Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan, who had only been holding him for a few days, was really reluctant to let others hold him.

After holding him for a while, Jun Moyan held the little guy and stood up.

Shangguan Yu had been waiting a long time ago, and both hands made gestures like Jun Moyan holding the child.

"Be careful, move lightly, don't hurt him."

Jun Moyan said, bending over, carefully sending the little guy who was as soft as tofu in his arms to Shangguan Yu's arms little by little.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

Shangguan Yu's mouth responded, and subconsciously lowered his voice, even his breathing was lightened.

After successfully transferring the little guy to Shangguan Yu's arms, Jun Moyan looked at the little guy intently, reluctant to take back his free hands.

Shangguanyu smiled openly, gently holding the sweet and soft little guy in his arms, his heart softened.

"Xiao An'an?" Shangguan Yu gently called him with a smile.

The little guy stared at Shangguanyu unblinkingly, his serious appearance seemed to confirm something. After ten seconds, he confirmed that the person was wrong, and he opened his small mouth and cried with a "wow".

Shangguanyu, who was still happy the previous second, was frightened at the time. The little guy in his arms moved with his little hands and feet, so scared that Shangguanyu nervously asked Jun Moyan: "What's wrong with him, why is he crying?"

Jun Mo Yan, who didn't even take his hand back from beginning to end, immediately took the crying little guy back to his embrace.

"An An stops crying, stop crying, it's father."

Jun Moyan picked up the little guy and sat down on the sofa again.

Shangguanyu on the side was at a loss and could only coax: "An An can't cry anymore, I, I won't hold you."

The little guy didn’t know if he was back in his familiar arms, or because Shangguan Yu said he would not hold him anymore, he stopped crying within two seconds, and the little one was lying on Jun Moyan’s shoulder, flat The little mouth grumbled with injustice.

Seeing that the little guy stopped crying immediately, Shangguan Yu was stupid.

"I said he only wants me to hold him." Jun Moyan also stabbed a knife at this time, feeling somewhat proud.

Jun Moyan felt jealous when he sent the little guy to Shangguan Yu's arms and saw that the little guy who had always stuck to him didn't cry or make trouble.

But I didn't expect that the little guy immediately recognized that the person was wrong, and then burst into tears, Jun Moyan became happy again.

"Why, why? I used to not let me hold it, but An An didn't give me a hug. Why did all of them despise me? I will only be equipped with military dogs in my life?

"Little guy thinks you are real, I don't know if An An dislikes you." Jun Mo Yansheng was afraid that the knife would not be stabbed deep enough.

Shangguan Yu was hit hard.

The little guy hummed aggrievedly on Jun Moyan's shoulders, tears on his face.

Jun Moyan hugged him and patted him on the back carefully.

Shangguan Yu couldn't help but leaned in front of the little guy to look at it. After the little guy glanced at him, he spit out a cloud of whiteness in his mouth.

"Why are you vomiting?!"

Shangguanyu almost didn't jump up from the sofa, almost couldn't bear this grievance.

He looked so sorry for the food, so he vomited directly after looking at him.

Shangguanyu is about to doubt his eyes. Is it because he has a strange aesthetic, so he has always misunderstood his face?

Jun Moyan first felt a hot shoulder, and then heard Shangguan Yu saying that the little guy was vomiting, immediately put the little guy down, hugged him horizontally, and then skillfully wiped him clean with paper.