When Mu Yue heard Xiao Baozi's words, she couldn't help but laugh, "It's not the bad uncle's fault!"

The host nodded, expressing his innocence, "Yes, young master, it's not your uncle's fault. Your father made you stand for ten minutes. It has nothing to do with uncle!"

Little Bun snorted, "Bad uncle, bad father, baby doesn't like you!"

After speaking, the little bun climbed onto Mu Yue's shoulder, and became sulking.

He doesn't like bad uncle or bad father anyway.

"Haha..."

Everyone was amused by Xiao Baozi's cute words.

Originally, Xiao Baozi's strong tenacity made everyone admire him a lot, and they only felt that this year-old little milk baby was simply against the sky.

But now, the cute words of the little bun let them all understand that the little bun is still a little bun, or a one-year-old little milk baby.

Xiao Junyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the host and the little bun.

"Cough cough cough..." The host could only cough a few times to ease the embarrassing atmosphere.

Alas, it is said that women's minds are hard to guess, but children's minds are harder to guess than women's minds! One thinks is one.

Mu Yue smiled and touched Xiao Baozi's head, "Little Baozi, you have to say thank you to your uncle when you took the red envelope. Besides, you can't be called a bad uncle, you know?"

The little bun pouted her little mouth and bargained, "Mom, kiss!"

"Okay!" Mu Yue was a little bit dumbfounded, and kissed Xiao Baozi's wet face.

The little bun showed a smile and said to the host very well, "Thank you, uncle!"

The host just felt flattered, "Ha ha ha, no thanks, no thanks!"

The little bun turned his head and looked at Mu Yue again, and handed the red envelope he was clutching tightly in his little hand to Mu Yue, "For mom!"

Mu Yue smiled and nodded, "Okay, Mom will keep it for you!"

"Give it to mom! No baby!" Little Bun said with a nice wave of his little arm.

Mu Yue laughed. This is the red envelope that the little bun has worked so hard to get. She has to keep it, "Hehe, the little bun is really good, you deserve to be mom’s baby, let’s go, mom will help you rub it, is it still painful? pain?"

"Yeah! It hurts! Mom huh!" Little Bun nodded his little head and said with tears in his eyes.

Mu Yue smiled and took the little bun off the stage, sat in his seat, and helped the little bun rub his chubby calf.

The Mu family and Nangong Linfeng at the same table gave the little bun a thumbs up and expressed their praise.

"Little bun is really amazing!"

"Yes, little bun, you will be my little idol from now on!"

"You deserve to be your mother's son, that's so powerful! He must be even more powerful than your father in the future!"

The little bun, who was praised by everyone, showed a bright smile on his small face, and he shyly plunged into Mu Yue's arms.

Xiao Junyan squinted at the little bun. This stinky boy is really cheap.

The little bun has no more grievances just now. He just feels that leaning on his mother's arms is the most comfortable, softest, and fragrant. It smells so comfortable and he wants to sleep.

After all, it was a long time in the horse stance. The little bun opened his small mouth, his small head was leaning against Mu Yue's arms, and his small eyes closed and closed.

"Going to bed!" Mu Yue looked at the appearance of the little bun and gently patted his back, "I will take the little bun and go to bed first!"

Xiao Junyan got up and left with the little bun, "I'll be with you! I'm full too!"