Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

It's rare that the little guy has something he likes. Like other kids this time, he will like toys. How could Jun Moyan say that he wants him to buy more and come back to play.

"Ah? Dad knows?" The little guy unconsciously twisted his two small brows, a little unhappy.

"Yeah, what's wrong, can't I tell my father about this? Does Anan think that when Uncle Tsing Yi’s money is used, Dad will say An An? No, Uncle Tsing Yi’s money is given by Dad, and father’s is An An’s. Then An An uses his own money. If An An is too young, and he is afraid that An An can't keep it well, and can't use it, his father would have taken the money and let An An take care of it." Tsing Yi coaxed.

The little guy stopped talking. He actually wanted to say that he bought these toys for his mother, and he didn't want his father to know, because he was afraid that he would be sad if he did them by himself.

Because my mother never came back, although my father would share his mother's affairs with him, he knew that his father was still unhappy because he still hadn't seen his father laugh.

"Okay, let's go in."

Tsing Yi took the little guy in, and the little guy was holding the little doll, his expression worried.

"Be careful of the steps and go up slowly." Tsing Yi reminded.

The little guy bowed his head and walked the steps earnestly, and then followed Tsing Yi with the little doll into the villa gate.

He was thinking for a while whether to tell his father that these toys were not bought for himself, but for his mother. When he looked up, the scene in front of the sofa stopped the little guy's footsteps abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on those two. Human body...

Tsing Yi kept her head down, focusing on the little guy. Suddenly, the little guy stopped and stared at the front motionlessly. Tsing Yi was puzzled.

He looked at the little guy strangely, then raised his head and looked in the direction the little guy was looking at.

Wen Xiaoai's face was blocked by Jun Moyan's hand, but even if he couldn't see his face, Tsing Yi recognized it. Even if Tsing Yi didn't recognize it, he knew that there could be no one else except Wen Xiaoai.

"Miss Wen..." Tsing Yi murmured, then slowly stood up, staring at Wen Xiaoai without blinking.

Wen Xiaoai looked at it subconsciously when he heard the movement.

In the sight blurred by tears, a small figure appeared, tears fell out of his eyes, and his vision became clear. The moment he saw the little guy, Wen Xiaoai was stunned.

She slowly raised her head, staring at the little guy with a pair of crying red eyes, motionless.

Jun Moyan saw the shadow of the little guy from her deep blue eyes, and then turned to look at it, and then back to Wen Xiaoai after a while.

Wen Xiaoai still stared at the little guy, forgot to breathe, and the little guy stared at her.

For a while, Wen Xiaoai looked back at Jun Moyan in a daze, and asked: "...Yes, is it my An'an?"

Tears followed the words, and before Jun Moyan could answer, she immediately looked back at the little guy.

There is no need to answer, it must be, it must be her An'an.

Even if she hadn't seen it, she hadn't seen it at a glance, Wen Xiaoai knew that it was the baby who was pregnant in her stomach for nine months.

"Yes, it's An An." Jun Mo Yan Ying her.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the little guy, slowly let go of the hands holding Jun Moyan's face, and then slowly sat up, keeping his eyes on the little guy at the door from beginning to end.