Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The little guy nodded, and then said: "Don't wash it, okay, wash it tomorrow." As he said, he was about to get up from the bathtub.

Tsing Yi hurriedly pressed him: "It's not ready yet, just wash it for a while, it will be fine soon, be good, don't worry."

The little guy said: "Worry!"

Tsing Yi heard the little guy’s substandard pronunciation, milky and serious ‘worry’, and couldn’t smile: "Okay, okay, it’s going to be right now, it’s going to be right."

The little guy urged him: "Uncle Tsing Yi hurry up."

Tsing Yi: "Good, good, faster, faster."

Tsing Yi wiped off the water stains on the little guy, then took a bath towel and carried it out of the bathroom, and went to the room to get dressed.

When going downstairs and passing through the corridor, the little guy walked next to the fence again, peeking at Wen Xiaoai underneath through the gap.

"Mom is still there." The little guy pursed his little mouth.

"Of course it is. Mommy will go home and won't run."

Wen Xiaoai was holding the doll given to her by the little guy, anxiously waiting for the little guy to come down.

Hearing the movement, she immediately looked back and saw the little guy being led downstairs by Tsing Yi.

"Ann."

She stood up immediately, walked around the sofa and came to meet him under the stairs.

Jun Moyan followed her.

The little guy's gaze was fixed on Wen Xiaoai's face, and the corners of his smiling mouth were gently squeezed. It is true that happiness and excitement are true, and so are restraints and embarrassment.

Tsing Yi led the little guy down, and Wen Xiaoai immediately bent over, held the little guy's face, and kissed the little guy's forehead. It was inseparable for a moment.

"Why are you going for so long?" Wen Xiaoai asked him.

The little guy looked at Wen Xiaoai with red eyes and thought of what Tsing Yi had just said to him. He hesitated, his little mouth moved and moved, finally plucked up courage, and replied jerkily: "... take a bath."

Finally heard the little guy speak, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but tears in her eyes. She touched the little guy's face, smiled and repeated the little guy's words: "Take a bath."

The little guy nodded.

"I really want to, my An'an baby is really fragrant." Wen Xiaoai sniffed the good smell of shampoo on the little guy's head.

"Mom hug." She hugged the little guy again.

Just before he hugged him for a while, Jun Moyan took the little guy from her hand and put it on the ground.

"An An goes to the dining room first, it's going to have dinner."

"Let's go, young master, let's go first." Tsing Yi pulled the little guy, but the little guy didn't move, but looked at Jun Moyan and Wen Xiaoai.

"Dad takes mom to wash her face, and he will come right away." Jun Moyan said.

Then the little guy was willing to be pulled away by Tsing Yi.

"An An..." Wen Xiaoai didn't want to be separated from the little guy for a moment.

"It's okay, don't leave." Jun Moyan pulled her away and wiped her tears: "Okay, stop crying, eat first, and hug after dinner."

"An An just spoke, his voice is different from yours." Wen Xiaoai said to Jun Mo Yan happily.

"An An is a child, I am an adult, of course it is different." Jun Moyan said with a smile.

"Then Jun Moyan did you talk like this when you were young?"

"It should be about the same."

"Did you like this in Chang'an when you were a kid? Is it so cute?" Wen Xiaoai thought about it, couldn't help but smile.

"It seems to be almost like this." Jun Mo Yan smiled.

After washing her face, Wen Xiaoai became more awake and calmed down a lot, and she didn't want to cry so much.

"After washing your face, don't cry." Jun Moyan said.

Wen Xiaoai nodded: "Stop crying."

Her emotions always come fast and go fast. She was sad a second, but now she is happy again.

"Our An'an looks really good-looking, better-looking than the little cat demon in the clan." She said proudly and fondly.