Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

She looked at Jun Moyan, her eyes drifted away from his face, her nose sour, and tears followed.

"Jun Mo Yan..." She stretched out her arms towards Jun Mo Yan, crying, and hugged him as before.

Jun Moyan leaned toward her, and then reached out and hugged her.

Wen Xiaoai hugged him back and choked, "...I thought I could not come back."

Hearing what she said, Jun Moyan's eyes were hot, and he was also afraid, he tightened his arms and hugged her tightly.

Soothed: "It's okay, I've returned, and I won't be separated anymore."

"do you have……"

Before Wen Xiaoai finished asking, he heard Jun Moyan's eager response: "Yes, I think about you every day, and think about you coming back every day."

Wen Xiaoai laughed immediately, sniffed, was funny and wanted to cry, and said: "I haven't asked yet, how do you know what I want to ask?"

Jun Moyan hugged her and said, "I just want to tell you about it."

She used to say that he was not good at speech, and he never talked about love and love. Now he wants to tell her.

In the bathroom of the room upstairs, the little guy is sitting in his bathtub, but he keeps looking at the bathroom door.

"Don't worry, mother won't run." Qing Yi said with a smile.

The little guy seemed to be unable to hear what Tsing Yi said. After staring at the door for a while, he suddenly said to Tsing Yi with a surprised look: "Really mother, real mother."

The little guy is like a person hit by a big prize, unable to recover from the surprise for a long time.

"Yes, it's mother, real mother, that's right." Tsing Yi smiled and washed the little guy's face, and then asked, "Is my mother very beautiful?"

The little guy nodded vigorously, and it should be loud: "Yeah."

"Pretty. Mom is the most beautiful. The eyes, nose, and mouth are all the same as in the photo."

Every time the little guy says a part, his little hand points to the corresponding part of his face.

"An Anxi doesn't like such a mother?"

The little guy nodded surely.

"Is your mother's personality the same as you think?"

The little guy thought for a while, then nodded again.

"I like it so much, so I don't seem to worry about it." Tsing Yi smiled and looked at the excited little guy, suddenly remembering the toy he bought, and asked: "Is that toy for my mother?"

"Yeah." The little guy nodded.

"I used to buy those for my mother? Including those for food and lollipops, all of them?"

"Ok."

"Really sensible."

Tsing Yi touched the little guy's head and said, "Go down then, remember to call mother, you know?"

Seeing the little guy just smiled with a small mouth, Tsing Yi was amused by his appearance, and raised his hand to scratch the little guy's chin.

"Don't laugh all the time, what do you mean to laugh? You didn't see your mom just now and thought you didn't like her? Mom likes An'an so much. If you don't call her mom, mom should be sad."

"Ann likes her mother." The little guy said.

"You tell me it's useless, you have to tell mom."

The little guy thought for a while, then nodded again.

"Uncle Tsing Yi, why take a shower before eating?" Halfway through the washing, the little guy remembered that he usually took a shower after eating, so why did he wash first today.

"Because Dad misses Mom too, and he also has something to tell Mom, and now that I wash it, I won't need to wash it for a while, so An An can accompany my mother."