"What's going on?" Ye Moyan glanced at several people majestically.
"Master, it's like this..."
"Daddy!"
Grandma's childish voice interrupted him, and then he saw a small figure rushing past like a cannonball!
"Daddy!"
Everyone was startled.
Including Night Moyan.
Looking at the legs that were hugging him tightly, his eyes were red and soft, and his expression was a little difficult to distinguish.
"You, you, what did you call him?" A Yuan was dumbfounded.
"Daddy!"
Mianmian's eyes were twinkling, as bright as stars, and her little face was excited and excited.
Guan Zhixing stroked his forehead, squatted down and said in a good voice, "Mianmian, he is not your father, have you forgotten? It was me and the master who brought you back..."
"He is my father! I won't admit it!" Mianmian said with certainty.
Ye Moyan looked at her, bent down and picked her up, "Why do you call me daddy?"
"Because you are Mianmian's father!"
Mianmian blinked her big eyes and hugged his neck tightly, "Daddy, Mianmian finally found you! Mianmian misses you... Mother said that daddy had something very important to do, so he left us... Mianmian
It’s not easy to find you...Mianmian misses you..."
The soft and waxy voice was full of dependence and a bit aggrieved. His hands hugged Ye Moyan tightly, as if he was afraid that his father would disappear if he let go.
Ye Moyan felt like his heart was hit hard by something, and an indescribable emotion suddenly surged out.
Subconsciously patting her back, comforting her again and again.
"Master, this..."
Guan Zhixing wanted to say something else, but when he received his master's gaze, he finally shut up.
At this time, A Yuan finally came to his senses.
He jumped over like a monkey, "When did you give birth to another child behind my back? Who was it with? You actually hid it from me for so long? If I hadn't bumped into you now, would you have kept hiding it from me?
?”
A Yuan's little mouth protruded like a machine gun, his eyebrows were raised and his lips were raised, and he glared angrily.
But soon, he seemed to change his face, "Daddy, she is really my sister? Really? Really? You didn't lie to me?"
He was so happy that he almost cheered loudly.
He just wanted her to be his sister, but he didn't expect it to happen! Oh, he has a sister! A beautiful, soft and waxy sister!
"Young Master, he is not..."
"No! She is my sister! Daddy, please let me hug my sister..."
"He is my father... not your father..." At this moment, Mianmian turned her head to glare at him, her little hands wrapped around her father's neck domineeringly, with an expression like "If you dare to steal your father from me, I will bite you to death."
"Of course he is my father... They all know it! If you don't believe it, just ask anyone and they will know..."
"I don't care! Daddy belongs to Mianmian... not yours..."
"He is!"
"no!"
"that is!"
"no!"
…
have to.
These two little ancestors started again.
Looking at the Zhixing, I can't help but touch my forehead.
It was Ye Moyan who separated the two of them and asked, "Why did you call me daddy?"
"Because you are daddy!"
Mianmian looked determined.
"I'm not your father."
"You are! Mom showed me daddy's photo, you are my daddy!"
Although Ye Moyan didn't know what the photo was, he guessed that it was similar to a portrait. The identity of Mianmian's mother was a bit thought-provoking.
"Daddy, don't you want Mianmian? Daddy doesn't like me?"
The little man in his arms was about to cry at this moment, his big eyes were already covered with a layer of mist, looking pitiful.
Ye Moyan sighed, "I'm really not your father..."
"Wow..." The little guy raised his head and howled loudly.
"Daddy doesn't want me anymore! Mianmian is a child that no one wants...Mianmian is no longer loved and loved...Mom is lying! She also said that daddy will like me...Daddy doesn't like me at all...Mianmian is good
Pitiful……"
Ye Moyan, "..."
Facing this demonic sound that pierced his ears, Guan Zhixing silently took a step back.
"Sister, don't cry! I want you! I want you! You will be my sister and I will protect you! No one can bully you!"
A Yuan was anxious and jumped up and down, trying to hug his sister, but his short stature could not even touch the corner of her clothes.
"Dad, please let go and give me your sister! You don't want me, I want her!"
Ye Moyan didn't even look at his stupid son, and carried Mianmian back to Xiyuan, Mianmian crying all the way.
"Stop crying, be good."
Facing the child in his arms who was so soft that it seemed as if it would break at the touch of a touch, he paused and placed his hands awkwardly on her back, comforting her again and again. After a while, the crying became quieter.
Mianmian grabbed the hem of his clothes, still twitching, and buried her head in his arms, refusing to come out.
A Yuan next to him looked anxious.
"Sister, I'll give you a toy, please stop crying, okay?"
"Here is a delicious chestnut cake...do you want it?"
"The weather outside is nice, can I take you to the lake to catch fish?"
"younger sister……"
…
But for a long time, his sister ignored him.
A Yuan was depressed.
You glared at your father with an angry face. It's all your fault! It was you who made your sister angry! Bad Silver!
"Young master, don't you have class soon? Go quickly, it will be bad if you are late."
"But my sister..."
"Don't worry there is a master here."
In the end, A Yuan was reluctantly dragged away by Guan Zhixing. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Mianmian, "Sister, wait for me. I will come to see you after class! I will bring you delicious food then! You
You must wait for me!"
The look of reluctance to leave her was almost as if she was parting from life or death, which made Guan Zhixing's mouth twitch.
Ye Moyan also asked the servants to go down, and after everyone left, Mianmian finally gave up.
"Stop crying?"
"snort."
Mianmian snorted and turned her head, showing that she was still angry!
Ye Moyan couldn't help laughing when he saw that arrogant little look.
He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped away the tears on her face. His movements were subconsciously gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
"Dad, don't you really remember Mianmian?"
The voice was soft and breathy, with a hint of nasality, and after speaking, she stared at him nervously.
Ye Moyan paused and sighed.
"Sorry, dad can't remember Mianmian for the time being. Why don't Mianmian tell dad?"
Mianmian was a little sad, but she quickly regained her energy, "You are my dad! That's right... Mianmian can't admit my mistake... because my mother often looks at dad's photos! By the way, Mianmian also has them! Mianmian gave them to me
Daddy!"
Mian Mian jumped down and looked for something everywhere.
"What are you looking for?" Ye Moyan asked.
"My bag? The duck bag made by my mother for Mianmian. It's so big and has Mianmian's favorite little yellow duck printed on it..."
