Qiao An really couldn't cry or laugh, stretched out her hand, and nodded Xiao Nuomi's head, "Xiao Nuomi, don't you let go quickly?" ”

"Oh.? Follow? Dream?. The little one let go of his hand.

Consciously stood aside and stared at them.

Wen Zhaoning really believed Mu Jingxi's words at this time, Xiao Nuomi is really cute, really cute.

He is not exaggerating at all, the little guy is soft, just like a glutinous rice dumpling, soft and cute.

The moe that hits people's hearts.

Qiao An saw that Xiao Nuomi finally withdrew her claws honestly, and then looked at Wen Zhaoning apologetically, "Madam, I don't know if you came to me, what's the matter?" ”

"It's okay, I heard Jingxi say that you are sick and have not been able to come to see you. I happen to be free today, so I'll take a trip. ”

Wen Zhaoning's words really flattered Qiao An.

How much honor does it have to be for the president's wife to visit her in the hospital in person?

She didn't know how to react, which made Wen Zhaoning laugh, "How do you feel, is it better?" ”

"Fortunately, this period of time is quite stable."

Not humble or arrogant, decent and generous.

Wen Zhaoning secretly compared Qiao An and Li Qinghuan, in terms of appearance, Li Qinghuan is not as dazzling as one-tenth of Qiao An, in terms of ability, Li Qinghuan does not have one-thousandth of her ability.

What's more, she was abandoned by her biological mother from birth.

The more Wen Zhaoning looked at Qiao An, the more satisfied she became, and the more she watched, the more she felt sorry for her.

Thanks to her adoptive parents, she was not left alone and suffered.

It is also thanks to her adoptive parents that she was trained to become a talent.

"That's good." Wen Zhaoning nodded lightly, turned his head, and met Xiao Nuomi's wet gaze.

It seems to be a small glutinous rice that was frozen in place by Ma Ma's words just now.

The dark eyes, bright and bright, looked at her wet, like a poor little Bambi.

Wen Zhaoning asked tentatively, "Can I hug you?" ”

Xiao Nuomi turned her head to look at Qiao An for the first time, and asked in a milky voice, "Ma Ma, is it okay?" ”

"Absolutely."

Xiao Nuomi grinned, and Chong Wen Zhaoning opened two small arms, "Auntie, hug~"

Wen Zhaoning leaned over and hugged the little glutinous rice into his arms, the little guy had a soft milk fragrance on his body, and his body was extremely soft, just like a little glutinous rice dumpling.

"Xiao Nuomi, I'm not an aunt."

"Why?"

"Because ......" Wen Zhaoning thought thoughtfully, she was Mu Jingxi's daughter, so she should be called her uncle.

Can...... If Joan was called her, she would have called her aunt.

Xiao Nuomi puffed out her cheeks and asked softly, "Why, Auntie?" ”

"Because, I am an elder, and I can't be called an aunt. Let's call my aunt. ”

"Auntie?" Xiao Nuomi looked dazed, raised her hand to cover her little head, "What is my uncle?" ”

Receiving her baby daughter's gaze for help, Qiao lowered her eyes with peace of mind, she hadn't told Xiao Nuomi that Mu Jingxi was her father.

Her father's aunt, of course she had to call her aunt.

For now, I have to play dumb.

Wen Zhaoning didn't say it explicitly, but just told Xiao Nuomi that she should be called that.

Xiao Nuomi is a good child, hesitated and tangled for a while, and saw that Qiao An did not object, so he called his uncle.

"Good boy, can you go to the presidential palace with your aunt?"

Xiao Nuomi's eyes were shining, and her two little arms hugged Wen Zhaoning's neck tightly, "Uncle, is the presidential palace the fun place that my uncle said?" ”