"Since I don't like to sleep in the guest room, I will sleep with Niannian. ~With~Dream~Small~Say~щ~Suimеng~Lā"

So is this for her to sleep in the children's room?

Song Tian couldn't cry or laugh, hey, forget it, even if she couldn't sleep with him, at least she could sleep with Niannian, she was satisfied.

Thinking of this, Song Tiantian's originally gloomy heart instantly cleared.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower and changed into a set of pink, very cute bear pajamas.

After all, it's sleeping with Nian Nian, not sleeping with Tang Jingyun, so it's true that there is no need to dress so sexy.

After she dried her hair, she returned to the children's room, the colorful room was like a small colorful world, full of innocence and fun, Song Tiantian was lying on the bed with Niannian in her arms, and instantly felt that she was many years younger.

"Auntie, I want to hear the story." Nian Nian leaned on Song Tiantian's lap, stretched out his little hand and pointed to the crystal chandelier above his head, and said sweetly.

"Okay." Song Tiantian casually took a fairy tale book from the bedside and began to tell the story in an extremely rich tone and thoughts.

Nian Nian was completely brought into the story by Song Tiantian, and was amused by her funny and humorous tone for a while, and then was so frightened by her eerie voice that she shrank straight into her arms, and covered her eyes with her little hands, shouting loudly Don't ......

In the children's room, a 'chicken, fly, dog jump' spread outside the door.

Tang Jingyun leaned against a wall, standing there, I don't know how long, listening to the sometimes cheerful, sometimes screaming voices in the room, his lips hooked up a smile.

"Auntie, you tell a good story." After listening to a few stories, he still couldn't get enough of lying in Song Tiantian's arms, biting his little finger.

"Daddy also told me stories, but Daddy told ......" Nian Nian didn't continue, but there was obviously disgust in his tone.

Song Tiantian closed his eyes, remembering the picture of Tang Jingyun telling a story to Niannian.

Well, although the picture is beautiful, but think about Tang Jingyun's usual cold and cold person, how can he tell the joy of painting and coloring in children's stories?

At most, use that formulaic, cold voice to read Nian Nian according to the words on the book.

The clock ticked by, Song Tiantian raised his eyes and glanced at it, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, and he didn't know if Tang Jingyun was asleep now?

Her eyes rolled, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her eyes.

"Niannian, is it okay for Auntie to tell you something?"

"Okay."

Song Tiantian put his lips to Nian Nian's ear and said for a while, and when Song Tiantian finished speaking, Nian Nian nodded violently in agreement.

*

Dead.

Tang Jingyun was still sleepless, he was wearing a black slim pajamas and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He had a cigarette between his fingertips, which was almost burning to the end, until his fingertips were burned by the cigarette butt, and he slowly came back to his senses.

'Bang bang bang' three knocks on the door suddenly rang out.

"Daddy, are you sleeping?" Nian Nian's milk voice shouted at the door at the top of his voice.

It's so late, why does this little girl's voice sound so energetic?..

He frowned slightly, then walked to the door with a long leg.

He opened the door—

The woman in the pink bear pajamas hugged the child who was also wearing the bear pajamas, and both of them appeared at the door with smiling faces.

"Daddy, we're going to sleep with you." Nian Nian said with a wave of his little hand.