Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

This confession made Jun Moyan wonder if the little guy secretly touched Wen Xiaoai's things when he was not paying attention.

He used to be like this, always stealing photos of Wen Xiaoai when he was not paying attention, or sneaking into Wen Xiaoai’s cloakroom, or lying on Wen Xiaoai’s pillow to sleep, and playing with Wen. Xiao Ai's toys touched everything that Wen Xiaoai had used. After he found out, he consciously went to the penalty station, and after the penalty, he did the same.

Now that I am a little older, I know how to apologize for doing wrong.

"Sorry, An An shouldn't cry just now."

Jun Moyan's heart twitched fiercely. He looked at the little guy who was not as sensible as a three-year-old, and was speechless for a while.

Seeing that the little guy became a little nervous because of his momentary silence, Jun Moyan quickly eased his mind, and then said: "An An has done nothing wrong, so don't apologize to my father."

"But I just cried..." The little guy felt that he just cried and made a lot of noise, making Jun Moyan, Tsing Yi and Xiaocha worried, and felt that he shouldn't cry like that.

The little guy is so sensible that he rarely cries. Usually, even if Jun Mo Yan Xiong punishes him, no matter how sad or sad, he will endure it, wipe his tears, and cry secretly if he can't.

Never cry like I just did.

"It's normal for children to cry. It's nothing wrong. Other children cry, too. Children older than Bianan will cry too." Jun Moyan told him.

"But..." The little guy still felt guilty.

"It really doesn't matter. Not only An An can cry, but everyone will cry when they are sad."

"Did the father cry?" the little guy asked curiously.

Jun Moyan looked at him, then nodded: "Dad also cried when he was young."

The little guy seemed to want to ask something, but he didn't ask, and continued to eat obediently.

After pulling out all the flower seedlings, Tsing Yi specially ran to tell the little guy, lest the little guy feel worried.

Jun Moyan took the little guy to ran twice in person, so that he could see that the flowers were all pulled out, so as not to affect his sleep at night.

After seeing it, the little guy really felt relieved.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Jun Moyan began to fully arm the little guy, wearing a sun hat, long pants, and even knee pads.

The little guy got a small shovel and was very excited, holding it in his hand, his face flushed with joy.

After preparing, Jun Moyan took the shovel and water bottle, and then took the little guy to plant flowers.

The newly bought flower seedlings were delivered early in the morning, and they are all there now, of various kinds.

The little guy looked at the flower seedlings, and then ran over excitedly and picked up a flower seedling from it, and excitedly said to Jun Moyan: "Dad, this, this An An knows that it is a red flower, and this leaf is the same as the one on the painting. ..."

It turned out that the little guy recognized the flower seedling leaves, and the day in the flower album, and knew what flowers it would bloom.

The flower seedlings are classified. There are flower seedlings marked with what kind of flower they are, and pictures of the flowers are attached. Jun Moyan took those pictures and told the little guy what kind of flowers one by one, and asked him which ones to plant first, and asked him about them. opinion.

"This is pretty, daddy grows this, okay?"

"Okay, let's plant this first, plant one pattern, and then plant another pattern later."

"Okay." The little guy nodded.

"Then let's dig the hole first."

Jun Moyan took the little guy to dig a hole and planted flower seedlings with him.