Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Finally, there was something to make the two of them less embarrassed and uncomfortable. Jun Moyan held the little guy in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the scenery. The little guy was also very cooperative. He looked carefully and saw the beautiful buildings and billboards. Will point it to Jun Moyan to see it together.

After nearly half an hour, the assistant came back with a pile of picture books and a bag of snacks.

Knowing that Jun Moyan was going to be busy, the little guy went to the sofa sensibly and took a look.

Seeing that the little guy liked those picture books and snacks, he was finally not afraid that he would be bored. Jun Moyan felt a lot more comfortable, so he was relieved to do things.

In fact, the little guy doesn't like to read picture books at all. He doesn't like to eat snacks very much. At the beginning, he reads it very seriously. After a long time, he is always lost and unable to concentrate.

He looked at Jun Moyan who was working at his desk, and the picture book in his hand had not been turned over for a long time.

Jun Moyan noticed, raised his eyes and looked at him, the little guy immediately lowered his head and pretended to read a picture book.

"An An." Jun Moyan called him.

The little guy raised his face to look at him.

"come."

Hearing Jun Moyan calling him, the little guy immediately put down his book, got off the sofa, and walked quickly to the side of Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan hugged him on his lap and let him sit in his arms.

"What are these? What is Dad doing?" The little guy was very curious when he saw what was on Jun Moyan's computer.

"Dad is... drawing." Jun Moyan dragged the mouse to show him all the draft pictures under the screen.

"It's a gun." The little guy widened his eyes and looked surprised.

"Are these all drawn by Dad?" He pointed to the screen.

"Well, it was all painted by Dad." Jun Moyan said, operating on the keyboard, and seeing the little guy was amazed.

Seeing that the little guy was obviously more interested in his paintings than in those picture books, Jun Moyan hugged him while doing things.

The little guy looked very seriously and he was reluctant to blink his eyes.

Jun Moyan did not expect that he would be interested in these.

After a while, the assistant knocked on the door and came in, saying that the meeting was ready, and asked Jun Moyan to go to the meeting.

Can't bear to leave the little guy here alone, Jun Moyan asked the little guy: "Is An An going to a meeting with Dad?"

"Can you?" the little guy asked.

"of course can."

"I can find someone to accompany the young master." The assistant thought that Jun Moyan was worried that the little guy was alone, so he offered to find someone to look after him.

"No." The little guy doesn't like strangers, he still knows that as a father.

The little guy simply wants to be with his father, and doesn't want to be alone in this big room.

"Go." Jun Moyan took the little guy to the meeting room.

In the conference room, all the staff were here at the moment. Everyone was making preparations, but they saw Jun Moyan coming in with a mini version of Jun Moyan.

Early this morning, the topic in the company was this cute and handsome young boss. Many people regretted that they didn’t see it with their own eyes. Unexpectedly, Jun Moyan hugged him. For a while, the atmosphere in the meeting room became a bit lively. The boss, Mo Yan, didn't look at him, but stared at the little guy.

Jun Moyan held the little guy and sat down in his seat, and directly let the little guy sit on his lap.

He turned on the computer in front of him, picked up a document, and said coldly: "Meeting."

Everyone immediately returned to seriousness.

The little guy sat on Jun Moyan’s lap and watched the adults say something he didn’t understand one by one. Maybe it’s usually too little fun and too boring. Even if he doesn’t understand, the little guy listens. Take it seriously, as if you are also a member of the meeting.