Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The little guy has to go to kindergarten today. The night before, Wen Xiaoai told Jun Moyan to wake her up the next morning. She wants to send the little guy to see where the little guy’s school is.

Although it was very difficult to get up the next day, I still got up.

The little guy has finished washing, wearing kindergarten uniforms, cute and handsome, Wen Xiaoai can't like it.

After matching Wen Xiaoai's clothes and shoes, Jun Moyan also picked up a comb to braid Wen Xiaoai's hair. The little guy who looked aside was amazed. He never knew that his father was so capable, but he would even braid braids. .

Wen Xiaoai held the little guy in his arms, and kissed the little guy's soft face like a chicken pecking at the rice. Jun Mo Yan, who looked at her braiding her, wanted to say something several times.

Finally, he gave Wen Xiaoai a simple combing, and Jun Moyan put down the comb: "Okay."

"Okay?" Wen Xiaoai raised his hand to touch the braid, and then asked the little guy: "Is it pretty?"

"Mum is beautiful." The little guy looked at the beautiful fishbone braid on the side of his mother's head and nodded, his eyes full of love.

"I want to see." Wen Xiaoai hugged the little guy down from the bed, and then walked towards the dressing table with the little guy.

Looking at the little guy as a pendant and wishing to hold Wen Xiaoai in his hands every second, Jun Moyan felt a little uncomfortable.

Wen Xiaoai took a look in the mirror and looked back with satisfaction and praised Jun Mo Yan: "Jun Mo Yan is awesome."

Jun Moyan walked over, took the little guy from Wen Xiaoai's arms, put it on the ground, and patted the little guy on the head.

"You go down for breakfast first. Father and mother have something to say. Come down later."

"Say what?" Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan strangely, trying to say something that An An could not listen to.

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan, and also wanted to know what father and mother were saying that he couldn't listen to.

Jun Moyan didn't answer Wen Xiaoai, but patted the little guy's head again: "Go."

The little guy couldn't help but was ready to leave after looking at Wen Xiaoai, but was stopped by Wen Xiaoai.

"Mom kiss and go down again." Wen Xiaoai bent down, held the little guy's face, and kissed his forehead.

Jun Moyan didn't stop him, but looked at the secretly happy little guy with faint eyes.

The little guy noticed Jun Moyan whose eyes were wrong, and didn't know what was wrong with him, so he went downstairs with satisfaction.

Wen Xiaoai watched the little guy out of the room, then looked at Jun Moyan, took him a hand, smiled and asked him: "What are you going to say?"

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai and held her shoulders with both hands to make her stand upright. Seeing his posture, Wen Xiaoai thought there was something serious.

Jun Moyan took her two small hands, and said to her with a serious face: "Remember that I taught you that you are a girl. You can't hug anyone other than me, let alone kiss others, especially men. ."

Wen Xiaoai nodded: "Remember, you also said that you can't tell others like and love, you can only tell you."

"Well, so starting from today, you can't kiss, you can hug, but you can't kiss."

Wen Xiaoai's small face changed transiently, and her two small brows also twisted. She was unhappy at the time. She said: "An An is no one else, An An is my baby."

"But An An is also a boy, and you are a girl."

"An An is still so young and not very big, so other mothers can kiss her baby, why can't I?"