The cubs assigned by the empire are a bit cute

After dinner, Koukou sent Xiaojin away with her father and aunt.

Xiao Jin was frightened by this battle, and felt that he was like an important guest of Shengmei Palace, receiving a particularly grand reception and farewell.

Of course, there are also a bunch of gifts.

The two children said affectionately that they would meet again in a few days.

Waiting for Xiaojin to get in the car, Jiang Muhan picked up Koukou, saw him pouting in depression, and said to him, "Shouldn't we meet again in a few days? Be happy."

Koukou could only nod, put his arms around his father's neck, leaned into his arms, and quietly looked at the vehicle going away.

Jiang Muhan asked: "I heard from my aunt that you lost your temper with Xiaojin this afternoon? What's going on?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Cen shook her head, why ask this now?

This father is not caring enough.

Koukou muttered, and denied in a low voice: "No."

He lowered his head and moved between his father's arms, not to get off the ground but to make it more comfortable for his father to hold him. His little head leaned on his father's shoulder, and his whole body turned into a soft ball like a boneless one.

Jiang Muhan rubbed him: "Really? Xiao Jin didn't bully you? Then why are you crying?"

Koukou took it for granted, "I didn't cry, and Xiao Jin didn't bully me either. I'm the older brother~Why is the elder brother crying?"

Mrs. Cen next to her was walking slowly, and when she heard this, she smiled and said, "Koukou is very sensible as a big brother, and he will take care of Xiaojin for dinner, isn't it?"

"Hmm~"

pride.

Koukou noticed that his father's eyes seemed a little disbelieving, and emphasized: "Xiaojin really didn't bully me."

"Understood." Jiang Muhan thought, the little guy has a lot of self-respect, he doesn't even admit that he's crying.

But after a second thought, Koukou lied weakly in his father's arms, not wanting to talk.

He remembered what Xiaojin said about Xiaoxu again.

He covered his ears angrily, shook his head, and tried hard to shake the thought out.

But it is still Xiaoxu's dream of sitting on an elephant.

It's all dad's fault, why did dad mention him crying?

Kou Kou glared at his father, and said in a weak voice, "I hate Ba Ba~"

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Muhan patted his little butt, "What did I say wrong?"

Mrs. Cen said in her heart, you are not wrong, you specifically picked out unpleasant things to say.

Koukou poured out his truest thoughts on his own: "I just don't want Xiaojin to talk about other children, I just want to be best friends with Xiaojin! I don't lie."

Only then did Jiang Muhan realize that this was the case, he smiled secretly, and whispered: "So you are still a little domineering?"

This matter is very important to the four-year-old Koukou, and he also understands that his father said that he is "dominant".

He was a little excited, and his little finger grabbed the collar of his father's uniform, insisting on saying: "The best friend is that there can only be one! Only! One! One! One!"

In the corridor, not to mention Jiang Muhan and Mrs. Cen, even Axu, the maid, and the guards standing guard not far away could hear clearly.

After Kou Kou finished speaking, he realized that his voice had drifted far away, as if it still echoed in the long corridor.

But he was right.

Jiang Muhan thought for a while, and tried to tell him that in fact, a person can have many friends, it's just a matter of priority, and Xiao Jin can't really stop making friends at all.He said: "Yes, there can only be one best friend. But Xiao Jin is playing in the breeding center. If there are other cubs who are happy with him, are you happy for him?"

Koukou frowned, why did Dad say that Xiaojin was happy with others?

other people?

Xiaoxu?

Mrs. Cen is not good at first hearing, what is this for?She quickly reached out to Koukou: "Okay, my aunt is holding you. Let's go to rest. Let your father go to work."

Koukou grabbed his father's collar and shook his head at his aunt and grandma: "I don't want it, I want to talk to Baba."

He stared at his father's deep eyes, knowing that there was love for him in the eyes. Perhaps this kind of love made him feel that "I can oppose my father". He said very seriously, "Xiaojin is not You can have fun with other children! No!"

He wasn't happy at all.

