Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He also bought a mobile phone to save her photos. There were tens of thousands of photos, and all the memory was used to store her photos.

Some time ago, he took it and washed some out, put it in a photo frame, and packed several boxes, all of which were locked.

"An An, this is my mother."

"Mom is beautiful, isn't it? Mom is the most beautiful and cutest girl in the Six Realms and Bahuang. An An looks like her mother, so An An is as beautiful and cute as her mother."

The little guy "eating" his little hand with relish, while looking at the photo in Jun Moyan's hand, his little mouth made a few "questions" from time to time.

"So, did An An see her mother before returning to her father?" Jun Moyan asked, lowered his eyes, and lost consciousness for a moment.

The little guy stretched out his little hand and caught the picture frame.

Jun Moyan immediately returned to his senses and wanted to withdraw the photo from his hand, but the little guy held it tightly, but Jun Moyan didn't dare to exert any effort for fear of hurting him.

"An'an, let go, obedient, this is not a toy."

The little guy is not weak, and he refuses to let it go when he is holding it, making Jun Moyan a little anxious.

"An'an, let go, you are still young, and you can't hold it securely. You hit yourself in a while."

"An'an, see what it is." Jun Moyan picked up a little doll on the side to lure the little guy. The little guy's gaze followed the little doll, and then successfully let go and went to take the little doll.

Jun Mo Yan immediately sat up with the photo, frowned nervously and carefully wiped off the saliva on the glass frame. After making sure that there were no flowers, he was relieved.

He took the photo and got out of the bed. He was going to put the photo away. He was afraid that he would cry if he left the little guy’s sight, so Jun Moyan called him twice and let his eyes follow him before he went to put the photo. it is good.

The little guy lay on the bed, "eat" enough of his little hands, and started "eat" with one of his little feet, but his eyes were looking at Jun Moyan who put the photo there.

Children's flexibility is particularly good, and this point of effort is nothing to say.

When Jun Moyan returned to the bed, he saw the little guy holding his little feet and chewing, and asked with a smile, "Why do you eat your own feet?"

The little guy smiled happily, and generously put his drooling feet to Jun Moyan's mouth.

"Give it to Dad?" Jun Moyan smiled and rubbed his nose on the soles of his feet, and the little guy laughed immediately.

Jun Moyan "eat" his little feet into his mouth, then let go, pretending to be disgusted.

Seeing his disgusting expression, the little guy happily put his foot to his mouth.

After getting up late in the morning, the little guy didn't feel sleepy until about twelve o'clock.

After finally waiting for him to fall asleep, Jun Moyan had the opportunity to take the clothes and take a bath, otherwise he couldn't leave his sight for a moment.

The next morning, Jun Moyan was awakened by a few wild slaps from the vigorous little guy.

The pure laughter of the little guy purifies people's hearts even more than the cry of the bird outside the window. Jun Moyan opened his eyes and looked at the lively little guy beside him.

In the past few days, Jun Moyan did not go to the company, so he stayed at home to take care of the little guy.

After a few days, Jun Moyan has been successfully promoted from the novice dad, familiar with a lot of various businesses, although occasionally he is still in a mess.

Wuyuan, which had been quiet for a long time, finally became lively again because of the arrival of the little guy.

The breath of Wuyuan finally ceased to be so cold, heavy and depressed, and gradually regained its popularity.

The relaxed atmosphere brought long-lost smiles on everyone's faces, and they all loved this little guy who brought joy.