Late at night, Asa Zike was pushed into the luxurious bathroom by several maids, and after taking a bath with great embarrassment, he put on the silk nightdress prepared by the maid and came to the room where Xiao Baozi slept.

Qianzi Ke looked at the pretending to be in the room, and couldn't help but sigh: The place where the president lives is really different.

When I came to the bed, I turned my head to look and saw Mo Baozi sitting leisurely on the bed, holding a pencil to sketch on a piece of drawing paper, Asa Zike sat on the bed curiously, put the little guy in his arms, and said gently: "Baozi, what are you doing?" ”

"No, a sports car structure drawing."

Asa Zike was stunned, and couldn't help but admire in her heart, a three-year-old baby would get these things she wouldn't know, it's just a god!

But in the past few years, she has also gotten used to it, since the bun can speak, she found that the little guy's IQ is abnormally high, not only that, but there are always some strange things in her head, of course, for her, it is strange.

The little guy glanced at the clock, put the drawing paper on the bedside table, and took the woman's hand into the quilt: "Mommy, go to sleep, I have to go to school tomorrow." ”

Asako simply lay down beside the bun and gently rubbed his head: "My bun is so well-behaved, I haven't forgotten to go to kindergarten." ”

The little guy glanced at the woman, rubbed it on the woman's jade neck, and said cutely: "Mommy, sing to me!" ”

"Yes, good. What song do you want to listen to tonight? ”

"Just hum a song 'Canon', I like that tune."

"Okay."

While combing the hair on Xiao Baozi's forehead, Asa Zike hummed softly, and Mo Baozi stretched out very comfortably, which was definitely a supreme enjoyment for him.

Outside the bedroom door, Mozu Beitan opened the door softly, slowly came to the bedside, a melodious female voice came into his ears, the man stopped, slightly sideways, only to see Asa Zike humming a song softly, and the little guy lazily closed his eyes, which was particularly comfortable.

A soft picture of mother and son in love was displayed in front of him, and a trace of an unfathomable smile flashed in the man's dark eyes. Mozu Beitan just wanted to leave, when suddenly his footsteps paused slightly, the tiger's body shook suddenly, and his big hand touched his heart.

Glancing at the mother and son on the bed, he quietly left, and strode back to the bedroom, a slight sweat broke out on his forehead.

Back in the master bedroom, Mozu Beitan lay on the ground, only to feel that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and the piercing pain from his chest made his tall and majestic body curl up, and his hands pressed his heart fiercely.

The man closed his eyes in pain, his face almost pale, and clenched his fists and grunted.

When the song was finished, Asa Zike lowered his eyes and looked at the Zhengxiang bun sleeping in his arms, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a beautiful arc, and lowered his head and kissed him lightly on his forehead.

Slightly sideways, just wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but suddenly heard a faint roar, Asa Zike sat up suddenly, listened carefully, and there was no movement.

In the master bedroom, which is only separated by a wall, Mozu Beitan gritted his teeth and tried hard not to let the voice overflow, "Bang! With a thud, the fist slammed into the carpeted floor.

The pain that hurt into the bone marrow made the man clench his dark eyes, and his big hand rubbed his heart hard, unable to control: "Ah-"

Quan Yiling said that the sound insulation effect of this room is the best, and Mozu Beitan is also relieved, and his roar will not be transmitted.

As soon as Asa Zike lay down, he heard the man's painful roar again, frowning slightly, that voice was so familiar.....

The woman got out of bed and quietly walked to the bedroom door, and as soon as her hand touched the handle, suddenly a heart-rending roar came from next door: "Ah————hhhhhhh

Asakko's eyes widened violently, and this time, she listened really well, and hurriedly walked out of the bedroom door. I opened the door of the next room, heard the sound and left, and walked to the back room to see a man lying quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, under the illumination of the moonlight.