"What?"

Joan was startled, did she sleep with them?

Looking at her frightened face, I knew that she wanted to be crooked, "I sleep on the sofa and protect you at any time." ”

Saying this, he lowered his head again and pinched Xiao Nuomi's face, "Xiao Nuomi, uncle will protect you and you numbly, believe uncle, okay?" ”

Xiao Nuomi blinked.

I don't know whether to believe it or not to believe it, Mu Jingxi couldn't help but laugh, and pinched her soft little face again.

Now, in his eyes, Xiao Nuomi is like a fragile porcelain doll, and there can be no mistakes.

He looked up, "Xiao Nuomi agreed." ”

The corners of Qiao An's lips twitched slightly, "When did Xiao Nuomi agree, why didn't I hear it?" ”

She blinked.

Joan: "......"

Holding Joan by the shoulder, he led her into the bedroom.

"Instead, we're going back to the guest room."

"The bed in the bedroom is bigger, and you sleep more comfortably." Mu Jingxi maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, "Don't worry, I sleep on the sofa and won't disturb you." ”

Joan has always had high requirements for bedding, but she ...... Mu Jingxi's bed really makes her like it.

Unable to resist this temptation, she had to half-push and half-enter the bedroom.

The mother and daughter were lying on the bed~, I don't know if they had just eaten enough, or if they were frightened by nightmares, Xiao Nuomi didn't know if they refused to sleep.

Mu Jingxi took a storybook, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to tell the story.

Joan glanced at him, "Are you sure you can speak?" ”

"What's so hard about reading according to the book?" Mu Jingxi disagreed, when Qiao An was away, he told Xiao Nuomi bedtime stories.

As it turned out, JoAnn underestimated him.

The man's magnetic voice and unhurried storytelling are particularly fascinating in this quiet bedroom.

Xiao Nuomi lay in Qiao An's arms, and the speed of blinking gradually slowed down.

Finally, the heavy eyelids were closed.

Mu Jingxi lowered his voice and asked, "Asleep?" ”

Joan nodded, "It should be." ”

Putting down the storybook, Mu Jing Xila Gao silk quilt, carefully covered the little glutinous rice, and when she looked at Qiao An with a deep gaze, she had a little more meaning that she couldn't understand, "It's not early, you can rest too." ”

"Hmm."

Turning off the crystal lamp, leaving only two dim wall lamps, Mu Jingxi went to the sofa to lie down.

It was silent, Qiao An could hear the breathing of Xiao Nuomi in his arms, and he could also feel Mu Jingxi's existence.

Seem...... It really adds a sense of security.

She lowered her head, kissed Xiao Nuomi, closed her eyes too, and fell asleep.

The next day, in the morning.

After breakfast, the psychiatrist came to the residence.

The psychiatrist is a middle-aged woman with great affinity, not wearing a white coat, but a light apricot skirt, gentle and generous.

Joan knows that she is a psychiatrist, but she struggles with how to get Xiao Nuomi to contact a psychiatrist.

At this moment, Mu Jingxi beckoned, "Qiao An, come here." ”

Xiao Nuomi, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately stretched out her little paws as soon as she saw that Qiao An was leaving, grabbed the corners of her clothes tightly, raised her little head, and looked at her nervously: "Ma Ma, where are you going?" ”

It is both sad and distressing.

Xiao Nuomi's whole person is very insecure now, Qiao An immediately held her hand, "Xiao Nuomi, Ma Ma will go out for a while and come back soon." ”

"Don't."

Xiao Nuomi shook her head and didn't allow her to go.

Mu Jingxi raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and told the servant to call Mu Shaoxi over.