Chapter 822: Storytelling
Fortunately, Zhao Wu regained his senses. He shouldn't have done that again.
However, Chu Xintian didn't dare to wash for a long time, and when she thought that there was a very dangerous male creature outside, she quickly came out.
She went back to her room to dry her hair and get ready for bed. At this time, a large and a small figure was seen at the door.
Bai Yongjing was sleepy-eyed, holding the dinosaur doll made by Chu Xintian in his arms: "Mother, I can't sleep at all, I want to hear you tell ...... story."
Chu Xintian didn't believe Bai Yongjing's words. He can't open his eyes and can't sleep?
Not Zhao Wu. He dragged his son out of bed, right?
With a hint of anger on her face, she was waiting for Zhao Wu.
Bai Yongjing saw Chu Xintian staring at Zhao Wu again, and hurriedly said, "Mother, father also wants to hear this story, so I invited him here."
The muscles on Chu Xintian's face pulled out, what the hell? Zhao Wu is a big guy. What are the children's stories?
Can you find a high-level justification and excuse?
Zhao Wu reached out and touched Bai Yongjing's head. He thought, he really didn't hurt his son in vain. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He also wanted Chu Xintian to match with him. Just now, Bai Yongjing offered to let him go to Chu Xintian's room with him and listen to Chu Xintian's story.
Zhao Wu bent down and held Bai Yongjing in his arms. He strode towards Chu Xintian.
"My son can't sleep. I can't tell this story. I can only bring him to you. ”
Bai Yongjing snuggled in Zhao Wu's arms.
Chu Xintian had to admit that Bai Yongjing should have inherited most of Zhao Wu's genes. When fathers and sons are together, they are really alike.
Even if it's for her son, ask her to tell a story, and she'll tell it.
Chu Xintian came out of Zhao Wu's arms, took Bai Yongjing and hugged him, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Mother, holding me like this, you must be tired and hot. Let's lie down together. It's comfortable. Actually, Bai Yongjing also misses his mother's embrace.
In the past few days, Chu Xintian has been letting him sleep alone. He knew that his mother was for his good and wanted to exercise his manhood.
However, Bai Yongjing is only a six-year-old child and is still very attached to his mother.
"Oh, Mother is holding you." Chu Xintian lowered his head and kissed his son lightly on the forehead.
Zhao Wu stood aside and saw Chu Xintian kissing Bai Yongjing. He couldn't help but be jealous.
Fortunately, Bai Yongjing did not forget Zhao Wu, who was left aside by Chu Xintian. He took Zhao Wu's hand and grabbed him.
"Father, come over too. Let's lie down together......"
Chu Xintian's face was covered with black lines. Before Bai Yongjing could finish speaking, he interrupted his son's words: "No!"
What the hell, this kid still helped Zhao Wu and let that man climb into her bed?
"Can my father sit on the edge of the bed? Mother, I really want to be with my parents...... Bai Yongjing twisted his face, like a poor little ** dog, and looked at Chu Xintian beggingly.
Seeing him like this, Chu Xintian knew how much his son longed for the past two years without his father's love and formed a complete family with his parents.
Chu Xintian could understand that he was in such a mood, and he finally recognized Zhao Wu's father. He must have been worried that Zhao Wu would suddenly disappear as before. This kid is so insecure.
Chu Xintian never drove Zhao Wu away again. He acquiesced in letting him sit on the edge of the bed.
After Zhao Wu sat down, Chu Xintian began to tell Bai Yongjing a story.
"Mother, I want to hear Batman's story today."
"Well... Once upon a time, in Gotham County, there was a little kid named Bruce. When Bruce was very young, one day he was walking down the street with his parents. Suddenly, a group of robbers appeared in front of him. ”