He was going to die in a hurry.

Why did dad say that?

Jiang Muhan actually wanted to tell the little guy that as a friend, he should be considerate of each other.

But what he said didn't seem very reasonable, at least, he seemed unable to make the four-year-old baby in his arms understand immediately with words.

He thought he had some experience in "parenting" recently, but he still didn't seem to be very good at it.

Before Jiang Muhan could figure out how to explain it, Koukou turned his head and asked childishly, "Auntie, do you have a best friend?"

Mrs. Cen nodded.

Of course she did, not long ago she left Shengmei Palace to visit her friends.

Koukou thought for a while, a rare light of wisdom flashed in her bright eyes, and asked again: "Then if she has other good friends, would you be happy?"

"This..." Mrs. Cen burst out laughing, glanced at Jiang Muhan, and explained, "Koukou, auntie is an adult, if we adults make friends..."

Koukou asked stubbornly: "No! Auntie is the best friend! If he has a best friend, would you be happy?"

The air seemed to be quiet for a few seconds, and Mrs. Cen's usual gentle face also appeared a little dazed.

Jiang Muhan suddenly remembered an old incident.

Mrs. Cen has never been married. In fact, she once had a good friend, but due to various changes and relationships, she has always been separated by two places and never really lived together.

Jiang Muhan almost never asked about Mrs. Cen's personal affairs, but now that he was brought out by Koukou like this, he felt a little sorry for his aunt.

He hugged Koukou and said, "Don't ask my aunt, ask me. I'll tell you the answer."

He was worried that his aunt would think of those unhappy pasts, and would inevitably want to draw the little guy's attention away.

Koukou doesn't understand why my aunt seems to be distracted.

He seldom saw such a hesitant look on his aunt's grandmother, even a look that was close to bewilderment.

Fortunately, Mrs. Cen came to her senses and didn't mind Koukou's childish and pure questions.She nodded honestly: "Aunt and grandma don't want a good friend to have another good friend. What we said is right. A good friend is a true heart for a true heart. There should only be one."

She smiled and rubbed the child's little hand.

It was originally just a quarrel between children, but when Mrs. Cen said these words, she was unexpectedly relieved.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with admitting that she is "small-minded" as an older adult. People always have selfishness, why lie to children, and why lie to themselves?

Mrs. Cen's eyebrows and eyes became softer, and there was a faint sense of enlightenment.

Koukou winked triumphantly at his father, as if to say: Look, everything I said is right.

Jiang Muhan glanced at his aunt's face, and pinched the tip of the little guy's nose.

"Where's Baba?" Koukou asked resolutely, "Where's Baba's good friend, if he had a better friend, would you cry?"

Jiang Muhan walked forward with him in his arms, and changed the posture of holding the child, so that the little guy looked at him face to face.

He smiled lightly: "Will I cry? Is it your little one crying?"

Kou Kou covered her little nose, hum~

"Then Baba doesn't have good friends? I don't believe it."

Jiang Muhan thought of Tang Yusen's tough-boned, bushy-browed appearance. From a rival who refused to accept each other to a partner who fought side by side, should they be considered friends?He was a little uncertain. After all, it was a relationship between superiors and subordinates. The word "friend" was not easy.

"Forget it, let's have one."

Kou Kou suddenly became curious, and asked inexplicably: "What is counting, Baba? Why is it counting?"

Jiang Muhan said lightly, "Because I don't know if he regards me as a friend."

Saying so, I suddenly felt a little sad in my heart.

As the supreme ruler of this empire, he actually has no friends, and even the only "suspected friend" may be his unilateral opinion.

Of course, he considers this "friend" average, and appreciates and trusts him more than personal friendship.

Jiang Muhan looked at the little guy's big eyes and turned around, feeling like he was being tricked. "Aren't you talking about you and Xiaojin?"

"I want to listen to the story of my father's good friend now, otherwise... otherwise..." Koukou turned to look at the aunt and grandma who was walking behind, and deliberately fell into his father's ear, whispering, "Otherwise I will crying~"

Although the "threat" of a childish voice has no deterrent effect, it is so cute that Jiang Muhan raised his eyebrows.

