Zhan Changran was impatient with the child crying, so upset that he couldn't do it, he wanted to pump his hand, how good it was to sleep according to her, why was he bewitched by a ghost and didn't let her sleep, and the ignorant child followed her?

Crying, crying, crying, crying again, magic sounds piercing the ears.

I was so angry that the hot blood rushed straight to my head, my nerves were stretched into a string, I was throbbing and hurting, my chest was stuffy and heavy, and my throat was a little itchy, and I wanted to shout twice to slowly itch.

"Don't call me, okay, let you sleep, don't cry, I can't help but scold you if I cry again." Zhan Changran let go of the hand that was helping her to stand, and said in a suppressed voice, with an obvious rough hoarseness in his originally calm voice.

The child's small body suddenly hugged his withdrawn hand, and hugged it tightly like grasping some life-saving straw, and his favorite bottle was once again thrown on the ground, and he said in a choked milk voice: "Dad, I love you, I love you so much-"

The adult who was bearing the love was silent for a while, and his eyebrows twisted and slowly loosened.

You shouldn't have expectations for such a mentally traumatized child, and after being mentally retarded, you can't talk well, and you probably can't remember what you've done.

"Huh." The man sneered, moistened his itchy throat, took the crib out of the space, ripped the small sugar cube off his hand and put it in, "Okay, don't you want to sleep?" Go to sleep. ”

As soon as Yi Yue got into bed, she was as hot as she was on the bed, and immediately turned over and grabbed the railing, hurriedly stretched her hands, and called her father in a panic and uneasiness.

"Lao Tzu is not in the mood to coax you now, you are so old to sleep by yourself." Zhan Changran took out a cigarette and poked back the child who wanted to do pull-ups with a finger.

Small babies need adults to put them to sleep because their brain nerves are not well developed and they don't have the ability to fall asleep on their own.

Yi Yue looked at Xiao Yu, her physical development was a mess, but her brain development was very good, and strictly speaking, she didn't need to be coaxed to sleep.

Cribs with their own protective force field, noise shielding, shock reduction, sleep monitoring, and temperature adjustment are also expensive in the Federation, and in such a dangerous place, there is such a place to rest, which is all fairy-level treatment.

If it weren't for the high energy consumption of this thing, the energy storage pool is very slow to convert energy through solar energy collection, the little guy should have been sleeping in it, the mattress is soft and comfortable, and it is too late for such a big child to enjoy, what is there to be dissatisfied?

Zhan Changran ignored the federated cub who didn't know how to enjoy, rubbed his fingers, didn't see any flames coming out, his expression was stunned, and he remembered that this planet had recently been forbidden by demons, and his ability couldn't be used.

You don't need an ability, but the space is unblocked, and it's convenient.

Pulling out a lighter and lighting a cigarette, he began to pay attention to his daughter, who was sitting in the crib and looked up at his daughter, who was clutching the bed with extreme anxiety, his body stiff and straight, his pupils dilated, his eyes dilated, and he made a screaming mouth but did not make a sound.

Obviously irritated.

The spark was extinguished in a wisp of smoke, the man inhaled indifferently, and a spicy and pleasant electric current passed through the lung cavity, and he suddenly realized that the little guy had been mentally traumatized in this cradle, and probably would have a psychological shadow on such an environment.

Psychological shadows......

The man was faintly disdainful, his wrist flicked the cigarette away, reached out and hugged the child, stared at a cub who was trembling back to his soul, and felt that the originally stiff little body softened, and he was almost tired under mental pressure, his head was on his arm, and he closed his eyes and hummed.

"What's there to be afraid of, people are dead, even a dead person is afraid that you say you're not funny?" The man pinched her face, didn't care about her reaction, and said to himself: "There are more life-threatening things in the world, are you afraid?" ”