Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"An'an, let's go and go to the seat." The teacher took the little guy to his seat.

Seeing the little guy being led away, Wen Xiaoai subconsciously followed in his footsteps: "An An."

Jun Moyan held her: "It's okay."

The little guy went to his place, the teacher put his schoolbag and took out the books.

"You go to class well, and I will come to pick you up with my mother after school in the afternoon." Jun Moyan said to the little guy.

"Just put An'an here like this?" Wen Xiaoai asked Jun Moyan worriedly, wanting to go and have a look.

"Don't worry, it's okay, here are all children, and teachers take care of them." Jun Moyan said.

"An An, is that your mother?" The little girl with pigtails beside her couldn't wait to ask the little guy.

The little guy did not respond, his eyes looked at Wen Xiaoai.

Wen Xiaoai also looked at him.

"Okay, let's go, the teacher is going to teach them." Jun Moyan took Wen Xiaoai away.

"An An goodbye." Wen Xiaoai waved his hand farewell to the little guy.

The little guy looked at his mother, pursed his mouth, raised his little hand and waved, and said shyly, "Goodbye, mother."

He looked at Jun Moyan, and said to Jun Moyan: "Goodbye, Dad."

Jun Moyan took Wen Xiaoai out of the classroom, and the little guy's eyes followed the two of them until they disappeared.

"An An, is that beautiful sister your mother?" the children rushed to ask the little one.

"Yeah." The little guy nodded: "It's my mother."

"Your mother is so beautiful, and her eyes are so beautiful, like those of Princess Aisha."

"Why do your parents look so good?"

"Your mother is like a sister."

The little guy was surrounded by classmates and kept asking.

Jun Moyan pulled Wen Xiaoai at the back door of the classroom, and did not walk away. Looking at the little guy surrounded by the children, Wen Xiaoai felt a little sour.

After watching for ten minutes, Jun Moyan took the person away.

Walking out of the kindergarten and getting in the car going home, Wen Xiaoai looked at the kindergarten in front of the car window with an unhappy expression.

"So many children, will An An be afraid? Will they bully An An? What if An An wants to go to the bathroom? Will the teacher take him? What if he wants me? Will he not come back for dinner at noon? Does he study? Will he be tired? What does he eat for lunch?"

Wen Xiaoai said, her voice choked.

"Can I not go to school and wait until I get older?" She wiped her tears and asked Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan cupped her small face and coaxed: "Didn't we say it? Don't worry, An An has been in school for almost a year. I won't be afraid. A teacher will take care of him. There are so many more here. The kids accompany him to play, and we will pick him up in the afternoon."

"Well, does he have to go to school every day? Then he can't play with me, I can't see him every day." Wen Xiaoai still doesn't want to be separated from the little guy.

"No, go to school for five days, take two days off, and have a long vacation in two months, so I can accompany you every day."

After coaxing all the way, Wen Xiaoai was still depressed when he returned home, and finally stopped until he fell asleep.

After waking up, I kept asking Jun Mo Yan An'an whether it was after school and when to pick him up. After asking hundreds of times, Jun Mo Yan finally took her to pick up people.

The moment I received someone, I really didn’t see you in a day. It’s not enough to describe it after three autumns. Looking at Wen Xiaoai, who kept kissing the little guy, Jun Moyan felt like a sinner. Let them Mother and child are separated.