Kim Youan raised his little face, and his pretty little face tried his best to keep calm and calm.

Shang Yunqian is wearing a V-neck gray sweater and gold-rimmed glasses. He has a pocket in one hand and a door handle. He is gentle and handsome, noble and indifferent.

Looking straight at me, I felt breathless, and I lowered my eyes, a four or five-year-old child stood in front of the door lightly.

One big and one small.

One mile and one away.

Big eyes stared at me.

This is his own home. Jin Youan feels that he is the master and grins gently, "Uncle, good morning!"

Shang Yunqian remembered that he was Xin Aini's nephew.

"Good morning!" Shang Dazhai was really not used to greeting each other with the little kid.

"Aunt Jin got up?" Jin Youan ignored the arrogant look of the scumbag father and didn't want to pay attention to the little kid, and stepped into the house with his short legs.

...

Shang Yunqian followed the little kid until he walked through the entrance hall, then closed the door and walked into the living room with both hands.

Jin Youan's little nose smelled the scent of lean eggs and lean meat porridge and ham sandwiches, and his little head turned to the restaurant. There were two breakfasts on the white marble dining table.

"Is it... uncle, did you do it?" Jin Youan's eyes were bright, and water mist rose as his long eyelashes turned around. In the blink of an eye, the water mist disappeared along the eyelashes.

"Yeah." Shang Yunqian didn't expect that the young guests would come to dawn.

Jin Youan pursed his lips and walked to the dining table, placing his hands on the table, his chin just pressed against the dining table, his big eyes, black and white, and the little eyes looking at the food could make people cute.

Shang Yunqian has never been in contact with a child since he grew up. His eyes are as moist as the little Corgi raised by his grandmother, and it is quite pleasing!

Black line division: If Jin Youan knew that his daddy was describing him like this, he would have to add another word before the word "scrap". What a bad thing.

Glimps again.

The child is like this, and I still don’t know if he wants to eat something together? He really doesn’t even have the minimum politeness. Every time he walks around the community, no one will ask, “Have you eaten Xiao Anzai, you haven’t eaten it at our house.”

Sure enough, it’s a scumbag! I don’t blame my mother for supporting herself alone than looking for him.

The little kid turned listlessly.

Shang Yunqian felt that he had committed some sin, and one hand subconsciously stretched out his pocket, "Do you want to eat?"

What does it mean that I want to eat? Jin Youan was very dissatisfied. He didn’t even know how to invite someone to breakfast. What’s his IQ?

He turned his head and smiled, "Yes, uncle, I haven't eaten breakfast yet?" He grew up so old that he hadn't eaten breakfast made by his father, so he really wanted to eat it.

Now it’s Shang Yunqian’s turn to blink. Are the kids so greedy now?

I slept in a hurry, either having nightmares or remembering what happened at night. I didn't sleep much at all. It was dawn and when the light passed through the curtains, her alarm clock rang.

I have to go to work.

After staying in the bed for a while, Jin Aini got up with her tired body, sucked her slippers, yawned, pulled the door handle and came out, preparing to go to the bathroom to wash her face and clean her teeth.

I know how to get there with my eyes closed.

Suddenly, I felt something, and suddenly opened my eyes and looked at the restaurant area.

Dog man...son...sitting at a table for breakfast?

Jin Aini was surprised and arrived at the dining table, "You...you..."

"Aunt Jin, the sandwich made by uncle is so delicious." Jin Youan took a small white spoon in one hand to eat porridge and a sandwich in the other hand to bite it. His little mouth was so greasy.

Shang Yunqian didn't eat. He sat at the table, crossed his arms and placed them on the table. When he saw Jin Aini holding a chicken coop, he reached out and held his glasses. This was even more shocking than "Master Mie Jue". For some reason, he didn't feel disgusted.

Could it be because of her that I can tolerate it?

"What do you think, don't you go to wash up?" Sure enough, he couldn't stand the sloppy look of a woman.
Chapter completed!