Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"An'an?" Jun Moyan called him again excitedly, and stared at the little guy's eyes.

The more I look, the more red my eyes are.

These eyes are really like a little boy, as clean, as special, as clever and aura.

"Hmm..." The little guy responded excitedly with his small fist waving.

"An An." Jun Moyan smiled, his eyes wet.

He lowered his head and kissed the little guy's forehead, and the little guy's fist hit his cheek without pain or itching.

Jun Moyan gently squeezed a small fist he was moving, bowed his head and kissed again.

"An An, I'm Dad." He told him crying and laughing.

The little guy loves to laugh like his mother, always smiling and looking at Jun Moyan, babbling in his little mouth, and seems to want to learn from Jun Moyan.

The little guy stretched out his hand to grab Jun Moyan's face, patted his face with the little hand, clinging casually.

"It's Dad, I'm Dad."

"Mmm..." The little guy was very lively and kept responding to him.

Jun Moyan was overwhelmed with joy, and didn't know where to put his hands or feet.

Jun Moyan, a new father and little-spoken man, didn't even know what to say, but looked at him with blushing eyes, with joy and sadness on his face.

"Woo...wow..." Somehow, the little guy who was originally happy suddenly burst into tears.

All of a sudden, he blushed with tears, and tears fell out of his eyes.

"An An?" Jun Moyan panicked all of a sudden.

"What's the matter? An'an? Is there something wrong with it?" Jun Moyan carefully hugged the little guy.

"Woo...Wow..." The little guy who couldn't speak yet just cried.

"An An, stop crying, stop crying, it's dad, it's dad, there's a dad, don't be afraid." Jun Mo Yan panicked, and while coaxing, he stood up holding the little guy.

Jun Moyan, who had suffered too many injuries, first reaction was that the little guy was unwell, and he wanted to find Mu Han to show him.

Regardless of the milk powder and milk powder on the bedside table, Jun Moyan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He looked at the crying little guy in his arms, wondering if the little guy might be hungry.

Just thinking about this, he stretched out his hand and took the bottle on the bedside table and sat down on the bed again.

"An An doesn't cry, don't cry."

Jun Moyan coaxed and prepared to give the little guy a try. He didn't forget to bring the bottle to his mouth first and test the temperature.

A bit hot.

"An'an doesn't cry, you can drink it in a while, wait a while for Dad." Putting the little guy back on the bed, Jun Moyan hurriedly opened the bottle, blowing cold while coaxing the little guy.

Seeing that the little guy couldn't cry, Jun Moyan was too anxious, trying to get the temperature in a hurry.

Still feeling hot, Jun Moyan simply closed the bottle tightly, then took the bottle into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed the bottle with cold water to cool down.

"An An, don't cry, dad is coming right away." Jun Moyan looked at the little guy crying on the bed, so anxious that he couldn't stand up.

As soon as the temperature dropped, I hurried out of the bathroom with the baby bottle, wiping the water droplets on the bottle indiscriminately while trying the temperature.

"Come here, dad is here, An An doesn't cry anymore." Jun Moyan came to the bed, picked up the little guy, and put the bottle into his crying little mouth.

The little guy who drank the milk immediately stopped crying, grunted aggrievedly, and then sipped his mouth to drink. The little hand still knew he was holding the bottle.

Seeing that he was really hungry and not feeling well, Jun Moyan breathed a sigh of relief.