Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Do you like it? If you like it, Dad Shangguan will give you one to play." The car was too high, and Shangguan Yuxian picked up the little guy, let him sit firmly, and then got in the car by himself.

After sitting up, Shangguan Yu picked up the little guy again, and then said to the soldier who was driving: "This is my son."

"Is it a godson?" The soldier said with a bold smile.

"Go." Shangguan Yu went out in a huff, then went to tear the little guy's clothes apart: "Let me see if your injury is good?"

On the white and tender shoulders, the teeth marks he had bitten had disappeared, and Shangguan Yu pulled up his trouser legs and looked at it.

There are still bruises on the legs, but they are already shallow, and the scratches on the neck are also much shallower.

Jun Moyan returned to the car and took things, parked his car outside, and got on the armored car together.

The little guy saw countless tall men in training suits on the training ground doing physical training. This formation coupled with the loud training sound made the little guy look intently.

The Shangguan imperial commander hugged the little guy to the car window so that he could see more closely, and also slowed down the driving soldiers.

The little guy looked very seriously, and didn't say a word.

Shangguan Yu smiled and turned his head and patted Jun Moyan, then pointed at the little guy who was looking seriously, and let Jun Moyan take a look.

The car drove outside Shangguanyu's office.

"Okay, let's watch it later." Shangguan Yu held the little guy and prepared to come down, and found that the little backpack on his body had packed a lot of things.

"What is it? There is still a little weight, come, and give it to Shangguan's father."

Fearing that he was tired, Shangguan Yu took off his backpack.

"Soup," the little guy said.

"What? Soup?" Shangguan Yu was puzzled, Soup?

"I brought it to Shangguan's father. I drank it for a long time." The little guy said seriously with a milky expression.

"Really? The soup you brought me?" Shangguan Yu got out of the car after hearing it, and quickly opened his backpack to take a look.

Sure enough, there is a heat preservation pot inside. With such a small backpack, his heat preservation pot occupies two-thirds. The little guy's snacks are squashed.

"Oh, he is really a good son of mine. He brought it back to me from such a great distance. He is more sensible than your father. I will definitely not waste any scum for a while, and drink cleanly without leaving a drop."

Shangguanyu was so happy that he packed the soup back, then took the backpack, carried the little guy and got out of the car.

Entering the office, Shangguan Yu put down the small backpack, and then looked around with the little guy.

"Is this the place where Shangguan's father works?" the little guy asked curiously.

"Yes, how is it?"

"It's different from Dad's."

"Of course it's different. Your father made guns, your Shangguan father mine used guns."

The little guy couldn't understand, so he glanced at the door twice.

"There are so many...uncles outside." The little guy wanted to ask what the people he saw when he first came here.

"They all work here just like Shangguan's father. They belong to Shangguan's father... Colleague, can I take you to see you later?"

"it is good."

Taking the little guy around, Shangguan Yu took the little guy and sat down on the sofa, then took out the thermos pot and opened it.

"The soup brought by my precious son is really fragrant." Shangguan Yu heard it, and was very happy.

The little guy sat on his lap, pursing his smiling mouth and looked at Shang Guan Yu shyly.

Shangguanyu found the spoon, drank it directly, and divided it among the little guys. You take a sip for the two.

"Why come here so free today?"

Shangguanyu was so pleasantly surprised that Jun Moyan, who had never thought about everything, would drive An An by himself.

He didn't believe that it was all right.