Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan stood up and hugged the little guy in his arms, holding the little guy’s **** in one hand, and embracing the little guy’s back in the other, letting the little guy lie on his shoulders, and then looked at Ace unhurriedly. There is no emotion in his eyes.

This look seemed to solve Ace's doubts, and it seemed that there was no.

Seeing Ace smiled, he didn't know if the answer was coming, he didn't ask anymore.

After a while, he then asked another question: "That person won't come back, right?"

That person was referring to the crow master who didn't know where he came from, who was inhuman or ghost, and Nie Jiuque, who didn't see his face all the time, but only saw a mask.

"Don't worry." Jun Mo Yan replied lightly.

Ace didn't ask any more questions.

Ace teased the little guy for a while, and it didn't take long before he saw a dozen bodyguards in black walking in with boxes of things.

Among these bodyguards, there are people from Ace and also from Jun Moyan.

Those people moved boxes of things into the hall, put them on the ground, and opened them one by one.

What was inside, a box of boxes, were all gold and silver jewelry, pieces of antiques from different dynasties, and some weird and unexportable rare objects.

In the end, two large boxes of dollars were even opened.

"For your son..." Ace looked at the white and tender little guy on Jun Moyan's shoulders, then reached out his hand and gently touched the little guy's soft little face, and continued with a smile: "Meeting ceremony."

Jun Mo Yan glanced lightly, but didn't answer.

Ace thought that Jun Moyan was unclean, so he said: "Don't worry, although I grabbed things, they are all clean. If you don't grab those things that shouldn't be grabbed, there will be no retribution."

"Really, because I'm all pirates."

He paused, as if he had no confidence in his conscience, so he added: "Even if there is any retribution, it will not be retribution to your son."

Who knows Jun Mo Yan came: "Cheesy."

Dislike is dislike, but not unclean.

"No way, who made me Ace a layman."

Ace shrugged, not paying attention to what Jun Moyan said, but rather agreed.

The little guy "eated" his little hand and began to groan.

"An An, what's the matter?"

Jun Moyan quickly put the little guy down.

The little guy was "eating" with his little hands in Jun Moyan's arms, while kicking his two little feet, and successfully kicked off a sock from his foot.

Ace's hands were quick and quick, and he reached out and caught the little guy's socks.

"What is he doing?" Ace asked with a smile.

"I'm hungry." Jun Moyan, who had slowly brought out his experience, calculated the time and knew that the little guy was hungry.

Sure enough, the little tea that also remembers what time and time the little guy should do, took it for a while, and the milk powder with the right temperature came out of the dining room.

"Three young masters, it's time for the young master to drink milk."

Jun Moyan reached out and took the bottle, tested the temperature personally, and then started feeding the little guy.

The little guy immediately went quiet, and began to gulp and drink. The two little hands knew that they were helping Jun Moyan to hold the bottle together.

"You dad should do it well, it only took a few days to bring out experience." Ace's smile didn't know whether he was teasing Jun Mo Yan or complimenting Jun Mo Yan.

He pulled away the socks that had been rubbed by the little guy with his feet and looked at it. After finding the correct position, he pulled the socks and put the socks on the little guy, and put them in order for him. Kind of look.