Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Mom is okay. My mother is just ill. She hasn't recovered yet and her spirit is relatively weak, so she is more slumbering. It will be fine if she recovers after a while." Jun Moyan comforted.

The little guy nodded, not so scared.

Don't worry about Wen Xiaoai. At noon, Feng Lidan came back. Seeing the two father and son Wen Xiaoai who were asleep, they looked sad.

Feng Lidan asked the little guy if he had lunch, but the little guy didn’t answer him. After looking at him, he squashed his mouth and looked back at Wen Xiaoai, his eyes were red, and he was holding back tears for the next second. I'm about to cry.

Seeing the worry of the two fathers and sons, it is estimated that they would not even be able to eat lunch, Feng Litan sighed slightly, and then grabbed Wen Xiaoai's hand.

It looked like she was giving Wen Xiaoai pulse, but she quietly lost some spiritual power to Wen Xiaoai.

In the past few days after Wen Xiaoai woke up, he would lose some spiritual power to Wen Xiaoai every day to help her recover, but her soul was still too weak to bear too much spiritual power.

"Look at your mother well." Jun Moyan said to the little guy, and then called Feng Lidan to walk away.

As soon as Jun Moyan left, Wen Xiaoai woke up with a yawn.

As soon as Wen Xiaoai wakes up, the little guy has been holding back for two hours and he feels a little bit up. Tears flooded his eyes, and he couldn't help but move closer to Wen Xiaoai.

"An An?" Seeing that the little guy was about to cry, Wen Xiaoai, who was confused, immediately woke up, quickly sat up, and reached out to hold the little guy's face.

"An An, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Wen Xiaoai was scared by the little guy.

"Is someone bullying you? Who is bullying you? Tell your mother that she will beat him to death." Wen Xiaoai said fiercely that she wanted to beat someone.

The little guy raised his little hand and wiped the tears that were about to fall out of his eyes. He cried and said to Wen Xiaoai: "Mom has dinner."

Obviously, I was worried that it would be uncomfortable in my heart, but he was sensibly concerned about whether Wen Xiaoai was hungry or not.

"An An is hungry?" Wen Xiaoai thought the little guy was hungry when he heard the little guy say to eat.

"Don't cry or cry, mother will take you to find food." Wen Xiaoai kissed the little guy's face in distress.

"Where is Jun Moyan? Where did he go?" Wen Xiaoai wanted to say why An An was hungry and Jun Moyan didn't know how to feed him.

Fearing that the little guy would be hungry, Wen Xiaoai didn't care about looking for Jun Moyan, but took the little guy to eat first.

With a limp body, she picked up the little guy with some effort, and went to the dining room to find Xiaocha.

She thought she was just squinting, but she didn't expect the meal was over and Xiaocha was warming up the dishes.

"These dishes are cold, I will reheat them, and they will be able to eat them immediately." Xiaocha told Wen Xiaoai.

The food was cold, Wen Xiaoai didn't dare to give it to the little guy, coaxing the little guy to wait a while.

"Is it because her mother fell asleep that An An didn't eat her lunch on time?" Wen Xiaoai said reproachfully.

The little guy said sensibly: "An An is not hungry."

Feeling that Wen Xiaoai was struggling to hold him, the little guy got off Wen Xiaoai sensibly.

Although he also wanted his mother to hug him, he didn't even want his mother to be tired.

Wen Xiaoai was afraid that the little guy would be hungry, so she turned the refrigerator and found that there were many small cakes in the refrigerator that she liked to eat.

"Cake~"

Wen Xiaoai quickly took one, found a small fork, squatted down, and fed it to the little guy.

The little guy shook his head and said, "Mom eat."

He is afraid that his mother is hungry, and he knows that his mother likes to eat cakes, everyone has told him.

"Mom is not hungry, eat An An."