Chapter 954: Three Years Old Miss Ruan Meng Meng

"But Master Three said that if he is not allowed to see you, he may not have the exam for the next two days ... no ... rest assured ..."

Speaking of the last 'heart', Uncle Zhao's head has been buried lower and lower.

Because he found that Li Junyu's heavily condensed eyes were gradually covered by ice.

And the kind of coercive coercion emanating from his whole body is even more than before.

In the past few months, Uncle Zhao has long been accustomed to Master's "kindness" towards them.

To the extent that he forgot that before Ms. Meng Meng didn't come to Li's house, their young master was actually an unsmiling, indifferent, cold and serious person.

"Did you finish?" Li Junyu's deep, condensed voice sounded again.

That cold, cold tone was enough to teach Uncle Zhao to shudder.

"When you are finished, tell the third child. I will take time to take him and the second child for psychological treatment in a few days. I used to be too used to them. From now on, both of them must learn to face.

otherwise……

If the truth comes out in the future, he doesn't know if the second and third children can hold up.

Uncle Zhao was silent and could only bear it in fear.

He actually has a lot to say ...

He could feel the chill of the younger master, but he could feel the depression in his heart.

Although the young master said nothing and did nothing, it looks the same as before.

Strong, cold, lonely and never defeated.

But after years of serving in Li's family, it can be said that it was the uncle Zhao who grew up watching several young masters, but he could vaguely feel--

The young master is in a wrong state.

This state made him feel familiar, just as many years ago when his wife had just left.

Even if the young master behaves calmly and plainly, even the young master can comfort the two younger brothers and plan their future study and life.

But Uncle Zhao will never forget. One night ten years ago, he saw a man running to Houshan alone, facing the lush but dark woods, a young master who secretly wept.

...

"Come on, you will come back tomorrow morning."

Li Jun Yu coldly retired Uncle Zhao.

He moved to the single-family villa behind the main house, and even the servants dismissed as much as possible, leaving only Uncle Zhao to wait for his dispatch.

Uncle Zhao nodded and retreated respectfully.

Li Junyu pushed the door blankly into the new bedroom.

When he stepped into the bedroom, there was a sudden sound of "唔 hm" in the room.

The men who had been so indifferent to expressionlessness seemed to be covered with frost, and the cold and cold ink pupils flashed stupidly.

Li Junyu didn't turn on the light, stepped closer to the side of the room next to the wall, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass.

The weather in June is bright, with stars shining on the summer night sky.

Starlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the small piece on the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows ...

I saw a little white, fluffy little guy, pulling his head, and lying on the wooden floor listlessly.

When he heard the noise, he raised his eyelids, glanced at Li Junyu, and pulled his small head back.

Not mom ... I miss mom at three ...

When the man saw the movement of "three years old", Mo Yu's eyes were deeply darkened.

He walked over and held ‘Li three years old’ with an unprecedented gentle movement, and held him in his arms.

"Huh ..." At the age of three, he arched again in Li Junyu's arms, his throat humming softly, like a coquettish, more like a wailing.

Li Junyu rubbed his head, and for the first time, took it to the big bed.

One person, one dog, hugged and fell asleep like this.

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[Three more changes, I'm sorry for writing late today, I'll make a few more for one time ~ the next chapter before 21:20]

(End of this chapter)