"Wow~" Koukou exclaimed, his calves were bent, he fell down happily and hugged Dad's shoulders, shaking and continuing to ask, "Baba~"

Jiang Muhan continued to hold it high, coaxing the little guy to have no time to care about minor problems, he just giggled.

At the end of the corridor, Jiang Muhan was about to branch off from his aunt. He turned to look at his aunt, and seeing that she seemed to be thinking, he said, "Auntie, Koukou should go to my side today."

Mrs. Cen asked with a smile, "Where is Koukou?"

Koukou didn't know who his father's friend was yet, so he insisted on asking, and said, "I'll sleep with Baba."

He suddenly remembered something, which was an agreement with his father, so he said, "I'll go find my aunt when I coax Baba to fall asleep!"

Jiang Muhan thought, fortunately, the little guy still has the things of the morning in his head.

However, he thought of another matter, so he tightened his arms, and lied back first, and settled the score later.

Mrs. Cen waved her hand: "Go~"

Back in the room, Jiang Muhan asked the maid to wash the little guy first, and he also took a shower himself.

While taking a shower, he was still pondering that he really had no friends in his life.

A companion is like a tiger, he doesn't care what others think of him, let alone care.

But Jiang Muhan is not depressed because of this, this is not something he is extremely lacking.

Just a little curious.

For example, in Tang Yusen's eyes, what kind of existence would he be like?

The water curtain washed over his face, Jiang Muhan raised his head, wiped his forehead and hair back with five fingers, and there was uncertainty in his narrow eyes.

Not sure if he is really Tang Yusen's friend.

Koukou sat on the big bed and waited for a long time. He didn't need to wash his hair today, he only needed to take a shower and put on clean little clothes and a baby cap.

He raised his little chin and fiddled with the lace of his little hat, twisting himself so that it would not knot.

The maid sister helped him fix it just now, but he pulled it away.

He simply grabbed the little hat, held it in his hand and taught it: "Little Benben, can you even tie the knot yourself? You look so stupid!"

As soon as Jiang Muhan walked into the bedroom, he saw the little figure sitting in the middle of the bed with his back facing him. The little milk's voice was really serious.

During the day, he also heard from his deputy that now the little highness is more and more like him, and he feels comfortable hearing it.

Now Jiang Muhan couldn't help but wonder, like him?

He wasn't like that when he was a kid.

Little Dada who only knows how to eat, play, and hug?

Just as he was distracted, the little boy on the bed turned his head and stretched out his little hand to him: "Baba..."

Jiang Muhan was like a puppet on a string, he immediately stepped forward to satisfy the little guy who "needs to be hugged", hugged him and gently rumpled a wool roll.

Koukou sat on his father's lap and asked his father to put a small hat on him. He also plausibly complained: "Baba, the little hat is not good at all, and can't tie a knot by itself."

Jiang Muhan pulled out a pillow and leaned against his body, and pulled up the quilt: "What if it might get tangled and run away?"

Koukou tilted his head and thought deeply: "Is it okay to tie it to Baba's head? It won't run away."

Jiang Muhan glanced warily at the baby hat, which was no bigger than a fist, and immediately changed the subject: "Do you want to give the little plane I gave you to Xiao Jin at noon?"

"Huh?" Koukou's big eyes were obviously taken aback, dull.

Is there such a thing?

He doesn't remember it.

How to do?

Dad looked suddenly fierce.

Kou Kou didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but Dad's words were too clear and orderly——

Dad "gives it", and he wants to give it to Xiaojin.

Koukou thought for a while, opened his mouth wide and yawned, rubbing his eyes nonchalantly: "Baba, I'm so sleepy~"

Immediately, the little head leaned against Dad's chest, and the little nose let out a soft "huh"~

Jiang Muhan: Have you started to know how to act?Who did you learn this from?There is no elder at home to learn from, right?

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