Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Obviously it wasn't any ambiguous words, but Wen Xiaoai blushed.

She looked at Jun Moyan, did not speak, just smiled with her small mouth.

She remembered what Jun Moyan had just said, and asked him: "You just said you will wait until June next year to marry me. Why do you have to wait so long? Can't it be tomorrow?"

"It won’t work tomorrow. I have to make good preparations. It’s cold. It’s cold when you wear a wedding dress. When it gets warmer in June next year, it will be convenient for us to take wedding photos. Then we will take wedding photos first. The wedding will be held afterwards."

"Wedding photos? Are you taking photos in a wedding dress?"

"Well, it's just the two of us shooting together."

"Do you want to wear a wedding dress?"

"No." Jun Moyan smiled, and then began to tell her the wedding process, wedding dress, wedding ring, wedding photo, and honeymoon...

Wen Xiaoai began to look forward to it.

...

Jun Moyan didn't go to the company today. He was sitting at his desk now, dealing with business affairs.

Wen Xiaoai knelt and sat on his lap, nestled in his arms, covered with a small blanket, and fell asleep.

She sleeps in Jun Mo Yan's arms almost every day, whether in the company or at home, as long as she is sleepy, she must sleep in Jun Mo Yan's arms in order to be at ease.

She is recovering better and better. She spends more and more time awake every day. She is not as drowsy as before. She feels more energetic when she sleeps twice a day. Unlike before, she wants to sleep all the time, even if she wakes up. Not energetic enough.

The little guy opened the door of the study and came in looking for someone.

Wen Xiaoai basically sleeps until dinner time in the afternoon.

Every time before going to bed, Wen Xiaoai would tell Jun Moyan to wake herself up so that she could go to the kindergarten to pick up the little guy from school, but Jun Moyan would never wake her up.

When Wen Xiaoai woke up and saw that the little guy had returned, he would not be so angry that Jun Moyan didn't call her.

The little guy knew that his mother must be sleeping, so he opened the door and walked in gently.

He came in without talking, and Jun Moyan didn't want him to call himself. The little guy himself went to the sofa and brought his exclusive small bench, then walked around the desk and placed it next to Jun Moyan's office chair. Jun Moyan sat in his office chair and watched Wen Xiaoai sleep.

The two father and son didn't pay attention to each other, and they were in good agreement.

Wen Xiaoai woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the little guy holding his chair and looking at her.

"An An is back." Wen Xiaoai yawned and reached out to touch the little guy's face: "Mom didn't pick you up again."

She apologized to the little guy with some self-blame.

The little guy pursed his mouth and smiled, looking at Wen Xiaoai, and then at Jun Moyan, his eyes and expression were obviously something.

Wen Xiaoai understood in a second, and quickly got up from Jun Moyan.

"Jun Moyan, I'm going to play with An An." She said, getting off Jun Moyan and putting on shoes.

Jun Moyan touched her little head and said, "It's almost time to eat, don't run out, just play at home."

"Well, I see." Wen Xiaoai responded, putting on his shoes and pulling the little guy out of the study.

"What's wrong, An'an?" As soon as she left the study, Wen Xiaoai asked the little guy with little excitement and expectation, knowing that the little guy must have something to share with her.

The little guy led her to his room. As soon as he entered, Wen Xiaoai saw milk tea and small cakes on the floor beside the bed.

"Milk tea." Wen Xiaoai's eyes lit up.

The little guy led Wen Xiaoai to the side of the bed and sat on the ground, and Wen Xiaoai sat down with him.