Feng Liyan pinched the little guy's soft little face, looked at the little guy carefully, found the little guy's eyes, and immediately smiled and said, "Eyes are inherited from our family, okay, it's better than nothing."

The little guy didn't know this strange uncle who talked to himself. After looking at Feng Liyan for a few glances, he looked back at Wen Xiaoai.

After hearing Feng Liyan's words, the little guy looked back at Feng Liyan and looked at his eyes. When he saw Feng Liyan's eyes were also special, and they looked a little like his, and they were all gray.

However, Feng Liyan's pupils were completely gray, while his only had a circle of gray pupil lines.

Seeing the little guy staring at him seriously, Feng Liyan asked him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

Seeing that the little guy was dissatisfied, Feng Liyan said, "I am your Uncle Feng."

He then said, "Call me and listen."

The little guy pursed his lips and said nothing.

Feng Liyan immediately shook his head, looked at Jun Moyan, and said, "This is inherited from you."

"Give me a hug." Wen Xiaoai reached out several times to bring the little guy over, but Feng Liyan hugged him. Seeing that he said, Wen Xiaoai immediately reached out to ask him for someone.

"You sit down first, and it's hard to hold you while standing. This kid is a little heavy." Feng Liyan asked her to sit down on the sofa first, and then prepared to give her the little guy.

But after thinking about it, Feng Liyan still put the little guy on the sofa and let him sit on it.

"You are weak, don't hold it." Feng Liyan said.

Wen Xiaoai wanted to hug him, but he was helpless and had no energy all over. He was afraid that he would not be able to hug him. The little guy was not enthusiastic about her. Wen Xiaoai felt that he was unfamiliar to him and was afraid that he would scare him, so he endured it and let him sit by himself.

Although he didn't hold it in his arms, it still didn't prevent Wen Xiaoai from kissing and hugging the little guy, and he couldn't control his feelings at all. Even Jun Moyan was lonely and looked down on the side, and he was so dear to the little guy.

"An An, why don't you speak? Do you know how to speak?" Wen Xiaoai asked holding the little guy's face.

"Jun Moyan..." Seeing that he could only stare at him, Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan anxiously.

"An An can speak." Jun Moyan told her.

"Do you don't like your mother?" Wen Xiaoai asked the little guy with grievance, and his eyes were crying red and tears began to shine again.

"An An, call me mom." Jun Moyan said to the little guy.

The little guy looked at Jun Moyan and moved his mouth, as if he was about to speak, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes were still staring at Wen Xiaoai.

Seeing that he just didn't talk to him, Wen Xiaoai felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry again, but she saw that the little guy handed the little doll he had been holding in his arms to him.

The little guy lowered his eyes and slowly reached out to take it, then asked the little guy: "Did you buy it for your mother?"

The little guy looked at her and nodded slightly.

Wen Xiaoai burst into tears and smiled: "Thank you An An, mom likes it very much."

The little guy bent his lips and then pursed his lips. His hands then clenched into small fists, with a shy look on his face.

"How did An An know that her mother likes toys?"

Hearing Wen Xiaoai’s question, the little guy looked at Jun Moyan.

Wen Xiaoai knew that Jun Moyan told him, and she immediately smiled at Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan wiped her tears: "Don't cry."

The little guy looked at a glass of water on the tables in front of him, and then looked at Wen Xiaoai again.

He was hesitating whether to give it to his mother for drink.

He would feel thirsty after crying before, and so would his mother.

Jun Moyan discovered the little guy's thoughts and called him: "Give it to mom."
Chapter completed!