Tang Zhihuan responded.

took the towel that Song Xixi had used to wipe the little girl's hair before and continued to absorb the moisture on the little girl's hair, and when the hair was no longer dripping, he turned on the blow dryer and tried the mid-range temperature with his palm, which was neither hot nor cold.

"Muskmelon, is this temperature okay?"

The little girl nodded like a chicken eating rice: "Well, you can!" ”

Hearing the melon's affirmative answer, Tang Zhihuan started to blow her hair.

The child's hair is soft and soft to the touch, like the hair of a cat.

Tang Zhihuan's heart gradually softened, especially at his angle, the little girl lowered her head slightly, so that he could blow his hair, he could see her fair forehead and curly eyelashes, baby fat on her cheeks, and her little mouth seemed to be talking, opening and closing was very cute.

This little girl is really cute when she's not crying.

His hair was dry, and the melon raised his head and showed Tang Zhihuan a sweet smile: "Thank you, Uncle Tang!" ”

"You're welcome." The man's voice was gentle, and he moved his hand to rub her blow-dried hair.

The melon consciously opened his arms towards Tang Zhihuan and let him sleep on the bed.

Tang Zhihuan put the hair dryer on the sofa, bent down to pick her up, gently put her on the bed, picked up the storybook on the bedside table, and said gently: "Is it okay for Uncle Tang to tell you a bedtime story?" ”

The little girl frowned, and shook her head very truthfully: "Don't!" ”

"Why not, Uncle Tang will speak better today than yesterday."

"Don't, Dad said that he would tell stories to Muskmelon at night, Uncle Tang, you bring your godmother's mobile phone, and there are stories told by Dad on your godmother's mobile phone."

Song Xixi's mobile phone was charged in the living room, Tang Zhihuan asked the little girl to sit obediently on the bed and not move, he got up and went to the living room.

The phone was fully charged, and the man unlocked it with his fingerprint.

clicked on WeChat, and Shi Yixiao sent two videos.

He didn't rush back to the bedroom, his long eyes swept in the direction of the bedroom, the door was ajar, blocking the view from the bed.

Tang Zhihuan sat down on the sofa and clicked on the video of Shi Yixiao.

The background is in the hotel, Shi Yixiao is facing the camera, holding a children's storybook in his hand, the pictures and characters on the storybook are also facing the camera, Shi Yixiao smiled very gently: "Baby, isn't it time to sleep now, today Dad will tell you the story of the bear and the little rabbit you want to hear......

Tang Zhihuan looked at it seriously, and when he wanted to watch it again after reading it for the first time, there was a pair of cold little hands on his neck, and the hair towel in front of Song Xixi's forehead was not wrapped, and the water dripped on the back of Tang Zhihuan's hand.

"You study first."

Tang Zhihuan coughed, brushed off the water on the back of his hand, and stood up: "Is the melon in a hurry?" ”

"She thought you couldn't find my phone, and just wanted to climb out of bed and was seen by me, so I asked her to sit down obediently and come out to make her milk."

"Well, you go make milk, and I'll tell the little girl a story."

“……”

Song Xixi winked at him, Tang Zhihuan looked directly at her, and said righteously: "As an older sister, it is appropriate for Muskmelon to make a small contribution to his younger brothers and sisters." ”

"She's not our child."

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her: "You are her godmother." ”

Song Xixi watched Tang Zhihuan go to the bedroom, sighed silently for the melon in his heart, and went to the kitchen to make milk for the little girl.

When the milk was warm, she turned off the light and went to the bedroom.

Tang Zhihuan sat on the bed and confronted the little girl: "Listen to Uncle Tang's stories at night, Uncle Tang's stories are also good." ”

"No, I just want my dad."

"You believe Uncle Tang again, okay?"

"No, I want my dad."

Song Xixi stood at the door and laughed out loud at this scene.

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her coldly and asked her to come over and give him the milk.

"Little girl, if you want to drink milk, you have to listen to Uncle Tang's story."