Song Xixi half lay on the bed, let the melon sleep in her arms, pointed to the little characters in the storybook to her, and said in a gentle and slow tone: "Today, godmother told the melon a story about the swan princess and the swan prince......"

Tang Zhihuan sat beside Song Xixi and quietly listened to the story told by Song Xixi.

After the story was told, the little girl had quieted down, and her eyelids slowly drooped.

Song Xixi gently closed the storybook, took away the bottle held by the little girl, and patted her gently: "Okay, our story is finished, the melon is going to sleep, you can see the swan princess and the swan prince when you fall asleep......"

Under Song Xixi's pat, the melon finally fell asleep.

Song Xixi carefully took the child out of his arms and put it in the middle of the bed to cover the quilt.

Tang Zhihuan looked at her, his eyes were a little deep, and he said softly: "No wonder she said that I don't tell a good story." ”

Song Xixi hummed and asked him suspiciously, "How did you talk about it?" ”

Tang Zhihuan picked up the storybook, looked at the words on it, and read it out sentence by sentence.

Song Xixi covered her mouth and smiled, worried that she would wake up the melon.

Although it was still early, the crying before the muskmelon made both of them a little tired, Tang Zhihuan turned off the light and lay down on the side of the bed carefully, worried that if she accidentally woke up the little girl, she would cry endlessly.

After being quiet for a while, when Song Xixi was about to fall asleep, she heard Tang Zhihuan say softly: "Tomorrow night, I'll tell a story to Muskmelon." ”

"Huh?"

"Practice first, and when we have children in the future, we can tell them stories."

"Yu Cha must know that if you torture her girl like this, she will definitely scold you."

The man snorted lightly, cautiously leaned sideways, and looked at Song Xixi: "They can throw the girl to us and give me practice, what's the matter, besides, if this little girl hadn't come over, we would all be giving birth at this time." ”

"......" Song Xixi was a little speechless: "Isn't it only Thursday tomorrow, will you be tired of running back and forth?" ”

"Don't be tired, this little girl only lives in our house for three days, right? I could go on two more times. ”

Song Xixi pinched the quilt for the little girl, and was a little worried about the little girl, she hummed softly, which was in response to Tang Zhihuan.

Sleeping until midnight, Tang Zhihuan suddenly felt cold and breathless.

He touched it with his hand, and found that it was the little girl who rolled into his arms, the little hand covered his nose, Tang Zhihuan wanted to move the person to the middle of the bed, and touched the sheets wet and cold, and the little girl's clothes were also wet.

"......" has a not-so-good premonition.

Tang Zhihuan looked at the light, lifted the quilt, and obviously saw a wet patch on the gray-black sheets.

Song Xixi was awakened by the dazzling light, and while holding his arm to his eyes, he whispered: "It's so late, what are you doing with the lights on......"

"Wake up, the melon is wetting the bed."

"Huh?"

Song Xixi hurriedly sat up, rubbed his eyes, saw the small map on the sheets, and yawned sleepily.

"Give me the child, you change the sheets, I will change the child's clothes, don't catch a cold." Song Xixi got out of bed and took clean clothes to change into the melon, Tang Zhihuan's face was a little heavy, his brows were slightly twisted, and he was obviously not sleep-deprived.

Song Xixi looked at him with some distress, Tang Zhihuan would still get up early tomorrow and rush to the laboratory: "Why don't you sleep in the guest room, you have to go to work tomorrow." ”

Tang Zhihuan went into the bathroom to wash his hands and took a brand new bed sheet to change into.

It had been twenty minutes since she had done all this, and the man glanced at her lightly, lifted the quilt and lay down: "Sleep, you should adapt in advance." ”

Song Xixi couldn't help but smile and lay down again with the sleeping melon in her arms.

The lights were turned off and everything was quiet again.

Long.

The man said, "Song Xixi, you'd better have a girl too." ”

"Why?"

"If it was a son, I would probably beat him."