Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Not all." Jun Moyan said.

"Dad is not a kitten." The little guy raised his head and looked at Jun Moyan's ears.

"Well, because Dad is not a kitten, An An is not all kittens, half like father and half like mother."

"Will Na Anan become a kitten?" The little guy asked Jun Moyan, pointing to the little cat drinking milk in the photo.

"Dad doesn't know, but usually not." The little guy is still young and no one has taught him. The magic in his body has never been used, and he will not use it. Naturally, he will not change randomly like other evil spirits, let alone. control.

Today, the cat ears appeared quite suddenly. It may be that as he ages, the spells in his body have also increased, so he is not controlled, or because of emotional influence, Xiaoguai sometimes angers the cat’s ears because of anger. come out.

"Are An An still scared now?" Jun Moyan asked him.

The little guy shook his head: "Don't be afraid, just like my mother."

Jun Mo Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the two furry cat ears of the little guy, and he remembered Wen Xiaoai’s two sensitive ears. He stretched out his hand to touch it. The little guy keenly noticed that he immediately avoided him. Hand, a face of resistance.

"What's wrong?" Jun Moyan asked.

"Don't touch." The little guy said with a wrinkled face.

"Can't you let Dad touch it?" Jun Moyan asked.

The little guy twisted his two small brows with a tangled look. After a long time tangled, he found a word to express: "It hurts."

"It hurts? How could it hurt?" Jun Moyan couldn't help but mutter.

How can it hurt?

He looked at the little tangled appearance of the little guy, guessing that he must have made a mistake, and thought of Wen Xiaoai's silly way of squeezing his ears directly, wondering if it is the same as Xiaogua, who can't pinch ears.

"Doesn't it hurt if you don't touch it?" Jun Moyan asked him again.

"Yeah." The little guy nodded.

"Then dad won't touch it." Jun Moyan withdrew his hand, making sure that he couldn't pinch like Xiaoguai, it didn't hurt.

"Thank you Dad."

The little guy continued to look at the photos of Wen Xiaoai and the kitten. It was the first time that he held it so openly, so he had to look carefully.

"An An." Jun Moyan cupped the little guy's soft white and tender face in both hands, and said to him earnestly: "The fact that mom is a kitten is a secret between mom and dad. Now Tell An'an, it becomes the secret of the three of us. Don't tell others to know. You can't mention it, you know? An'an's ears are the same, no one can tell, you know?"

The little guy nodded and asked, "Can't Shangguan's father also tell me?"

"Neither, nor your second uncle, neither Grandpa Shangguan nor Grandma Shangguan and Aunt Xiaocha, uncle Tsing Yi, can only be known by the three of us."

The little guy nodded seriously and vigorously.

"An An doesn't know what to say, no one else, just the secrets of An An, father and mother."

Although he does not have a clear understanding of monsters and monsters, what an alternative is, or what a cat demon represents in this world, he knows that these cannot be said, otherwise others will say mom like a kindergarten child It's a monster.

He doesn't want others to call his mother a monster.

"Yeah." Jun Moyan touched his little head.

The little guy pulled his cat's ears and asked, "Na An'an's ears will be seen by them."

Jun Moyan looked at his ears, usually because of the growth of spells, the original shape is also out of control. It won't take long for him to take back the original shape by himself. It is estimated that he will take it back tomorrow after a sleep.