The sound insulation effect of the bathroom is very good, only the sound of rushing water can be heard outside the shower, and the shower is turned off after taking a shower, and Song Xixi can vaguely hear the cry of the melon.

She quickly got dressed and came out with a dry towel wrapped around her hair.

Muskmelon sat on the bed, crying so much that her little face was red, Tang Zhihuan took a tissue to wipe her tears, helpless, and saw Song Xixi come out of the bath and immediately cast a look for help.

Song Xixi hurriedly walked to the side of the bed and hugged the little girl into her arms: "Muskmelon, why are you crying, isn't it time to sleep?" ”

"Woo woo, I miss my father and mother, I want my father to tell me a story......" The little girl cried very sadly, and she was a little choked when she spoke, Song Xixi took a tissue from Tang Zhihuan and gently wiped her tears.

"Didn't Uncle Tang tell you a story, and the melon also promised his parents to stay at his godmother's house for a few days, and wait for his parents to pick you up, okay?"

"Don't, I want Mom and Dad, I want Mom and Dad to tell stories and sleep, godmother, you call Mom, Muskmelon misses her......"

Song Xixi looked at the little man with tears on his face distressed, and glanced at Tang Zhihuan: "Didn't you tell a story to coax her to sleep?" ”

Tang Zhihuan was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said in a calm tone: "I told it according to the storybook, but the little girl said that I didn't speak well, so I insisted on my parents telling it." ”

He thought it was strange that the first time he told a bedtime story to a child, he cried when he didn't fall asleep.

He's not telling a horror story.

Song Xixi coaxed the melon: "Don't cry, let's call my mother first, let them tell you a story, and coax you to sleep, okay?" ”

Song Xixi took his mobile phone and sent a WeChat video to Yu Cha.

Muskmelon heard the ringtone of the WeChat video, the crying gradually became smaller, his eyes were red, and he sobbed occasionally, looking very pitiful.

She stared at Song Xixi's phone motionlessly.

The bell rang for more than a minute, and there was no answer from the other side.

Song Xixi changed the phone, and after a few busy sounds, a cold customer service voice came: "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please ...... later"

The melon's mouth flattened, and tears were about to flow out.

Song Xixi hurriedly stopped: "Muskmelon is good, let's call Dad, Mom's mobile phone may be out of battery." ”

Song Xixi dialed Shi Yixiao's phone again, but no one answered: "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please dial ...... later"

"They probably know that the little girl will make trouble at night, and the phone is turned off." The man sitting on the bed said a word.

......There was a trace of embarrassment in the air, Song Xixi looked at Tang Zhihuan's eyes, and before she could say anything, the little girl in her arms cried out.

Tang Zhihuan: "......" is a little tired.

"Woo woo, I want Mom and Dad ......"

"Good girl, melon ...... good" Song Xiren coaxed gently, and glanced at the man sitting on the edge of the bed still holding a storybook: "Go and make another 100 ml of milk." ”

Tang Zhihuan immediately put down the storybook in his hand, put on his shoes and hurriedly went, Song Xixi walked around the bedroom with a melon, the little girl's crying made her brain buzz, these two-year-old children are different from kindergarten children, and they don't even talk about reason.

When Tang Zhihuan came back from soaking milk, the melon was already tired of crying, his eyes were watery, and tears would flow out if he was not careful.

Tang Zhihuan is a little far away, and the children are really a little unable to cope with it.

Song Xixi took the bottle and tried the temperature before giving it to the melon.

The little girl drank milk, and her mood stabilized a little, Song Xixi coaxed softly: "Muskmelon doesn't cry, you listen to my godmother, Mom and Dad went to Hainan, and their mobile phone may be wet with seawater, so they can't answer the phone, wait for Mom and Dad's mobile phone to be repaired tomorrow, and then call Muskmelon, okay?" ”

"After drinking the milk, my godmother will tell you a story to coax you to sleep, and tomorrow my parents will send a video to the melon."

The melon's big eyes stared at Song Xixi, and for a long time, he nodded aggrievedly.