In a team game of two, she followed him as always.

He laughed at her: "When will you have a better time?" ”

She pouted unconvinced: "Whether you have a good time or not is secondly, I'm here to consume physical strength and time, okay?" ”

"You won." He concluded, smiling.

"Humph!" She raised her chin arrogantly and adjusted her lying position: "I think I have some problems with my eyesight recently." ”

"Don't play for too long. In the future, you can only play a maximum of three rounds per day. ”

"I haven't been playing too long lately." She muttered.

"Obedient."

There was bewitchment in the hoarse voice.

She really obediently responded: "Good! ”

He laughed, "Good! ”

She coughed with a hot face: "I'll go to the next room to search first." ”

"There are still a lot of people in the fishing village, don't run around."

Yuan Fang said angrily: "It's you who persuade me to have fun, and it's you who makes me cringe and follow you, aren't you nakedly embarrassing me!" ”

"Hmm." He seemed to be thinking, "It seems to be a little." But isn't eating chicken alive the most important thing?"

"Well, I'm speechless." She reluctantly compromised.

In this game, when there were two people left, Yuan Fang was cold, and Ji Chongchuan defeated the last person to eat chicken smoothly.

Yuan Fang snorted angrily: "Why don't you save me?" ”

He held his forehead: "If I save you, I will definitely not be able to eat chicken, and then you will complain about me, how can I fix it?" I'm just calling it difficult! ”

She smiled and didn't speak.

He didn't talk to her about it, and directly announced: "It's time for you to go offline, hurry up and go to bed." ”

"Wait. I'll send you a voice video. She said.

He thought for a moment and responded, "Okay! But not for too long. ”

She nodded briskly.

She got up and went to the bathroom, because the fetus pressed the bladder, and the number of times she went to the bathroom became more frequent.

Soon, his voice call came.

She waited a few seconds before picking it up, and said in her heart: Look, look, he took the initiative to come to me! It seems that in this way, my heart is much happier.

"Why don't you want to sleep yet? Did you sleep during the day? He asked.

Yuan Fang stuffed some earphones into her ears and folded her hands: "I slept at 12 o'clock last night and was called up for breakfast at 8 o'clock this morning, slept from 10 o'clock to almost 12 o'clock, and slept from 1 o'clock to more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon." ”

He chuckled: "Your life reminds me of some kind of animal. ”

"You're trying to say I'm a pig?" Yuan Fang pursed her lips and made up her mind that if he really said that word, she would definitely be over with him.

"Why do you say it?!" He smiled against his lips.

"You~" Yuan Fang said angrily in shame: "You are a pig, and your whole family is a pig." ”

"Are you sure? Didn't you even scold the child in your belly? ”

"They're mine." She was not convinced.

"Mine too!" He stressed.

"You~ do you want them?" Her voice trembled.

"You will give birth to them, and I promise you that you will raise them, doesn't this tell you, I recognize them?" Any questions? Isn't that the logic so?

She quickly changed the subject, not wanting to end the opportunity to talk to him because of these topics.

She happily touched her lower abdomen and said: "The parenting book says that from the 9th week, the tail of the embryonic stage begins to disappear, and the fetal baby's limbs develop rapidly, and various joints begin to appear, and they can move freely and constantly change their posture. Unfortunately, I can't feel it yet. Do you know? Chongchuan, the ears of the fetus have the ability to hear, bones and muscles are slowly formed, and multiple tissues and organs are developing rapidly. ”

She paused, coughing.

He asked, "Is it a cold?" Got a cold while walking tonight? Wear more clothes when you go out in the future. ”

"Nope!" She sweated profusely, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all, okay, blind ~ nervous! Well, for his sake of being nervous about her, she won't bother with him.

"The book says that babies already have the ability to hear, so..." she continued.

Well? He listened intently, waiting for her so! Wait a minute! She's not going to tell him jokes again, is she?

"So, can you tell us a bedtime story every day?" She closed her eyes and supported the words with a strong heart.

His head is black, and he will tell some bedtime stories somewhere.

