At this moment, Murong Jue was playing with Xiao Le, Tian Junhao walked in lightly and sat next to Murong Jue.
Tian Junhao was sitting on the carpet, playing with his daughter in his arms. He had a very warm aura. The longer his daughter grew, the more she looked like An Ying. He loved this little one so much.
"Have you really decided to leave?"
Tian Junhao seemed to be concentrating on teasing Xiao Le, with his head lowered, but he was talking to Murong Jue on the side.
Murong Jue smiled slightly: "Since you decided to go back after five years, in these five years, I want to explore the world, so I can't be your baby daddy here every day, right?" [
He glanced at him: "Remember to come back when you are tired from playing. This is your home."
He had long regarded Murong Jue as a brother, the kind that was closer than a real brother.
Murong Jue really left early the next morning.
Yingying cried for a long time and complained to Tian Junhao for a long time that he let go of her doting brother Jue without even giving her a gift.
"Baby, how about we also go traveling around the world?" Tian Junhao laughed at her, she was always crying at such an old age.
An Ying's smooth arms reached into his arms, still purring coquettishly: "I'm not going, I want to take care of my precious son."
Time passed and a few months passed. Xiaobai and Xiaole had learned to walk and talk.
Early in the morning, while An Ying was still sleeping, a small figure climbed onto her bed: "Mom - where is mom - dad?"
"Let's go to work." An Ying stuffed the small thing into the quilt and continued to sleep.
Xiao Le pouted in obvious displeasure: "Bad dad, you forgot Xiao Le's good morning kiss again."
She looked at An Ying complainingly, blew her nose and said with a glare: "Mom, did daddy give you a good morning kiss?"
"Yes, how could my man not kiss me?" An Ying yawned with sleepy eyes.
"Humph, dad is partial. If you don't give it to me, I'll go find him!" Xiao Le made a face at An Ying.
He left An Ying behind, pushed open the door and walked out.
Just in time to see Xiaobai, he ran to Xiaobai's side again and poked him hard:
"Brother, let's go find dad."
"What should I do with him? I have no time!"
Xiao Bai looked very mature, with a natural and arrogant aura that a young prince should have.
Xiao Le frowned, stepped on him hard, and then whispered: "Smelly Xiao Bai, you are only one year old. Remember, you are only one year old now. If you act so mature again, your father will find out."