Yin Anran and Meng Qinghuan stayed in the villa.
Meng Yichen bought Meng Qinghuan many delicious toys.
The little guy was really flattered that so much delicious food and fun appeared in front of her.
"Handsome uncle, are these all for Huanhuan?"
"Well, it’s all for you. If there’s anything else you want to tell your uncle."
Yin Anran looked at the room full of toys and was stunned.
After hearing Meng Yichen’s words, she quickly said "No". She glanced at Meng Yichen. "You will spoil her like this!"
"Huanhuan can’t ask your uncle for anything, you know?"
The little guy looked at his mommy seriously and cleverly.
"It’s good that she likes it." Meng Yichen looked at the little guy and smiled unconsciously.
Yin An dyed some stunned and looked at him for a moment. "Like it, you can’t be so spoiled or you will spoil it."
Meng Yichen took a look at her and didn’t speak again, but picked up the little guy and teased her. The little guy was giggling with Meng Yichen.
Looking at this scene, Yin Anran’s mood is somewhat complicated. Meng Yichen doesn’t know Huanhuan’s life and Huanhuan doesn’t know that Meng Yichen is her father, but they like each other.
Maybe …
This is the father-daughter nature, right?
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Yin Anran got up. "I’m going to make some milk for Huanhuan." She got up.
Meng Qinghuan took Meng Yichen to buy something for her, playing with it and playing with it. She picked up a drawing board and scribbled on it.
"handsome uncle, can you write your own name?"
Meng Qinghuan likes to write from time to time at the stage of literacy, and occasionally likes to pull people around her to write when she first learned to write her own name. Later, she learned to write her own mommy’s name and uncle Jiing’s name.
Meng Yichen smiled gently. "Of course," he said. He took the sketchpad from the little guy and wrote Meng Yichen’s three words "Uncle’s name."
The little guy cocked his head and looked at the word on the drawing board. Her little hand pointed to "I don’t know the word handsome uncle, but I know this word. Oh, handsome uncle, you and Huanhuan are the same name, and the name is Meng Qinghuan." She wrote her name on the drawing board as she said.
Three Chinese characters Meng Qinghuan
Meng Yichen suddenly closed her eyes when she heard her words and saw the drawing board writing her name.
Meng Qinghuan!
This little guy’s surname is Meng? !
"Huanhuan is your name?"
He was afraid that this little guy had written something wrong and said something wrong.
Meng Qinghuan definitely nodded and pointed to the name "Yes, Meng Qinghuan is Huanhuan’s name, handsome uncle, and you and Huanhuan are the same surname."
No wonder she likes handsome uncle so much!
The little guy was still immersed in the happiness of the two people sharing the same surname, and he didn’t notice that something was wrong with Uncle Handsome.
"Here comes the milk."
This time Yin Anran pushed the door and came in.
Chapter 11 handsome uncle has become a daddy?
"Huanhuan drink milk" Yin Anran Meng Qinghuan sat down beside him.
And when she saw the two names of the drawing board, she froze.
Meng Yichen looked at her with deep eyes and then picked up the drawing board "Dyeing Huanhuan says this is her name"
Yin Anran’s small hand tightly pressed his lips and couldn’t say a word at the moment!
The little guy just didn’t notice that the atmosphere was wrong. She took a sip of milk and looked up with a cute little face. "Mommy used to have a handsome uncle and my surname. No wonder I like handsome uncle so much."
Meng Yichen took a look at the little guy and said to him, "Huanhuan is a good girl. Go to the next door and see if Uncle Shi and your mommy have something to say."
The little guy pursed his mouth a little reluctantly, but he still walked out of the room.
With the door, the whole room was quiet.
Suffocate. Quiet …
It’s like a needle falling to the ground and you can hear the sound.
"Should you give me a good explanation about dyeing?"
Yin Anran bit his lip and should refute it, but now she can’t say a word.
"Dyeing Huanhuan is our child, isn’t it? ！” He looked at her and asked word for word.
Yin Anran looked up at his eyes. His eyes made her frown. She saw the expectation in his eyes …