Chapter 1401 It's His Little Boy Who's Back

He drove the car to the limit desperately, and the hands holding the steering wheel were shaking uncontrollably. Not only his hands, but also his feet, legs, body, and whole body were shaking when he stepped on the accelerator, and his face was so excited. Pale, even the lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood, the heart was beating so violently that it almost jumped out, and breathing became difficult.

His brain was buzzing, only Xiaocha's excited "Third Young Master, Miss Wen is back" kept echoing.

He even forgot to ask Xiaocha if it was real, how Wen Xiaoai came back, and how she was, if she was okay. Hang up the phone and rush back.

His mind was blank, sometimes messy, and became a mess. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.

He didn't know how he drove the car back, and he even forgot when he drove the car into the gate. The memory of this journey was completely forgotten by him at the moment the car stopped, and there was nothing left .

All he could think about was Wen Xiaoai. Along the way, his brain was empty and he couldn't think normally. Even the route home was found by muscle memory.

The moment he opened the car door and got out of the car, his trembling legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

He dragged his trembling and weak legs, stepped up the steps, and turned around. His condition was very similar to that of a person suffering from heatstroke, his steps were messy and eager, his body was swaying, and he was in a panic.

His hands were naturally hanging by his side, but it looked very unnatural. His two legs, which had long been out of control, seemed to be pulled, and he went up the steps indiscriminately. He didn't know what to support.

darling.

darling.

darling...

Trembling all over, Jun Moyan rushed into the villa in a hurry.

His brain was in a mess, and he couldn't find the north, south, east, and west at all. His eyes were also out of focus due to emotional excitement and high tension. There were white spots like snowflakes in front of his eyes, as if he had been in the sun for a long time. Very vague.

His dizzy eyes were eagerly searching the huge villa, and his legs kept chasing forward.

I'm afraid that if I slow down, people will disappear.

"Third Young Master." Xiaocha's soft cry brought the messy Jun Moyan back to his soul.

His eyes looked for the sound subconsciously, and a touch of color reflected in his out-of-focus eyes.

The moment he saw her, Jun Moyan's eyes that had been dark for more than three years regained their color, and Xinhe, who had been shrouded in haze for more than three years, also saw the light of day again.

The brain that had been humming all the way was also calmed down.

It's her, it's his little boy who's back.

Jun Moyan couldn't believe it.

In the past three years or so, he had dreamed of such a scene in countless painful but beautiful nights, and it was like this now. Suddenly, when she came back from work one day, she sat on the sofa and waited for him.

The beauty of this moment is the spiritual pillar of Jun Moyan.

And now, the dream has really become a reality.

Jun Moyan looked at the person lying on the sofa and sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, his eyes became hot, and tears welled up.

He didn't continue to stop, he exhaled lightly, tried to slow himself down, and then lifted his foot.

At this moment, he didn't think about anything, he didn't think about anything, he just wanted to walk in front of her, and go to her immediately.

So before his brain resumed his thinking, his body instinctively approached her.

His legs were still shaking, and they were shaking violently. Every step was like stepping on duckweed, very unstable.

He didn't dare to vent his anger, the hall was very quiet, and Jun Moyan could hear his "thump, thud, thud" heartbeat.

Near, near.

Jun Moyan could already feel her breath.

He finally came in front of her, his eyes were so red as to drip blood, he suppressed the tears, his excited and bewildered eyes moved slowly and eagerly on that familiar little face.

He wanted to look at her, to take a good look at her.