Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Huh? What's the matter?" Wen Xiaoai looked down at where the little guy was pointing, but couldn't see her neck, but she knew what the little guy was referring to.

"Does it hurt?" The little guy pointed to Wen Xiaoai's neck, still thinking it was a wound.

Hearing the little guy asking her if it hurts, Wen Xiaoai thought of Jun Moyan bullying her last night.

"Mom doesn't hurt." Wen Xiaoai said, but his expression was obviously different.

"Mom hug," she said to the little guy.

The little guy lay down immediately, lay down in Wen Xiaoai's arms and hugged her.

Wen Xiaoai hugged the little guy, kissed and smelled, "My baby is so sweet."

The little guy blushed and whispered, "Mother smells."

"It smells good for mom and so good for baby." Wen Xiaoai said.

The little guy cast aside Jun Moyan, who was inadmissible, and said intimately: "Dad is fragrant."

Wen Xiaoai said: "He is not fragrant."

The neglected Jun Moyan spoke again: "Are you hungry? I haven't eaten for a day."

"I'm not hungry." Wen Xiaoai said emotionally. In fact, he was too hungry. After all, the amount of exercise last night was so large and today was another day without eating. How can you not be hungry.

"I let Xiaocha make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, and sweet and sour fillet, as well as crystal shrimp dumplings, mushroom meatballs, sugar braised lotus seeds, jade ribbon shrimp and lotus leaf chicken."

Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but licked her lips, and suddenly felt even more hungry, but because of face, she couldn't pull her face so quickly and said okay, who told him to bully her so last night.

"It won't be tasty after a while, and An An is also hungry." Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, and gathered Wen Xiaoai's small expression in his eyes.

The little guy seemed to feel that his mother was awkward with his father, so he helped Jun Moyan call Wen Xiaoai: "Mom eats."

"Are An An hungry?" Wen Xiaoai took the opportunity to ask the little guy.

"Yeah." The little guy nodded.

Jun Moyan stood up at this time and made persistent efforts.

"Let's go, brush your teeth and wash your face first." He reached out and hugged Wen Xiaoai. Wen Xiaoai didn't say anything, but he didn't give him a good face.

Wen Xiaoai's emotions lasted until not long after dinner. After all, Jun Moyan would coax her, and there is such a little guy who makes her happy.

In the evening, Wen Xiaoai, who had taken a bath, lay on the bed and played with Jun Moyan's mobile phone.

Just after eating, she took a lot of photos with Jun Moyan's mobile phone, and also took a lot of Jun Moyan. When she was looking happily-"Little boy, help me take off the clothes on the sofa."

Jun Moyan's voice came out of the bathroom again, and Wen Xiaoai was so excited that his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"You, come out and get it by yourself." Wen Xiaoai was so frightened that he remembered the experience last night, and quickly put down the phone and hid in the quilt.

"I, I'm asleep, come out and take it yourself."

She hid in the quilt and refused to help. She was very excited when she heard about this errand last night, with excitement with anticipation, but after the night until dawn, she is now only afraid.

"Little boy?" Jun Moyan called her again.

Wen Xiaoai, who was hiding in the quilt, closed her eyes, pretending not to hear, pretending to be asleep, and not agreeing to him.

Then she heard the sound of the doorknob turning. It was Jun Moyan who came out. He came out to take the clothes by himself. Wen Xiaoai was relieved. He wanted to take a look, but he didn't dare.

She felt that the end of the bed seemed to sink, and he came up.

Did he get dressed so soon?

No, he was on her, her sides were sunken, he was just above her body.

Wen Xiaoai became nervous and wanted to know what he was doing, so he secretly and slowly pulled down a little quilt.