Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Nothing was missing, and there was nothing more that made her feel uncomfortable. Everything was familiar to her, which made her feel a lot of peace.

She looked at the bathroom direction from time to time, Jun Moyan came out anxiously, Wen Xiaoai was more anxious than him, she didn't like to be alone, especially after more than three years of loneliness.

The door handle of the room was suddenly twisted, and then the door was opened. Wen Xiaoai heard the movement and immediately turned around and looked in the direction of the door.

After waiting for a while, I saw the little guy hugging a small pillow, slowly moving in little by little, and then standing there, looking at her.

"An An." Wen Xiaoai immediately sat up.

"Come here." She waved to the little guy.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai let him over, the little guy immediately resurrected full of blood, ran to the bed with a small pillow, and then quickly climbed onto the bed with slippers.

"Come and sleep with mom." Wen Xiaoai opened the quilt, put the little guy's pillow between the two big pillows, and let the little guy lie down.

"Mom kisses." She hugged the little guy's head and kissed the little guy's face and forehead.

The little guy blushed, his mouth pursed.

"Cover the quilt." After Wen Xiaoai also lay down, he covered the little guy with the quilt, and covered himself with the quilt, and then hugged the little guy.

"Jun Moyan also said that you were asleep and cheated the cat."

The little guy looked at Wen Xiaoai, looking carefully through Wen Xiaoai's eyes, nose and mouth.

Seeing that the little guy sees himself in this way, it is as if he doesn’t know her, and knows her well, Wen Xiaoai can’t help asking him: “Does An An know his mother? You haven’t seen your mother yet, do you know her? What does it look like?"

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai was a little sad, the little guy sipped his little mouth twice, and said with a milky voice, "I know."

He added: "Ann has seen pictures of her mother and pictures of kittens."

"Have you seen the picture of mother?" Wen Xiaoai asked.

"Well, Dad showed it to An An." The little guy said.

"Then do you miss your mother?" she asked the little guy again.

The little guy nodded.

"Mom is not with Dad and An An. How are you doing with Dad? I think Dad has lost a lot of weight."

The little guy shook his head.

"Are you doing well?" Wen Xiaoai asked distressedly.

"Dad misses mom so much," the little guy said.

"Mom misses Dad too." Wen Xiaoai said.

"My father is not happy, and he is not happy every day. An An has never seen his father smile, nor laughs with anyone. My father still doesn't like talking, and he doesn't tell An An about her mother.

The little guy twitched his little ears, and continued indistinctly: "An An has long cat ears, and my father will show An An the picture of his mother's kitten."

Wen Xiaoai looked at the little guy's ear, and didn't ask anything.

To her, the little guy was born to him, so he was naturally half-demon, and Wen Xiaoai also had no racial distinction. She never thought about whether the little guy could accept this question, thinking that the little guy was a demon.

"Is that father very sad?"

The little guy nodded.

"What about An'an? Mom never came back, are you angry with your mother?" Wen Xiaoai asked again.

The little guy shook his head and thought for a while, he said: "Dad said mom is sick."

"Well, my mother was sick, so I didn't come back."

"Is there any good?"

Listening to the little guy's concern, Wen Xiaoai a little bit wanted to cry.

"Mom is already well, she will never leave An'an anymore, and will stay with An'an every day."