Chapter 1364 Something Wrong Little Guy

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xiaocha took the little guy back to the room to sleep.

After the little guy fell asleep, Xiaocha turned off the lights and left.

However, as soon as Xiaocha left, the little guy who had just fallen asleep opened his eyes.

He turned around, turned sideways, and faced the balcony, looking preoccupied and not sleepy at all.

He looked at a certain place in the dark, clasped the pillow with his little hand, and watched quietly for a long time, and finally fell asleep slowly when he felt sleepy.

In the evening, Jun Moyan, who had a business trip, returned to Jingyuan.

Tsing Yi called him and said that An An seemed to be looking for him, so as soon as he came back, he went to the little guy's room first.

At this point, the little guy must be asleep.

Afraid of disturbing the little guy, Jun Moyan opened the door softly, but saw that the light in the room was on.

Did you forget to turn it off before going to bed? Or was it because he would be scared if he didn't sleep on a floor by himself, so he didn't turn it off?

Jun Moyan thought to himself and walked in.

Walking in, Jun Moyan was stunned by the empty bed, and his first reaction was to turn his head to look at the bathroom.

"An'an?"

There was no light in the bathroom but the door was open.

He went into the bathroom and looked, and there was nothing.

"An'an?"

He exited the bathroom, and quickly searched the room with his eyes. Then he looked for the balcony, the cloakroom, and the bathroom again. Finally, he even looked at the corner behind the door and under the bed.

nothing.

He saw the thin quilt that was crumpled in the middle of the bed, and out of concern, he stretched out his hand to look it over.

The little guy is small, but it's impossible to hide it.

No one was found, but Jun Moyan found that the quilt was still warm, with residual warmth.

went there?

The door of the room is closed and the light is on. Did you run out?

Could it be that he ran to his room to sleep?

Jun Moyan hurried to his room to look for it.

His room was pitch black, and there was no sign of the little guy, nor was there any trace of the little guy's presence.

Jun Moyan anxiously ran downstairs to the monitoring room.

I disappeared in the kindergarten the day before yesterday, and ran out of the house yesterday without saying a word, playing and disappearing one after another.

It's okay during the day, but now that it's gone at night, it's impossible for him to run to play, where will he go?

Jun Moyan hurried to the monitoring room to check the monitoring.

"Third Young Master, I found it. The young master is here."

Surveillance soon found the little guy.

Jun Moyan looked at the little guy sitting quietly on the swing on the screen, worried that he would be angry afterward.

He turned around and strode out of the surveillance room to find someone.

On the way to find someone, the anger in Jun Moyan's heart became more and more intense.

In the past three years, even if the little guy stole Wen Xiaoai's photo, he has never been so angry as he is now.

He just taught him yesterday that no matter where he goes, even at home, he must tell the adults.

He thought he would only run around during the day, but he didn't expect that he would dare to run out without making a sound at night.

Is it because he is not at home tonight, so he can run around?

Seeing the little guy sitting quietly on the swing not far away, Jun Moyan was out of breath and shouted angrily: "Jun Shi'an!"

no respond.

Jun Moyan, who was in a fit of anger, didn't notice anything wrong, but was even angrier because the little guy ignored it.

He strode over.

Judging from this posture, he is ready to be educated.

But slowly, Jun Moyan, who got closer and closer, soon discovered that something was wrong with the little guy.

He stopped slowly, looking at the little guy sitting quietly on the swing.

The more Jun Moyan looked at him, the more something was wrong.

"An'an?"

He looked at the little guy and called him tentatively, in a moderate voice.

The little guy ignored him, as if he didn't hear him calling him, or rather, he didn't hear his voice at all.