Ann? A head poked into the crack of the door of the room again, and An An shouted in a particularly festive manner.

The little guy in the corner behind the door turned his head, raised his face and looked up, and saw Shangguan Yu's smiling face.

Shangguan Yu walked in, closed the door, and then squatted down behind the little guy.

He reached out and gently turned the little one around and pulled him in front of him.

"What's wrong? Why are you at the penalty station again? Did you make Dad unhappy again? Shangguan Yu asked with concern.

The little guy hung his head slightly and didn't say a word.

"An An? Why don't you speak? Shangguan Yu smiled and gently pinched the little guy's soft little face.

The little guy finally raised his head, his eyes were red, his mouth was slightly pursed, and he looked aggrieved.

He looked at Shangguan Yu, then took two steps forward, hugged Shangguan Yu's neck with two small hands, and buried his little face in Shangguan Yu's neck.

Then he choked up and shouted, "Shangguan Dad." ”

The soft and glutinous crying made Shangguan Yu feel distressed.

He hurriedly hugged the little guy and coaxed distressedly: "It's okay, An An, look at what Shangguan's father brought you." ”

Shangguan Yu reached into his clothes pocket and took out something.

"Look at this."

The little one let go of one of his arms, raised his head, and looked at what was in his hand, and saw that it was a pistol.

A realistic model black pistol, almost identical to a real pistol.

"Give." Shangguan Yu handed the imitation gun to him.

The little one reached out and picked it up.

It's a bit heavy, but the weight is just right.

"Do you like it?" Shangguan Yu asked with a smile.

The little guy looked at Shangguan Yu, and then nodded, but the little guy didn't smile on his face, and he didn't say he liked it.

Shangguan Yu's heart was sour, he raised his hand to rub the little guy's little head, and said with a smile: "Then you kiss Shangguan's father." ”

The little guy pursed his lips and kissed Shangguan Yu on the face.

Shangguan Yu was so happy that he returned the bite the little guy's soft little face, and kissed it very loudly.

"An An is so good."

He got up with the little guy in his arms, took him out of the room, and carried him downstairs to play.

The sofa in the lobby on the first floor and the table in front of the sofa were very clean, except for the remote control and the water glass, there was nothing to be seen.

The rest of the hall and the corners are so neat and clean, it really doesn't look like a family with a three-year-old child.

However, it can also be seen from the side that the little guy is a child who can clean up and is not naughty.

Shangguan Yu sat down on the sofa, put the little guy on his lap, and then turned on the TV to liven up the atmosphere in the hall.

He took a pistol and taught the little guy to recognize a gun.

"This is the barrel, this is the trigger......"

Not long after playing with the little guy, the little guy slowly had a smile on his face, and at this time, he had a little bit of the appearance that a child should have.

Seeing that the little guy was in a good mood, Shangguan Yu also took snacks for him to eat, and then took the opportunity to ask him: "An An, tell Shangguan's father, why did Dad punish you for facing the wall again?" ”

The little guy raised his eyes to look at Shangguan Yu, then turned his head to look in the direction of the second floor, and after looking at it for a while, he withdrew his gaze.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes as if he had done something wrong, and whispered back, "I secretly took my mother's picture." ”

Shangguan Yu felt a pain in his heart, looked at the little guy who was quiet with his little head down, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Instead of comforting the little one, he smiled and asked him, "Is Mommy pretty?" ”

The more you comfort him, the more concerned and uncomfortable he becomes.