Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

After listening to Wen Xiaoai, she became even more entangled. She felt distressed when she looked at the little guy who could not speak well.

"An An is still ignorant. If we don’t let him do what children should do now, when An An grows up and sensible in the future, and finds that he is different from other children, what should he do alone? I want to be friends with him because they don’t have common topics, so he can’t even make friends. We are just An An’s parents, not all of An An’s life. An An will have his own life. There will be many, many people in life, not just us." Jun Moyan said again.

Wen Xiaoai didn't speak, just looked at the little guy.

Seeing that his parents disagree, the little guy is afraid that they will be upset in the end. He sensibly said to Wen Xiaoai: "An An likes to read and write, like children in kindergarten, and likes to learn to protect her mother."

Wen Xiaoai was touched by the little guy and pouted and kissed the little guy's soft face.

Then she asked Jun Moyan: "Can I not go tomorrow? I just came back, and I haven't had a good time with An An."

Jun Mo Yan Xinran promised: "I don't need to go tomorrow, I will give him two more days off."

"It's pretty much the same." Wen Xiaoai whispered, and reluctantly accepted the little guy's going to school.

Jun Moyan raised his hand and touched Wen Xiaoai's head, then he looked at the toys and candy in the drawers that had not been asked, and reached out and picked up a cup of milk tea that had been broken for some time.

"What's the matter with these things?" he asked the little guy.

Wen Xiaoai took a look, and immediately answered: "These are all bought by An An, but this milk tea has been broken, and An An said it is not allowed to drink."

After she finished speaking, she moved a step back and reached out a lollipop from the front drawer. After peeling it, she handed it to Jun Moyan's mouth: "You have one too, it's sweet."

Jun Moyan looked at the lollipop in Wen Xiaoai's and the little guy's mouth, then reached out and took it, and put it into his mouth.

"Sweet or not?" Wen Xiaoai asked him.

"Yeah." Jun Mo Yan nodded slightly.

"I'll eat one more." After Wen Xiaoai finished speaking, he took another candy, peeled it and licked it, one in each hand.

I also asked the little guy: "Does An An want to eat another one?"

"Don't eat so much sugar at night, eat it tomorrow." Jun Moyan said.

The little guy shook his head and showed Wen Xiaoai the lollipop he had not eaten much. "An An hasn't finished eating yet."

Wen Xiaoai: "Naan'an will eat it tomorrow."

"Uncle Tsing Yi said that you often buy food and play after school, and you buy them for your mother?" Jun Moyan asked the little guy.

The little guy nodded: "Yeah."

Seeing Jun Moyan looking at him, the little guy thought for a while and explained the matter honestly.

"Mom didn't come back. An An was afraid that his father would be upset, so she secretly bought it for her mother."

Jun Moyan raised his hand and touched the little guy's head, and told him, "Dad is not upset."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull the little guy over, then hugged him, and with the other hand, he pulled Wen Xiaoai up together.

"Go, go back to the room, I will show you An An's photos from a few months ago." He told Wen Xiaoai.

Wen Xiaoai: "In a few months?"

"Well, it's very young, and when I can't walk or talk, I have pictures of when I was a year or two."

"Have you taken pictures? Are there many?" Wen Xiaoai said with wide eyes in surprise.