Chapter 1433

Zhao chuning looks at Tang Yi, as if he is considering the credibility of his words. At this moment, little Amy suddenly opened the door and put her head out.

Zhao chuning was stunned and pushed Tang Yi away in embarrassment. Tang Yi has no fluctuation.

Small Yimi small hand holding Zhao chuning's windbreaker, "Mommy, you stay to tell me a story, OK?"

"Mimi."

Little Yimi begged to look up at her head, "uncle can't tell stories, you teach uncle."

Zhao chuning immediately said, "uncle is not interested in learning this, and it is so late..."

"Who says I'm not interested?" Unexpectedly, Tang Yi asked. Zhao chuning was asked speechless for a moment, he chin inside than, "to take a bath."

With that, he didn't care about her any more, and he took little Amy back into the room.

Zhao chuning looked at the big and small figure, or did not give up to go to the door, the result, guess and right. The door was locked by Tang Yi, and she couldn't get out at all.

This man, who just said that she was going to leave, would not keep herself. I don't know when I locked the door.

She had to turn back. To the master bedroom, Tang Yi is holding small Yimi playing on the bed. Little Amy, who had been sleeping for so long, is now quite energetic, sitting on the bed and flipping through the story books. One side of Tang Yi is half squinting, lying, as if at any time will sleep in the past. But when little Amy talked to him occasionally, he would pick up his spirits and answer one or two sentences, so as not to let her talk to herself.

Zhao chuning looked at the scene under the light, his heart throbbed. At the same time, he put down his bag and said, "I don't have pajamas."

Tang Yi raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at the cupboard side, "pick your own."

Zhao chuning is not the first time to wear Tang Yi's clothes, familiar. But tonight she didn't dare to wear his shirt at will. She chose the most conservative suit of trousers.

"I'll take a bath." Zhao chuning went to the bathroom outside with his clothes in his hand.

Little Amy was very happy.

Zhao chuning came back from the bath, just pushed the door open a thin crack, heard little Yimi's voice, "uncle, uncle Luobei said you and mummy are in love, is it true?"

“…… Fake. " Tang Yihui.

This answer, however, is not different from hers. Zhao chuning stood outside and didn't go in immediately.

"Fake?" Little Yimi's voice was very disappointed, "that uncle, you won't be my father?"

Tang Yi is silent. Zhao chuning's eyelashes drooped slightly.

"Uncle, do you like Mommy?" Little Amy asked another question.

Zhao chuning's hand on the doorknob was slightly tight. After a while, Tang Yi didn't make a sound, so she pushed the door and went in. The room, big and small, looked up.

"Mommy." Little Amy called her.

Tang Yi's eyes, in her body balk, eyes color slightly turn deep.

She was dressed in his pajamas, long clothes, and trousers, and wrapped herself so tightly that the button under her neck was fastened tightly. However, his clothes on her body is too big, and the leg of his trousers is rolled up to avoid sweeping on the ground, and his clean and beautiful ankle is exposed outside. His hands were rolled up in his long sleeves, and he could only see his delicate white fingertips.

Long hair in the back of the head at random, strands of loose down, will outline her elegant long neck more delicate.

In the quiet winter night, even if you pack yourself so tightly, you can't stop the temptation that she sends out unintentionally.

Tang Yi's eyes tightened, his eyes became increasingly hot.

What to say is not interested in her body, but the body's most primitive reaction, is to deceive itself.

Zhao chuning feels Tang Yi's line of sight gelatinizes on her body, she only regards as invisible. Little Yimi moved to Tang Yi's side, leaving a piece, and patting with her little hand, "Mommy, here!"

Of course, she didn't go to bed. She just moved a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Mommy, don't you sleep?"

"Give me the story book. Which story do you want to hear?"

"You lie in bed and talk about it." Little Emile again warmly invited.

Zhao chuning turned the book, "Mimi, is this OK?"

Little Yimi looks at Tang Yi for help, hoping that uncle can help to persuade a few words. Tang Yi lay down, one hand pillow in the back of his head, "since she likes to sit and talk, let her sit and talk."

"All right." Small Yimi listen to Tang Yi say so, also no longer reluctantly.

Little Amy seemed to listen to his words.

Zhao chuning has some taste. How can this man please the children? It's not easy to get along with.

"Not yet?" Tang Yi suddenly asked. Zhao chuning returned to his senses and found himself staring at him. She was embarrassed, gave an awkward dry cough, raised her chin, "then I'll start. Don't you want to learn? Listen carefully. "

"All ears."

She glanced at the story book, roughly skimmed the contents, and looked up at the two people in bed.Father and daughter lie side by side on the bed, both eyes are looking at her. Little Yimi's eyes are full of expectations, but Tang Yi's eyes are not deep enough to distinguish emotions.

Zhao chuning slowly opened his lips and told romantic fairy tales. His voice was always much softer than usual.

She was also staring at Tang Yi a little absent-minded, gradually, into the story, told attentively.

Tang Yi lies in bed, listening quietly. As expected, as the child said, she is a good storyteller with soft voice and vivid colors. When it comes to high tide, there will be emotional ups and downs, and the expression on the face is vivid and interesting.

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

After telling the story, Zhao chuning looked up. The bed, big and small, had fallen asleep soundly. She was worried for a moment, and her heart fluctuated a few times. The corners of her lips could not help bending.

She sat there, motionless, and looked at them quietly. I think this scene is magical and moving.

Little Amy is more like her. However, when sleeping like this, father and daughter are really similar. Both of them like to press their hands on their chest, even the curvature of their lips is very consistent.

Her eyes, from the child's face lingered on a circle, unconsciously fell to the child's side of the man.

Even though she complained that he hated him, at this moment, she was grateful from the bottom of her heart that he was willing to be so patient and friendly to xiaoyimi.

She got up, covered them with quilts, and then walked out lightly.

In the hall, there was no light.

The neon lights come out of the window. Zhao chuning curled up, sitting against the window, head to and fro are the children and his pictures.

She was thinking, should she tell him the truth?

But

He is about to get married.

Moreover, the more he likes Mimi so much, the more likely he is to rob her.

Zhao chuning close himself, melancholy more and more deep, entrenched in the bottom of his heart, no place to vent.

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