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Little Baozi had fun playing with his brothers and sisters. The two girls in the second young master Yan's family spoiled him. He was good-looking, with a chubby face and a soft ball.

He was often pinched on the cheeks.

He didn't speak very well, and he said things that others couldn't understand seriously, which often made others laugh.

Several children played together and never got tired of playing.

They played until the afternoon and still enjoyed it.

"It's time to eat." Old lady Yi called them with a smile, "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat, Yiyi, are you hungry?"

"No." Little Baozi shook his head and continued to play with his armor toy.

"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat. Eat first and then play."

"Chengcheng, Wangwang, and Xiaoshi... Come to eat."

...

Several children ran to the kitchen. Little Baozi was the youngest. He didn't run as fast as his brothers and sisters, and his body swayed with him, like a little penguin.

Old lady Yan asked the servant to pick him up and help him wash his hands.

Then, he sat on the children's chair.

Most of the Yan family members went to work and rarely came back for lunch. Even Old Master Yan was not at home.

In addition to Old Lady Yan, only Young Master Yan and his wife were at home. There were many children, but there were five servants.

The chicken soup in front of the little bun was specially cooked for him, with radishes, tofu, and mushrooms.

The chicken was also cut into small pieces.

There were eggs and minced meat in his bowl, and the sea fish had been deboned. In addition, there were vegetables.

The children of the Yan family were all grown up and could pick up vegetables to eat by themselves. He looked at his brothers and sisters and clumsily held the spoon and chopsticks.

He was wearing a cute bib on his chest.

He was scooping eggs with a spoon, and Old Lady Yan praised him, "Yiyi is so great?"

The little bun was happy, thinking that his great-grandmother praised him for eating well, so he put down the spoon, grabbed the vegetables with his chubby hands, and stuffed them into his mouth.

He chewed with his little mouth, making everyone laugh.

The children were together, and everyone was eating seriously. They would also compete secretly and eat more than usual.

After eating, several children watched children's movies together, and after a while they had fruit after the meal.

It was almost one o'clock after eating, and it was time to get ready for bed.

The little bun was tired from playing, yawned lazily, and was held by the servant. Seeing his brothers and sisters go back to their rooms, he looked at the door, "Where are Daddy and Mommy?"

He wanted to sleep with Daddy and Mommy.

"Mom and Daddy went to work, and they will pick up Yiyi tomorrow." Old Mrs. Yan smiled and comforted him.

The little bun's eyes were filled with disappointment, and he pouted.

When is tomorrow?

Anyway, I can't see Daddy and Mommy now.

Ji Yang and his wife often come to the Yan family, so there is a room for their family of three on the third floor. The servant carried the little bun to the room.

The little bun slept on the bed, and Old Mrs. Yan coaxed him on the side.

Maybe he had played too much just now, and although the little bun missed his parents, he fell asleep quickly after touching the bed.

Old Mrs. Yan saw that he was asleep, got up and covered him with a quilt, then walked out and closed the door gently.

The whole family was taking a nap. After they calmed down, the clear and melodious bird calls came in from outside the window.

Generally speaking, the children of the Yan family need to sleep for one to one and a half hours, because they are all in school, and their biological clocks wake up around two o'clock.

Everyone was sleeping soundly, but the little bun woke up after twenty minutes. When he opened his eyes, he didn't see his parents, so he turned over and stood up in confusion.

His cute little face was pulled, and he lay outside the window to look. His parents hadn't come yet.

He was in a bad mood.

He stood on tiptoe, opened the door of the room and walked out. It was quiet, which made him miss home and his parents even more. His little eyes were red.

He didn't want to cry or not, but it was so pitiful. He choked and whispered, "Mom..."

When you are sad, the first thing you think of is your mother.

"Why did the young master wake up?"

A servant came out of the room and was stunned when he saw him.

"I want mommy." The little bun raised his head and looked at her, breathing, "Yiyi wants daddy and mommy, and wants to go home."

He didn't want to be here anymore.

The servant squatted down to look at him and whispered to comfort him, "Dad and mommy haven't come yet, can auntie play with you?"

"No." He refused directly, pitifully, "I want daddy."

The servant was comforting her when Yan Ting pushed the wheelchair out. She looked expressionless and looked at the little bun without saying a word.

When she was not in good spirits, she looked more normal when she was in good spirits.

She looked good today, but she was definitely not kind.

"Second Miss, the young master has woken up, and the young master Ji is not here." The servant explained to her.

Yan Ting still had no expression, and her eyes fell on the little bun.

There was no ripple in her eyes.

"I want daddy." The little bun repeated again, looking at her eyes with some mist, "I want daddy and mommy."

"Grandma, go home."

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He would visit grandma with his parents every week, knowing that Yan Ting was his grandma, but she always ignored him.

He didn't dare to act like a spoiled child, but now there was only grandma here.

Yan Ting was originally indifferent, and the little bun was so aggrieved that he shed two more tears, crying with a pursed mouth, "Wow, wow, wow..."

"Come in." Yan Ting suddenly spoke and glanced at the servant.

The servant took the little bun's soft hand, coaxing him and leading him in.

The place where Yan Ting lived was the most fully equipped, and there were also many medical and rehabilitation equipment.

This was not the first time that the little bun came here. He was not used to outsiders approaching him, so he broke away from the servant and ran to Yan Ting with his short legs.

"Grandma." He called her, "I want to go home to find my dad."

Yan Ting looked at the hand on her leg, her eyes flickered, she slowly raised her head, stretched out her hand to the top of his head, and gently touched it twice.

The servant on the side saw this and his heart skipped a beat.