Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Well, I also recorded a lot of videos."

"Also video?"

"Yeah. By the way, that milk tea is broken and you can't drink it. Don't be greedy and drink it secretly. I will buy you new ones every day."

"I know, An An told me."

Jun Moyan held the little guy in one hand and Wen Xiaoai in the other and returned to the room.

He took out a large box of photos of the little guy. From five months to about two years old, he also recorded a lot of videos to record the growth process of the little guy in different time periods, especially the first few months. Jun Moyan is like a treasure every day, shooting every day, and now he has tens of thousands of copies.

Jun Moyan showed the video to Wen Xiaoai. The little guy came over and watched it together, watching himself a little bit lying in his father's arms and eating a bottle, watching himself lying on the bed obediently and "talking and chatting" with his father. Looks like watching myself sitting on the bed and falling down again within a few seconds, watching myself learn to crawl, learn to stand, learn to call mom and dad, learn to walk and eat, watching myself grow up in my father's arms.

There are also thousands of photos that record his growth day by day... He never knew he had these photos, and they were all taken and recorded by his father himself.

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan who was showing his mother a video on his mobile phone, and for the first time knew that his father loved him so much.

"An An was very well-behaved when she was a child, and she was easy to take with her. She rarely cried and made trouble, and she was very cute when eating. You see..."

Jun Moyan said while showing it to Wen Xiaoai.

The little guy looked at the smile on his father's face, and he could see it.

This was the first time he saw his father smile, and the first time he saw his father so gentle.

The little guy looked at his father and mother again, and finally smiled secretly with his little mouth pursed, with a happy face.

...

After a few days of getting along, the little guy and Wen Xiaoai became more familiar and close, without the sense of distance that wanted to get close at first but didn't dare to get too close because they were not familiar.

The little guy hasn't gone to kindergarten these days. He stayed with his mother all day. He would go wherever his mother went.

Jun Moyan hasn't been to the company in the past few days. A family of three stays together every day. The two father and son are just like worms, even Wen Xiaoai goes to the toilet with both of them.

Of course, most of the time, the two fathers and sons still guard Wen Xiaoai to sleep.

After staying for a few days, when he got the words "Uncle Feng" from the little guy, Feng Lidan said with satisfaction that he would go back.

After saying that Bai Yi will send him off, at the eleven o'clock plane, Bai Yi has been riding a battery car early to send the wind to the airport.

"Help me hold this." Bai Yi gave Feng Lishan a **** backpack.

"What have you installed?" Feng Lidan took it.

"At that time you will know." The white **** is mysterious.

Feng Li smiled and sat in the back seat.

The white robe drove people to the airport with vigor.

Riding for more than two hours, fortunately the sun is not hot, otherwise the wind will never dry.

When he finally reached the place, Feng Lidan got out of the car, feeling sore in his waist.

Bai Yi got out of the car, locked the car, took his big backpack from Feng Lidan, put it on his back, and smiled and said to Feng Lidan, "Let's go."

Hearing Bai Yi's words, Feng Litan, who was flexing his muscles, looked at him, looking from the backpack on Bai Yi's back to Bai Yi's expectant eyes.

"What do you mean?" Feng Lidan asked.