"Yes."

Aunt Pei glanced at the drunken Si Nian and hurriedly went into the kitchen.

was put on the bed, but Si Nian struggled to get up, grabbing Zhan Muqing's hand and refusing to let go.

"My head hurts......"

Seeing the tiredness on her face, Zhan Muqing frowned, hugged her in his arms, and reached out to rub her temples.

Si Nian lay meekly in Zhan Muqing's arms, the hot breath from his mouth sprayed on Zhan Muqing's face, and the man's gaze softened a little.

"If you're sleepy, sleep for a while, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

Hearing Zhan Muqing's voice, Si Nian smiled stupidly and said in a daze: "Zhan Muqing, why do you like me, do you fancy my beauty?" ”

Zhan Muqing: "......"

"You say, isn't it ......?"

Si Nian tugged on Zhan Muqing's collar, and was coquettish and cute, "I'll tell you, I won't like you." ”

When the second half of the sentence came out, Zhan Muqing's face instantly darkened, and he stared at her with a displeased expression, "Then who do you want to like?" ”

Si Nian stared at his angry face, laughed, and then spoke softly: "The little fairy has no heart, she won't like people......"

Zhan Muqing: "......"

She was really drunk.

"Okay, don't move, I'll rub your temples for you, or you will wake up enough to bear."

"Hmm...... It's uncomfortable. ”

Si Nian lay in Zhan Muqing's arms, and finally stopped making noise.

Perhaps because Zhan Muqing's movements were too comfortable, Si Nian fell asleep unconsciously.

Aunt Pei happened to come in with decanting soup, and when she saw this scene, she quietly retreated.

Zhan Muqing put Si Nian on the bed, pulled the quilt and gently covered her, seeing that her hand was still holding her clothes, he said softly: "Baby, let go." ”

As if hearing it, Si Nian let go of his hand and closed his eyes obediently.

Looking at Si Nianhong's fluttering little face, the corners of Zhan Muqing's mouth rose, and he couldn't help but kiss her lightly on the lips.

There is also the smell of alcohol.

"Wake up tomorrow, it's enough for you."

Zhan Muqing spoke in a low voice, making sure that she was asleep, before turning off the lamp and turning to leave.

It's just that at the moment when Zhan Muqing closed the door, Si Nian suddenly clenched the quilt with both hands, and subconsciously shouted two words out of his mouth: Ah Zhan!

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Coming out of the bedroom, Zhan Muqing went directly to the next room.

Pushing open the door, Qiqi was kneeling on the ground, his small body lying on the table, as if he was painting.

Zhan Muqing took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw Qiqi graffiti on a piece of colorful paper.

Zhan Muqing frowned, don't tell him that the black man above is him.

"What are you drawing?"

Hearing Zhan Muqing's voice, Qiqi looked back sharply and saw his father standing behind him.

The little guy threw the paintbrush, stood up directly, tugged on Zhan Muqing's trouser leg, and said cutely: "Dad hug ......"

Zhan Muqing took Qiqi into his arms with one hand, staring at her deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mommy ......"

Since Si Nian appeared, Zhan Muqing found that Qiqi had been pestering her for more time than himself.

"Mommy is sleeping, don't bother her."

Zhan Muqing spoke in a low voice and put Qiqi on the bed.

"Hmm."

Qiqi nodded sensibly, then pestered Zhan Muqing and said softly: "Dad tell me a story......"

When Si Nian was there, it was Si Nian who told her.

Zhan Muqing glanced at the storybook next to him, and his face furrowed.

"Lie down."

Zhan Muqing finished speaking in a low voice, leaned on the head of the bed, and opened the storybook.

Qiqi immediately climbed into his arms and grabbed Zhan Muqing's arm with both hands: "I love my father the most......"

The corners of Zhan Muqing's mouth rose, knowing that this girl's kung fu was first-class.

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(Good night, babies, I love you, remember to vote, and update tomorrow at noon.) ）