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Chapter 1486: Sleeping (1)

Zhao Chuning looked at Tang Yi, and seemed to have some credibility in his words. At this moment, Xiao Yimi suddenly opened the door and ran out of her head.

Zhao Chuning stunned and pushed Tang Yi awkwardly. There was no fluctuation on Tang Yi.

Xiao Yimi held Zhao Zhaoning's trench coat in her little hand, "Mum, you stay and tell me a story, okay?"

"Mimi."

Xiao Yimi begged her head and looked at her, "Uncle doesn't tell stories, so you teach uncle."

Zhao Chuning immediately said: "Uncle is not interested in learning this, and it is already so late ..."

"Who says I'm not interested?" Tang Yi unexpectedly asked. Asked for a moment, Zhao Chuning was silent, and he ran down to compare with him, "Go to take a shower."

With that said, he didn't care about her any more, holding Xiao Yimi back into the room.

Looking at the large and small figures, Zhao Chuning still walked to the door unwillingly. As a result, he guessed right. The door was locked by Tang Yi again, and she couldn't go out at all.

This person just said that she was leaving and would not stay by herself. I don't know when the door was locked.

She had to turn back. To the master bedroom, Tang Yi was holding Xiao Yimi in bed. Xiao Yimi had slept so long before, but now she was quite energetic, sitting on the bed and flipping through the storybook. Tang Yi on the side was squinting, lying down, as if he would sleep at any time. But when Xiao Yimi occasionally talked to him, he would cheer up a sentence or two, so as not to let her talk to herself.

Zhao Chuning looked at the scene under the light, and his heart was restless. For a moment, I also dismissed the thought of leaving, dropped my bag, and said, "I don't have pajamas."

Tang Yi raised his eyelids lazily and glanced over the cabinet, "Choose it yourself."

It's not the first time that Zhao Chuning has worn Tang Yi's clothes. But she didn't dare to wear his shirt tonight, picked it up, and picked the most conservative set of long trousers.

"I'm going to take a shower." Zhao Chuning went to the outside bathroom holding his clothes.

Xiaomi is particularly happy.

When Zhao Chuning returned from the shower, he just pushed the door open a thin slit, and heard Xiao Yimi's voice, "Uncle, Uncle Luo Bei said that you and Mummy are in love, is it true?"

"... fake." Tang Yihui returned.

This answer does not differ from hers. Zhao Chuning stood outside and didn't go in immediately.

"Fake?" Xiao Yimi was disappointed in his tone. "That uncle, you won't be my father?"

Tang Yi was silent. Zhao Chuning's eyelashes are slightly drooping.

"Uncle, do you like Mommy?" Xiao Yimi asked another question.

Zhao Chuning put his hand on the doorknob slightly tighter. After waiting for a while, Tang Yi didn't say anything, she pushed in the door herself. The room was large and small, and they looked up.

"Mummy." Xiao Yimi called her.

Tang Yi's gaze was patrolling on her body, her eyes darkened slightly.

She wore his pajamas and long trousers and wrapped herself tightly, even the button under her neck was fastened tightly. It was just that his clothes were too big on her, and the legs were rolled up so that they would not be swept to the ground, and the clean and beautiful ankles were exposed. Both hands were wrapped in long sleeves, and only white fingertips could be seen.

The long hair tucked away behind her head, the strands of hair scattered away, and the more delicate her long neck was outlined.

On a quiet winter night, even if she wrapped herself so tightly, she could not stop the temptation she inadvertently emitted.

Tang Yi's eyes tightened, his eyes became hotter.

There is no interest in her body, but the most primitive reaction of the body is to lie to herself.

Zhao Chuning felt that Tang Yi's gaze was gelling on her, and she just saw it as missing. Xiao Yimi moved to Tang Yi, and vacated a piece. She patted her hand, "Mummy, here!"

Of course she didn't go to bed, just moved a chair and sat down beside the bed.

"Mum, don't you fall asleep?"

"Give me the storybook, which story do you want to hear?"

"You talk in bed!" Xiao Yimi again warmly invited.

Zhao Chuning flipped through the book, "Mimi, is this good?"

Xiao Yimi asked Tang Yi for help, and hoped his uncle would help him to persuade him. Tang Yi lay down contentedly with one hand behind his head, "Since she likes to sit and talk, let her sit and talk."

"Okay." Xiao Yimi listened to Tang Yi's words and no longer reluctantly.

Xiao Yimi seemed to listen particularly to his words.

Zhao Chuning has a taste. How could this person please the child? Obviously not a good person.

"Don't tell me yet?" Tang Yi asked suddenly. Zhao Chuning turned to God, only to find that he was staring at him and gone. She was embarrassed, cried awkwardly, raised her chin, "Then I started. Don't you want to learn, listen carefully."

"Listen to your ears."

She glanced at the storybook, glanced through the contents, and looked up at the two people in bed.

The father and daughter lay side by side on the bed, both eyes looking at her. Xiao Yimi's eyes were full of expectations, but Tang Yi's eyes were bottomless and he couldn't distinguish his emotions.

Zhao Chuning slowly opened her lips and told romantic fairy tales. Her voice was always softer than usual.

She was originally stared at by Tang Yi a little absently. Gradually, after integrating into the story, she focused her attention.

Tang Yi lay on the bed and listened quietly. Sure enough, like the child said, she is a storyteller, her voice is soft, and her voice is beautiful. When it comes to the high tide, there will be emotional ups and downs, and the expression on the face is lively and interesting.

With her soft voice, he calmed down gradually, as if tired, his heavy eyelids closed slowly.

After telling the story, Zhao Chuning looked up. The bed was large and small, and she had fallen asleep suddenly. She had a moment's twitch, her heart fluctuated a lot, and her lips couldn't help bending.

She sat there without moving, so she looked at them both quietly. I actually felt this scene was magical and moving.

Xiaomi is indeed a little more like her. However, when I fell asleep like this, my father and daughter really looked alike. Both people like to press their chests with their hands, and the radians of the lips are consistent.

Her eyes lingered on the child's face and fell unconsciously to the man next to the child.

Even though she resented him and hated him, at this moment, she was grateful that he was willing to treat Xiao Yimi so patiently and kindly.

She got up, covered the quilt for both of them, and then went out lightly.

In the hall, there was no light.

Neon windows rose from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhao Chuning curled up, sitting by the window, the pictures of the child and him shaking back and forth in his mind.

She was thinking, should she tell him the truth?

but……

He is about to get married soon.

Moreover, the more he liked Mimi so much, the greater the chances of grabbing her with her.

Zhao Chuning squeezed himself tighter, deeper and deeper.