Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

She couldn't help sniffing a few more times, and then reluctantly moved her nose away.

If it wasn't because of drinking... something must have happened, I passed out...

Thinking of this, she immediately frowned and shook the other person's body, but she heard the sound of even and deep breathing in her ears, which was no different from usual.

Did he just fall asleep?
She called tentatively: "Xing Kun, President Xing?"

Xing Kun let out a weak "hmm".Immediately, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she glanced at him angrily.

She was clearly asleep, and she pretended to be dying, and if she didn't know, she thought something happened, which made her nervous for a while.

Thinking of this, the idea of ​​sneaking away rekindled in her mind, so she crept under the bed, trying not to make any noise.

Seeing that her feet were about to touch the shoes, at this moment, her arms were suddenly held by someone, and Xing Kun said vaguely: "Don't go, I haven't closed my eyes for two days. , stay here with me for a while."

The voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a strong sense of fatigue in it.

She turned her head to look at him, only to realize that he had two thick dark circles under his eyes. If it wasn't for his good skin, these dark circles would have been ugly to heaven.

"Alas..." She suddenly softened her heart, and looked down at the other party's hand clenched with hers, feeling a little moved in her heart.

Forget it, anyway, I don't have anything else to do when I go back now, so I just treat it as helping the widowed old man and stay here to accompany him.

Thinking of this, she changed into a comfortable position, reached out and grabbed two pillows, one under his neck and one behind her.

Just as she was about to lie down, she suddenly heard the door creak and someone opened it.

A pair of clear little eyes appeared from the crack of the door.

She looked over suspiciously, and the owner of those small eyes wanted to leave immediately.

She hastily called him to stop: "Mu Mu, why haven't you slept yet?"

The little hand that wanted to close the door paused for a moment, then hesitated.
Still walked in, saw Xing Kun laying motionless on the bed, and asked cautiously, "Is Dad asleep?"

Seeing his cautious and cute look, Su Luobai couldn't help but smile on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled the little guy to his side, touched the top of his hair: "Yes, Dad is too tired, let's whisper Just don't wake him up."

The little guy nodded seriously, and then asked hesitantly, "Dad... didn't hit you?"

"Hit me?" Su Luobai was a little confused for a while, so she looked at the little guy and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Luo Luo pursed her lips: "I think my father would always get angry when he showed this expression tonight. The last time a tutor aunt we hired at home wanted to hug me, so my father scolded me back with this expression. I think Dad's expression today is even scarier than last time, so I thought..."

"So that's the case." It seems that Xing Kun really can't touch Mu Mu. Fortunately, he and Mu Mu get along well, so the beating is not in vain.

The two were talking, Su Luobai subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and found that it was already eleven o'clock.

She frowned, and then said softly to Mu Mu, "It's too late today, shall we play later? Mu Mu, go to sleep now."

I thought the child would just obey and go to sleep, but I didn't expect that Mu Mu lowered her little head, her eyelashes covered her eyes with long eyelashes, casting a small shadow, looking a little disappointed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Mu Mu took a peek at her, then whispered, "Dad used to tell me bedtime stories every night..."

Hearing this, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Xing Kun who was still asleep on the bed, and sighed.

She really couldn't bear to let the child down, so she patted Mu Mu's little shoulder: "Then let me tell you a story tonight, okay?"

The little guy's eyes lit up immediately: "Is it really possible?"

The smile on her lips was even more gentle: "Of course, Mu Mu can find a book she likes."

"Okay!" The little guy immediately cheered, but he was afraid of waking up his father, so he lowered his voice and smiled secretly. His high-spirited appearance looked like an elf who had fallen into the mortal world.

Not long after, the little guy found three story books. Although they were normal-sized books, they seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties when he held them. He could only hold them tightly with both hands, and staggered in.

"Auntie, I've found it!" Mu Mu shouted in a breathy voice, probably because her hands had distracted her strength, and she gasped a few times, speaking intermittently.

When she turned her head and saw such a naive look, she loved it but couldn't bear it, so she quickly reached out to take it.

The paperback book in the collection is indeed heavy in the hand. This weight is indeed very heavy for a child, and it is no wonder that Mu Mu looked so exhausted just now.

She stretched out her hand and flipped through these books, all of which were very classic bedtime stories, including Leard's "The Nightingale and the Rose", "The Happy Prince", and Saint-Jacques Perry's "The Little Prince".

Looking at these books, she felt a little sore in her heart.When she was young, a very kind maid in the family often used these books as bedtime stories, told her, and accompanied her to sleep.Until now, she even remembers every word of these stories, like the sunshine lingering in her heart, which lasts for a long time.

"Auntie, are you okay?" Mu Mu's worried voice came, and Su Luobai came back from her thoughts, and smiled quickly: "It's okay, Auntie just remembered that Auntie often listened to it when she was young." These stories."

Mu Mu nodded, then held a cup in both hands and handed it to her.

Su Luobai was stunned, staring at the light yellow liquid dangling in the cup, not knowing when he brought it.

As if seeing her doubts, the little guy raised a pure smile: "This is the honey water I made specially for my aunt. Dad said honey is good for the throat, so he bought it for me. I didn't give it to anyone. But, Auntie is the first one!"

That little proud expression seemed like he had done something amazing and was trying his best to claim credit.

She couldn't help pinching that little face again: "Thank you."

The little guy smiled and climbed onto the bed very skillfully, took off his coat, got into the bed, put his little head on the bedside and looked at her, waiting for her to tell him a story.

She also took off her coat, and got into bed with the little guy, but Xing Kun, who was already sound asleep, was still lying in the middle of the bed. She was afraid of waking him up, so she shrank her legs, took the little guy into her arms, and told stories softly.

After a while, when she read that the rose thorn had pierced Nightingale's body, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. She stopped and found that the little guy had already fallen asleep, babbling from time to time, as if doing something sweet. Dream.

She quietly placed a kiss on Mu Mu's head: "Good night, sweet dreams."