Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"An An?" A head came in the crack of the door again, and An An shouted with a special joy.

Behind the door turned to the little guy in the corner, looked up, and saw Shangguanyu's smiling face.

Shangguanyu walked in, closed the door, and then squatted down behind the little guy.

He reached out and gently turned the little guy around and pulled it in front of him.

"What's wrong? Why are you at the penalty station again? Did you make my father unhappy again?" Shangguan Yu asked concerned.

The little guy dropped his head slightly and said nothing.

"An An? Why don't you speak?" Shangguan Yu smiled, and gently squeezed the little guy's soft face.

The little guy finally raised his head, his eyes were red, his mouth was slightly pursed, and he looked so aggrieved.

He looked at Shangguanyu, and then took the first two steps, hugging Shangguanyu's neck with two small hands, and buried his small face between Shangguanyu's neck.

Then he cried out with a choked voice, "Shangguan father."

Ruan Ruannuo cried out, making Shangguan Yu terribly distressed.

He hurriedly hugged the little guy, and coaxed distressedly: "It's okay, An Anan, see what fun Shangguan Dad brought you."

Shangguanyu reached into his clothes pocket and took out something.

"Look at this."

The little guy released an arm, raised his head, looked at what was in his hand, and saw that it was a pistol.

A simulated model black pistol, made very realistic, almost exactly the same as a real pistol.

"Here." Shangguan Yu handed the simulation gun to him.

The little guy reached for it.

It's a bit heavy, but the weight is just right.

"Do you like it?" Shangguanyu asked with a smile.

The little guy looked at Shangguanyu, and then nodded, but he didn't smile or say he liked it.

Shangguanyu felt sour, raised his hand to rub the little guy's head, smiled and said, "Then you kiss Shangguan's father."

The little guy pouted his mouth and kissed Shangguanyu's face.

Shangguan Yu was so happy that he slapped the little guy's soft little face and gave it a bite, and the kiss was particularly loud.

"An An is really good."

He hugged the little guy up, led him out of the room, and hugged him downstairs to play.

The sofa in the lobby on the first floor and the table in front of the sofa are all very clean. Apart from the remote control and the water glass, nothing else can be seen.

The rest of the hall, corners and corners are so neat and clean, it really doesn't look like a family with a three-year-old child.

But from the side it can be seen that the little guy is a kid who knows how to clean up but is not naughty.

Shangguanyu sat on the sofa, put the little guy on his lap, and then turned on the TV to make the atmosphere in the hall alive.

He held a pistol and taught the little guy to recognize the gun.

"This is the barrel, this is the trigger..."

Not long after playing with the little guy, the little guy slowly began to smile on his little face, and now he has the appearance that a child should have.

Seeing that the little guy was in a good mood, Shangguanyu even took snacks for him, and then took the opportunity to ask him: "An'an, tell Shangguan's father, why did he punishing you to face the wall again?"

The little guy raised his eyes to look at Shangguan Yu, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the second floor. After looking for a while, he looked back.

He pursed his mouth, lowered his eyes as if doing something wrong, and whispered back: "I secretly took the picture of my mother."

Shangguanyu felt a pain in his heart, looking at the quiet little guy with his small head low, he couldn't help but breathe out secretly.

Instead of comforting the little guy, he smiled and asked him: "Is my mother beautiful?"

It doesn't matter the more comforting him, the more he will care and feel uncomfortable in his heart.