Jun Moyan put the little guy in his arms up and hugged him, holding the little guy's little butt with one hand, and wrapping the little guy's back with the other, letting the little guy lie on his shoulder, and then looked at Ace unhurriedly, with no emotion in his eyes.

This look seemed to solve the doubts in Ace's heart, but it didn't seem to be.

I saw Ace smile, I don't know if I want to get the answer, anyway, he didn't ask again.

After a few moments, he asked another question: "That person won't come back, will he?" ”

That person refers to the crow owner who is not a human or a ghost and does not know where to come from, the one who has never seen his face from beginning to end, and only sees a masked Nie Jiuque.

"Don't worry." Jun Moyan replied lightly.

Ace didn't ask anything else.

Ace teased the little guy for a while, and before long, he saw more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards walking in carrying boxes of things.

Among these bodyguards, there are Ace's people and Jun Moyan's people.

The men carried boxes of things into the hall, put them on the floor, and opened them one by one.

Inside, boxes and boxes, were all gold and silver jewelry, antiques from different dynasties, and some strange and unspeakable rarities.

In the end, two large boxes of dollars were even opened.

"Give your son's ......" Ace looked at the white and tender little guy on Jun Moyan's shoulder, then reached out and gently touched the little guy's soft little face, and continued with a smile: "Meet the gift." ”

Jun Moyan glanced lightly and didn't answer.

Ace thought that Jun Moyan was not clean, so he said: "Don't worry, although I robbed the things, they are all very clean, and if I didn't rob those things that shouldn't be robbed, there will be no retribution." ”

"Really, because I'm a pirate."

He paused for a moment, as if he was weak and had no confidence, so he added: "Even if there is any retribution, it will not be retribution on your son." ”

Who knew that Jun Moyan came to say: "Cheesy." ”

Dislike is disgust, but it's not unclean.

"No way, who made me Ace a layman."

Ace shrugged, not caring about Jun Moyan's words, but quite agreeing.

The little one "ate" his little hands and began to hum and make a fuss.

"An An, what's wrong?"

Jun Moyan hurriedly put the little guy down.

The little guy was "eating" his little hands in Jun Mo Yan's arms, kicking his two little feet, and successfully kicked off one of the socks on his feet.

Ace was quick and caught the little guy's socks as soon as he reached out.

"What is he doing here?" Ace asked with a smile.

"I'm hungry." Jun Moyan, who had slowly brought out his experience, counted the time and knew that the little guy was hungry.

Sure enough, Xiao Cha, who also remembered what the little guy should do at any time, took it and brewed it for a while, and the milk powder that was already at the right temperature walked out of the restaurant.

"Sanshao, it's time for the little master to drink milk."

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to take the bottle, tested the temperature himself, and then began to feed the little guy.

The little guy immediately quieted down, drank it with a grunt, and his two little hands still knew how to help Jun Moyan hold the bottle together.

"Your dad is good at it, and it's only been a few days since he brought out his experience." Ace didn't know whether to make fun of Jun Moyan or praise Jun Moyan with this smile.

He tore open the socks in his hand that were rubbed by the little guy's feet, looked at it, and after finding the correct position, he pulled the socks and put the socks on the little guy, and sorted them out for him, and he was still dressed a little well.