When I saw it today, the little bun was even cuter than in the photo. Except for the eyes that were exactly the same as Jian Qing, the rest of the place was simply a smaller version of Quan Jingwu.

"Yes." Jian Qing held Shiqi's hands and adjusted his position so that Old Master An could see him more clearly.

The first time I saw Old Master An’s face, Shiqi was not afraid of being alive, and his eyes were curiously looking at Old Master An with his curious eyes.

Old Master An looked at Shiqi's exquisite and magnificent little face, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes gradually became wet, "Okay, the little guy is much more likable than that cold boy Quan Jingwu."

On the side, Qiu Bo looked at Shiqi with a smile on his face.

Jian Qing looked at the wet corners of Old Master An's eyes and felt a little sour. After becoming a mother, her heart seemed to have become softer.

She stood up, hugged Shiqi and walked to Old Master An, and said in a gentle voice, "Do you want to hug him?"

Upon hearing this, Old Master An was stunned, then the corners of his mouth opened, almost reaching the back of his head, "I, can I?"

When he met Shiqi's ink-colored eyes, he was a little helpless.

Jian Qing nodded, Old Master An suppressed the excitement in his heart, stretched out his hands to take Seventeen, and picked up the child in a very qualified position.

After all, he had hugged Jian Qing and his brother a lot when they were two hours old. Although it was many years apart, the method of hugging the child was not at all unfamiliar.

"Seventeen, my seventeen..." Old Master An hugged Seventeen like a treasure. His tiger's eyes blinked, and tears couldn't help falling.

Seventeen was not afraid of being hugged by Old Master An. Seeing him crying, his vermilion-red mouth opened and his pink gums showed. His faint smile made Old Master An's tears even more fiercely.

He hugged Shiqi tightly, and gently touched Shiqi's little head with his big calluses, "Okay Shiqi, my Shiqi."

Uncle Qiu looked at it and raised his hand to wipe his tears.

Seeing Old Master An crying, Jian Qing's face was complicated and she felt a little uncomfortable.

After a while, Old Master An calmed down his mood, but he still hugged Shiqi and was reluctant to let go.

Jian Qing also let him hold it, but he didn't carry Shiqi back to his arms.

"Qing girl, where is the nineteenth?" asked Old Master An.

Jian Qing said, "I'm going to the company with Xiaojing, and I'll be back later."

Since Xiao Jing took Shijiu out to the company last time, Shijiu has become addicted to going out. Once Xiao Jing wants to go out, he often stays in his arms and refuses to get out, and insists on going out with him. Xiao Jing spoils him and lets him go. Anyway, Shijiu is such a small one, and it doesn’t feel any weight to hold it in his arms.

Old Master An nodded, looked down at Shiqi in his arms, with a happy face.

After staying at the Quan family for almost two hours, Old Master An left reluctantly, and was more reluctant to let go.

Finally, Jian Qing said that he could see Seventeen and Seventeen at any time. Only then did he have a smile on his face and he went back with satisfaction.

When Quan Jingwu came back, Shiqi had fallen asleep. Shijiu, who was held in Quan Jingwu's arms, also slept sweetly.

"What are you thinking?" Putting Shijiu in the crib, Quan Jingwu walked to the window and hugged her from the back.

Jian Qing leaned into his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Xiao Jing, Old Master An is actually very pitiful."

In fact, it seems that it is not appropriate to blame Mr. An. After all, he has always loved her and Luo Luo since he had memory. Even An Yu and others have not been favored by Mr. An.
Chapter completed!