don't worry, and I can't figure it out."

"There are many things in this world that you can't figure out, and there are many things that you don't know. People have a long life. It's not a good thing to live too well. If you don't know or don't know, you will live easily. Much."

Tsing Yi looked at the alcoholic who was lying flat and looking at the ceiling, and once again felt the strangeness and distance between him and him.

You can't tell me what is the matter.

Do you know that I feel very uncomfortable looking at you like this.

You don't want to tell me anything, do you know that every time you say something that is inconsistent with your usual hippie smile, even if I see you silent for a few minutes, I will be very worried.

Tsing Yi turned over and turned his back to the alcoholic.

Looking at the ceiling in a daze, the drunkard looked sideways at his Tsing Yi, his eyes dimmed a little, with a little guilt.

He didn't say anything, he retracted his gaze, and continued to look to the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two of them didn't speak any more, and neither slept again, just pretending to be on their own minds until dawn...

And those in the Jun family who couldn't sleep just like them.

In the hospital

Father Jun made countless phone calls and finally called Jun Qing over.

Hearing that Mr. Jun wanted to hold a funeral for Jun Wuhao so soon and asked him not to continue to confront Shangguan's house, Jun Qing was about to slam the door and leave.

It was Jun Wuchen's father who caught him.

"Brother, the unharmed autopsy report is clearly written. His death has nothing to do with anyone. You have no reason to put the blame on Guan Yu. Besides, you don't know what Shang Guan Yu is. You just have to continue. Wasting time, let Wuhao be buried first."

"It's not your son who died. Of course you can say it lightly." Jun Qing was still in grief and anger. Hearing Jun Yan's words, and seeing Jun Wuchen alive and well, he immediately said such a sentence without thinking. .

In other words, any father will be angry when he hears such words, not to mention Jun Yan, who owes too much to his son.

Jun Yan was immediately annoyed.

Not only Jun Yan, but Master Jun was also angry: "Jun Qing, what are you saying?"

"Am I wrong? My elder son died, and my younger son was killed by himself. Can you understand my feelings?!" Jun Qing felt like a knife pierced every time he thought of it.

"One of you is his uncle, and the other is his grandfather. If you don’t avenge him and let him die unclearly, it’s fine. You have to stop me and say that it’s not mine. Let the murderer get away with it. What do you think." Jun Qing roared at them.

"Well-off will fall to the point where you are today, and you, a father, are also responsible. Isn't this what you are used to doing?!" Jun Yan has been away all year round, and his wife has been passionate about science all his life, not caring about family affairs.

But he knew very well what was going on at home.

Jun Wuhao has been lawless since he was a child, and if Jun Qing took more care of him, how could this happen today.

Moreover, Jun Wuhao's death court has given a clear statement, it is not homicide, and there will be no results if the trouble continues.

"Yes, I have a responsibility. I should have listened to my mother and drove out Jun Moyan this wicked man. There won't be such a day."