The little girl blinked, and looked at Song Xixi with some grievances: "Godmother, Uncle Tang, he bullied me." ”

“……”

Song Xixi couldn't help but smile, took off his shoes and climbed into bed to hold the melon into his arms, and explained gently: "Muskmelon, Uncle Tang won't bully you, so you can reluctantly listen to Uncle Tang's story, because Uncle Tang wants to tell a story to the melon, and Uncle Tang likes the melon very much." ”

"Reluctantly?"

The man glanced at Song Xixi, there was some danger in his eyes, but he just muttered softly, and handed the bottle to the little girl: "Muskmelon, if you are willing to listen to your uncle's story, tomorrow your uncle will take you to the amusement park, there are marshmallows in the amusement park, as well as bumper cars, merry-go-rounds, ......"

"I'm going to an amusement park!" With longing in his eyes, the melon crawled into Tang Zhihuan's arms, happily as if he could ride the merry-go-round immediately.

The man smiled triumphantly: "Then the melon listens to the story that my uncle tells you, okay?" ”

The little girl thought about it, and her tone was really a bit of what Song Xixi said reluctantly: "Okay, Uncle Tang, you can talk about it." ”

“……”

Tang Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief, silently relieved, hugged the little girl and lay down well, covered the quilt, and then took out the storybook from yesterday.

This time, like Song Xixi last night, he let the melon also see the comics in the storybook, and read slowly: "Today we will ...... the second story, the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs."

Tang Zhihuan read softly, the little girl in her arms drank milk, quietly, and her eyelids sank after a while, and before the story was finished, the little girl fell asleep.

Tang Zhihuan put down the storybook and looked at the little girl in his arms gently, her cheeks were powdery, and she slept peacefully.

"How am I today, Muskmelon fell asleep listening to my story."

"Ha-" Song Xixi also yawned and rubbed his somewhat sore eyes: "It's too hypnotic, I'm sleepy too." ”

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her lightly, gently put the little girl in the middle of the bed, put the bottle on the bedside table casually, and only turned off the light after Song Xixi lay down.

In the dark, the man felt a little strange.

Before he finished his story, the little girl fell asleep, did she listen to his story?

"Hey?"

"Huh?" Song Xixi was extremely sleepy and sighed softly.

"Bedtime stories not only let children slowly fall asleep in the sound of stories, but more importantly, help children improve their comprehension skills and promote children's intellectual development, right?"

"Hmm."

"That little girl didn't finish listening to my story, why did she sleep?"

Song Xixi opened her eyes, yawned again, and discussed with Tang Zhihuan: "Husband, I am a kindergarten teacher, in the future, the task of our children's bedtime stories will be handed over to me, and we can divide the work to take care of the children." ”

"Why?" Watching the little girl gradually fall asleep in his arms, he enjoyed this feeling very much, especially when it was his own child lying in his arms in the future.

"Because you can tell bedtime stories, it only has a hypnotic effect."

“……”

Song Xixi waited for a while, didn't hear Tang Zhihuan's response, and thought that Tang Zhihuan was asleep, so he tightened the quilt and closed his eyes.

The man sleeping on the other side of the bed sighed after a long time.

But optimistically, he still has time to learn.

Now Song Xixi is not pregnant, and when the child listens to bedtime stories, it will be two or three years old, and he can learn slowly.

Thinking like this, the man's heart is much more comfortable.

Tang Zhihuan moved into the bed, wrapped his long arms around the little girl and Song Xixi, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.