Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The hall was quiet for a while, and the mother and son looked at each other like this, no one made a sound, and they forgot to make a sound or move.

Tsing Yi returned to his senses in a daze. He looked at Wen Xiaoai, then looked down at the standing little guy, then raised his hand and gently pushed the little guy's back, but he was so excited that he couldn't speak for a while. .

He looked at Wen Xiaoai again, then bowed his head and said to the little guy: "...Little master, it's mother."

The little guy was gently pushed by Tsing Yi, followed by a step forward, but stopped again, and did not continue to take the second step.

He still looked at Wen Xiaoai, without turning his eyes, without blinking, as if he hadn't heard what Tsing Yi had just said, nor did he feel Tsing Yi's push of himself just now. He just looked at Wen Xiaoai motionless.

Seeing that the little guy hadn't moved, Tsing Yi saw that Wen Xiaoai's tears were streaming fiercely, so he quickly continued pushing the little guy forward.

The little guy moved his two calves mechanically under the push of Tsing Yi, step by step.

He didn't even blink his eyes, just staring at Wen Xiaoai all the time. He didn't even react to walking and walking towards Wen Xiaoai. The whole person seemed to be stupid because of his body and brain.

Until he was pushed by Tsing Yi and walked in front of Wen Xiaoai, the little guy still didn't have any reaction. He stared at Wen Xiaoai as if his soul had been taken away.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the little guy standing in front of him, slowly got off the sofa and squatted in front of the little guy.

She looked at the little guy and kept crying.

She slowly raised one hand, touched the little guy's face tremblingly, and then raised the other one.

She was cautious, and her movements seemed a little bewildered, as if Jun Moyan faced a small milk cat that was not as big as his slap, and couldn't start.

She gently touched the little guy's little face and saw what the little guy looked like, and then smiled happily and said to Jun Moyan:

"It's my An'an."

Just finished talking with a smile, but couldn't help crying the next second.

She looked at the little guy's appearance carefully, her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and hands followed, crying and laughing: "It's my An'an, my baby An'an."

She couldn't help but touch the little guy's little arm, touch the little guy's little hand, touch his body, touch his belly, touch his calf, touch his little feet.

"Why An An grew up so big, he, he was obviously very young when he was in my stomach." Wen Xiaoai asked Jun Mo Yan with a smile with tears.

I don't know if I am happy that the little guy has grown up so much, or I am sad that I missed his growth for more than three years.

She kept looking at the little guy up and down, touching the words with her hands.

"An An, I'm a mother." She couldn't cry, holding the little guy's face, couldn't help kissing the little guy's forehead, and then kissing the little guy's face.

The little guy just looked at her and didn't react at all from start to finish, which made Wen Xiaoai even more sad.

"An'an, don't you know your mother?" She cried and asked the little guy, feeling sad.

The little guy finally had a reaction, he didn't say a word, looked at Jun Moyan, his gaze stayed on Jun Moyan's crying red eyes for a few seconds.

This was the first time he saw his father cry.

He looked up at Tsing Yi again, as if he didn't know what to do.

Tsing Yi nodded to him, and then the little guy looked back at Wen Xiaoai, the little hand holding the little doll was clenched into a little fist, and clenched tightly.