He refused: "Are you kidding?!" ”

She couldn't be more serious, and her expression was solemn: "I'm serious." ”

He choked, "I won't." ”

"No, you have to learn." She gave him back what he had said.

He looked up to the sky and sighed, and slammed his fist on the couch cushion.

After not hearing the voice from the other side for a while, Yuan Fanghu asked suspiciously: "Chongchuan, are you still there?" ”

He replied sadly: "Yes! ”

He leisurely added, "Y-what story do you want to hear?" ”

He compromised for the sake of the little one in her belly.

He opened the web page and searched for "bedtime stories" in a somewhat depressed mood.

"Is it okay for the daughter of the sea?" He asked, flipping through the webpage.

"Not good! In the story, the daughter of the sea saved the prince, saw his face and fell in love with him, but the prince did not know, thinking that he was saved by the princess of a country, and the prince fell in love with the princess, even if the daughter of the sea experienced the pain of becoming a human, she did not exchange the love of the prince back, and in the end, in order to fulfill the prince's love, she turned into a bubble and disappeared into the sea. I will be sad to hear such a sad story. She replied eloquently.

He continued to flip through the pages good-naturedly: "What about the story of Snow White? ”

"I've listened to it countless times, I've spoken it countless times, and I don't want to hear it!" She muttered.

He took a deep breath, he praised his patience with her, and continued to ask, "Little Bear learning art?" ”

"I haven't heard of this, but I can."

She finally relented, and he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the web page, and began to speak word by word.

Under his narration, the story ended in just two minutes.

She commented: "It's an advantage to have a good voice, but it's too emotionless, and besides, the story is too short, we still have to listen to it." ”

He gritted his teeth, and the sentence "We still have to listen" was used by her superbly, and he was pinched to death. He continued to rummage in frustration: "Hard monkey, listen to Ha, the monkey mother has..."

She sneered.

He was annoyed: "Where did I say it wrong? ”

"No, no!" She waved her hands again and again, covered her mouth, rubbed her stomach and held back a smile, listening to him tell fairy tales one after another.

When she was a child, she heard Yuan's father and Yuan's mother tell her children's stories, and she also listened to teachers tell her when she was studying, and she heard her colleagues tell stories when she was working.

This was already the third fairy tale he had told her, and he yawned sleepily: "It's time to sleep!" ”

She pouted: "I'm not sleepy yet!" ”

....

He was silent for a moment, he still has to go to work tomorrow, and he has to take care of a person who can sleep all day tomorrow, who can rescue him?

"Then I'll tell you one more." He accepted his fate.

"Hmmm! The story you tell is much better than just now, the emotions are substituted into it, and the voice is good, it is simply the level of dubbing. She nodded, not forgetting to give a good compliment.

He didn't believe it at all: "Come less." ”

"It's true!" There was sincerity in her voice.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, still happy in his heart. She's a kindergarten teacher, so isn't she a good storyteller? To get a compliment from her shows that he, well, is indeed speaking well.

He continued to cheer up without much resistance in his heart, striving to tell every story well and substitute his feelings.

As he told one story after another, he felt his mouth dry, and he picked up the cold water on the coffee table and continued.

At first, when he finished speaking, she would happily respond to him: This story is good, and I like this story.

When he finished the 10th story, he waited a long time for her response, and he thought that she must be running out of words and didn't know what words to use to praise him.

He amusefully continued to tell the 11th fairy tale.

This time, there was still no sound.

He listened intently, the sound of soft, shallow breathing.

Oh, so she was already asleep in his story.

He held his forehead, how did he become her story machine? By the way, aren't there a lot of storytelling apps? People's stories are professional, and they are more distinctive than his voice. He still saves saliva. Right! In the future, she wants to ask him to tell her a story, and directly suggests that she open the story app to listen.

He hung up the voice call and stretched.

What made him helpless was that for the next half a month, she pestered him to tell bedtime stories every day, and he doubted that he had almost told the bedtime stories that could be told on the website.

Why didn't he convince her to listen to the story app, he also wanted to know? Why can't you be convinced?