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"An'an, let's make up, okay?"

Jun Mohan's hoarse voice came from next to her ear, and An Xiaoxiao's heart seemed to be choked by a hammer, making her very uncomfortable.

He didn't hear her answer, Jun Mohan looked at her, his dark eyes were tinged with red, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

"Can't you? Ann?"

Mo, don't do this, don't do this, I will feel distressed and even soft-hearted.

An Xiaoxiao lowered her head, saying that everything she said was wrong, she simply didn't say anything, seeing her like this, Jun Mohan was lost, her heart sank, sank, as if she had fallen into a sea of ​​ice.

Jun Mohan lowered his hands holding her shoulders, took a deep look at An Xiaoxiao, and stopped when he reached the door.

"An'an, you are mine, you can only be mine, don't be with him, I'm afraid I'll go crazy with jealousy and do something to hurt you."

When An Xiaoxiao heard Jun Mohan's words, she looked at his back with tears in her eyes, and murmured: "In my heart, I only have you in my eyes, so there is no room for others."

An Xichen poked his head in from the door, saw Mummy crying, and walked in immediately.

"Mommy, did he bully you?"

"Xiaochen, are you back? Are you hungry?"

An Xiaoxiao wiped her tears, looked at An Xichen with a smile, and asked in a low voice.

"Hungry, almost starving."

He touched his stomach, with a trace of grievance in his eyes, An Xiaoxiao smiled when he heard what he said.

"Hey, let's go down, what do you want to eat, Mommy will make it for you."

"it is good."

After the two came down, An Xiaoxiao walked into the kitchen and skillfully chopped the vegetables.

"Aunt Wu, Young Master Jun still hasn't eaten."

"It's not good if this continues. Young Master Jun has been busy all day today, and he didn't even eat a bite of food."

The voices of Aunt Wu and the servant came from behind, and An Xiaoxiao paused in chopping vegetables. Aunt Wu saw all her movements, and then pulled the servant out of the kitchen.

An Xiaoxiao leaned against the wall, looking at the rice porridge boiling in the pot, her eyes were deep, with a hint of nostalgia.

"It smells so good!"

An Xichen walked in, stared at the pot on the stove with eager eyes, took An Xiaoxiao's hand, and said coquettishly, "Mummy, what can I eat?"

"Soon." An Xiaoxiao looked at the time on her wrist.

An Xichen blinked his eyes, thought of Jun Mohan in the living room, and asked tentatively, "Mummy, he doesn't seem to have eaten yet?"

"Didn't you eat it too?"

How could An Xiaoxiao not understand what her son meant by these words, but she avoided the topic very well.

An Xichen smiled, "Mommy, it seems that you still treat Papa Qiao the best. If he hasn't eaten, you will definitely cook for him."

"Xiao Chenchen, it seems that you are still not hungry."

An Xiaoxiao pinched her son's nose, and said teasingly, when his words just finished, An Xichen immediately became anxious.

"Mum, who said that I'm not hungry, my stomach is almost flattened by hunger. The doctor said that children should not be hungry when they are growing up."

"It turns out that Xiaochen from my family is still a foodie."

"Mum, I'm not a foodie, I'm a handsome guy, little handsome guy."

An Xichen curled her lips, said in a sullen tone, and turned her gaze back to An Xiaoxiao, "Mum, what did you cook? It smells so good?"

"The meat porridge you like to eat."

An Xiaoxiao glanced at her son tenderly, then walked to the pot, and turned off the fire directly.

Carefully filled a bowl, then brought it to the table, "Xiao Chen, eat quickly."

An Xichen sat down, and began to eat unceremoniously. Seeing his son eating, An Xiaoxiao's mind was full of Young Master Jun's figure.

Jun Mohan was sitting in the living room by himself, looking at the kitchen without blinking.

An An and his son have been in for a long time, why haven't they come out yet, I don't know what they are doing in the kitchen?
Jun Mohan thought he couldn't sit any longer, so he stood up and walked towards the kitchen, smelling the aroma of rice from a distance, and the sound of hunger came from his stomach.

It seems that you are really hungry.

Why did he take a look at his lower abdomen, and then walked into the kitchen with slender legs.

"An'an, what kind of fragrance is this?"

"Mummy cooked it for me. If you want to eat it, you can ask the servant to cook it for you. You are not allowed to steal my food."

As soon as Jun Mohan finished speaking, An Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, An Xichen directly protected her bowl, and looked at him defensively.

Seeing An Xichen's actions, Jun Mohan's eyes flashed, "I never eat other people's leftovers, except..."

When he was halfway through his words, he looked at An Xiaoxiao who was at the side, feeling his gaze, and she looked very uncomfortable.

Thinking of the scene where the two of them shared a bowl in the past, a bitter feeling came to her heart.

Seeing that An Xiaoxiao didn't look back, Jun Mohan frowned, looked at the pot on the stove, and walked over.

There is still a lot of meat porridge inside. Seeing this, Jun Mohan smiled. According to what An Xichen said just now, An An cooked these things for him, but the portion is obviously much more. Could it be that he cooked them for him? of.

Thinking of this, Jun Mohan raised a nice smile on his lips, filled a bowl of rice, and sat directly opposite An Xiaoxiao.

"An'an, your craftsmanship is very good, the porridge is very fragrant, don't believe me, try it?"

When An Xiaoxiao heard Jun Mohan say this, before she could react, a spoon appeared in front of her eyes.

The white spoon was filled with the meat porridge she had just cooked, as well as some red diced meat. An Xiaoxiao's nose lingered with a fragrant smell.

Jun Mohan looked at her, his voice was very gentle, "Open your mouth."

An Xiaoxiao frowned, and looked at Jun Mohan, "Young Master Jun, you should eat by yourself, I'm not hungry."

"An'an, you have worked so hard to cook porridge for me, how can you not be hungry, open your mouth, I don't mind eating your saliva."

"You don't mind, I do."

An Xiaoxiao's expression was a little flustered, and the tips of her ears were slightly red.

Seeing him like this, Jun Mo was suddenly in a good mood, as if the unhappiness just now had disappeared.

He ate it bite by bite, seeing his smile, An Xichen was not happy.

"Master Jun, these things are mine."

"Little ghost, whoever said it belonged to you clearly belonged to me."

Jun Mohan suddenly said such words to An Xichen, with a hint of joy in his tone.

An Xichen pouted, "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine."

"Little devil, your mommy gave you this sentence, right?" Jun Mohan said with a smile.

"How do you know?" An Xichen asked subconsciously.

"I must know, because I gave this sentence to your mommy, unexpectedly she will remember it all the time."

After Jun Mohan finished speaking, he looked deeply at An Xiaoxiao.