Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai picked up the card that fell on his leg and looked at it.

"How come there are my photos and my name on it."

"This is the ID card, yours." He put his arms around her, looked at the ID card in Wen Xiaoai's hand, and smiled.

"ID card?"

"Well, identification. We humans use this to prove our identity. With this, you are just like us."

"Is it really the same as you?" Wen Xiaoai raised his eyes and looked at him, obviously not believing it.

"Well, I said the same is the same."

Wen Xiaoai looked at him with bitterness and astringency in his heart, tears welled up in his eyes, and back to his stomach.

She looked down at the ID card in her hand again and stroked her finger on the ID card.

She is really happy looking at this.

Wen Xiaoai stared at her ID card carefully for a long time, and couldn't bear to put it away.

Jun Moyan also watched with her for a long time...

Wen Xiaoai sniffed, temporarily put the ID card aside, then took the notebook on his lap and opened it.

On the first page, there are three words she knows, or the only one she can write.

"What about this, what is this? There is also your name on it."

"Hukou."

As Jun Moyan spoke, he pulled out another book from his account book and opened it to Wen Xiaoai.

"this is yours."

Wen Xiaoai picked it up and looked at it, and she saw that her name was written in this book.

"What is it for? Is it also a proof of identity?"

"Yes, but this one has another use."

"what?"

"This can be taken to the Civil Affairs Bureau to obtain a marriage certificate."

"Marriage certificate?" Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan and blinked, indicating that he did not understand.

"In our human world, marriage requires not only a wedding, but also a marriage certificate from the Civil Affairs Bureau, so that they are the real couple in name." He took two household registration books from Wen Xiaoai and opened them together. , The eyes have longing and expectations.

"...A real couple?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at him and murmured.

His bright eyes and smile at the corner of his mouth stung her heart.

She pressed her lips tightly and clenched her fists unconsciously.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

His voice trembled uncontrollably, and Wen Xiaoai's heart throbbed.

"Ok?"

He responded, withdrawing his gaze from the two people's account books, and looked at her.

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai's face was not right, the smile at the corner of his mouth also slowly dissipated.

"what happened?"

Wen Xiaoai flattened her small mouth, did not speak, looked at him, and suddenly stretched out her arm around his neck, with her small face buried in his neck.

Jun Mo Yan smiled, then hugged her back.

Habitually sniffed her neck, the familiar smell of milk mixed with the smell of medicine he didn't like.

He knew that something must have happened.

But she didn't say, he didn't dare to ask.

I was afraid that she would tell the story, but he could not help.

This kind of powerlessness made him hate his uselessness.

Jun Moyan gradually tightened his arms, feeling like a boulder in his heart, almost out of breath.

He was scared. He had been scared the moment he picked up Wen Xiaoai's call and heard her cry.

Even if Wen Xiaoai is in his arms at this moment, the fear in his heart is still not lost.

Never had such a strong sense of anxiety.

"Little boy..."

He couldn't help calling her name, bowed his head and kissed her warmly on the neck.

When her neck became hot, Jun Moyan frowned and hugged her tighter.

"Why are you crying more and more? It's a crying bag."

He forced a relaxed joking tone to make Wen Xiaoai more and more unable to control her tears.