Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Feng Lidan squeezed the little soft face of the little guy, took a close look at the little guy, found the little guy's eyes, and immediately smiled: "The eyes are inherited from our family, okay, it's better than nothing. "

The little guy didn't know this unfamiliar uncle who was talking to himself. After looking at Feng Lidan for a few times, he looked back at Wen Xiaoai.

After hearing Feng Lidan's words, the little guy looked back at Feng Lidan and looked at his eyes. Seeing Feng Lidan's eyes are also special, and they are a bit like his, they are all gray.

It's just that Feng Lidan's pupils are all gray, and his pupils are only a circle of gray lines.

Seeing the little guy staring at him seriously, Feng Li smiled and asked him: "What are you looking at?"

Seeing that the little guy was not talking, Feng Lidan said: "I am your Uncle Feng."

He went on to say: "Come and listen."

The little guy pursed his small mouth, and said nothing.

Feng Litan immediately shook his head, glanced at Jun Moyan, and said, "This is what you inherited."

"Give me a hug." Wen Xiaoai stretched out his hand several times to hug the little guy, but Feng Li was hugging him. Seeing him finished speaking, Wen Xiaoai immediately reached out and asked him for someone.

"Sit first, stand up and hold you hard, this kid is still a little heavy." Feng Lidan asked her to sit down on the sofa first, and then prepared to give the little guy to her.

But after thinking about it, Feng Lidan put the little guy on the sofa and let him sit by himself.

"You are weak, so don't hold it." Feng Litan said.

Wen Xiaoai wanted to hug, but he was helpless. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold him. The little guy was not enthusiastic to her. Wen Xiaoai felt that she was strange to him, and she was afraid that she would scare him. Without a hug, let him sit by himself.

Although she didn't hold it in her arms, it still didn't prevent Wen Xiaoai from kissing and hugging the little guy. He couldn't control his feelings at all. Even Jun Moyan was left in the cold, and he couldn't treat the little guy.

"An An, why are you not talking? Are you not good at talking?" Wen Xiaoai asked, holding the little guy's face.

"Jun Mo Yan..." Seeing that he would only stare at himself, Wen Xiaoai looked anxiously at Jun Mo Yan.

"An An can speak." Jun Moyan told her.

"Do you not like your mother?" Wen Xiaoai asked the little guy aggrievedly, and tears began to flash in his crying red eyes.

"An An, call mother." Jun Moyan said to the little guy.

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan and moved his small mouth, as if he was about to speak, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes were still fixed on Wen Xiaoai.

Seeing him just didn't talk to herself, Wen Xiaoai felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry again, but saw that the little guy handed the little doll that he had been holding to him at this time.

The little guy looked down, slowly stretched out his hand to take it, and then asked the little guy: "Is it for mom?"

The little guy looked at her and nodded gently.

Wen Xiaoai burst into laughter suddenly: "Thank you An An, Mom loves it very much."

The corner of the little guy's mouth bends, followed by pursing his small mouth, his two small hands are clenched into small fists, his face is shy.

"How does An An know that mom likes toys?"

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's question, the little guy looked at Jun Moyan.

Wen Xiaoai knew that Jun Moyan had told him, and she immediately smiled at Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan wiped her tears: "Stop crying."

The little guy looked at the glass of water on the cases before him, and then looked at Wen Xiaoai.

He was hesitant to give it to his mother to drink.

He would be thirsty after crying before, and his mother must be too.

Jun Moyan found the little guy's thoughts and called him: "Bring it to my mother to drink."

As if encouraged, the little guy immediately got off the sofa and held the water to Wen Xiaoai with both hands.