Chapter 961

Song Xiaoya gets up angrily and gives way to his bedside position. He has no good way: "you are powerful, you come to coax him!"

Does he think it's so easy to take care of his son?

He has never taken care of children, so I don't know how difficult it is to deal with children now!

Mu Junhao shook his head helplessly and sighed.

He knew what she had misunderstood, but now was not the time to explain.

Mu Junhao came to the bedside, opened the quilt on Song Ruiqi's head, looked at his son's red nose, angry and funny.

He leaned over and whispered in Song Ruiqi's ear, "son, don't cry. Wait a minute. Will daddy tell you a story?"

Song Ruiqi immediately stopped crying. She rolled aside and said, "Daddy, you should sleep here."

Smell speech, Mu Junhao light voice a smile, took off slipper to go to bed.

He continued to gather in Song Ruiqi's ear and whispered, "what kind of story do you want to hear? Can daddy tell it to you quietly?"

"Good!" Song Ruiqi's tears haven't dried yet. She immediately covers her face and smiles. She learns from Mu Junhao and answers quietly in Mu Junhao's ear.

Song Xiaoya stands on one side, looking at the intimacy of the two people, whispering, and gnashing her teeth in anger.

There are only three people in this room. They are still whispering. Isn't it obvious that she won't hear them?

Song Xiaoya is so angry that she takes care of her son and is abducted by Mu Junhao in just one day.

How to think in the heart, how unbalanced!

They won't allow her to listen. She doesn't want to listen!

She sat down on the sofa in a huff, holding the pillow on the sofa.

Mu Junhao asked the housekeeper to put away the quilt of the guest's bed in order to make her soft to him.

It is clear that he cheated her first. Why did she give in to him?

Song Xiaoya is so proud that she just lies down on the sofa and plans to sleep on it for a night.

The heating is on in the room. It shouldn't be very cold.

However, here she thought, father and son in bed are still whispering.

At that time, it was hard to ignore the cheerful voice.

The more song Xiaoya doesn't want to listen to herself, the more her ears are constantly scratching her heart and lungs.

What are they talking about?

Won't Mu Junhao speak ill of her?

Will my son tell the story of her being abroad?

The more I think about it, the more I can't sleep.

Mu Junhao looked up at the people on the sofa, raised his thin lips, and reached out to lower the temperature of the heating in the room.

Song Xiaoya thought she could survive, but the temperature in the room was getting colder and colder. She could not help shivering.

Looking at the thermometer on the wall, the room is only five degrees.

Mu Junhao saw her curled up and said in Song Ruiqi's ear, "son, your mother looks very cold!"

"Well?" Song Ruiqi immediately turns over and looks at Song Xiaoya sleeping on the sofa.

He just nestled in daddy's arms, did not feel the slightest cold, opened the quilt to find that the room was so cold.

All of a sudden, he was so distressed that he yelled at Song Xiaoya anxiously: "Mommy, come to bed quickly! You'll catch a cold like this

Song Xiaoya didn't fall asleep. Hearing song Ruiqi's voice, she looked up at him.

"Reggie, go to sleep. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"You'll catch a cold!" Song Ruiqi moved to Mu Junhao's side and patted his side with her little hand, "Mommy, you sleep here! Hurry up

Song Xiaoya

Her heart was struggling with contradictions.

It's really cold in this room. In addition, if you refuse your son, he will be angry.

She subconsciously looked at Mu Junhao, just as the man's eyes also looked at her.

Across the air, four eyes opposite.

The man hooked the corner of his lips, his eyes full of provocative smile, "Song Xiaoya, you dare not sleep in bed, because of guilty heart? After all... "

At this point, he deliberately pause, magnetic low voice deliberately dragged an ambiguous ending.

With that meaningful expression, song Xiaoya immediately understood what he wanted to say.

He must have said what she said in the hospital.

Song Xiaoya blushed and interrupted angrily: "who is afraid of who! On the bed, on the bed

With that, she jumped down from the sofa and lay down on the other side of song Ruiqi.

Song Ruiqi immediately covered Mommy with a quilt and said, "Mommy, are you cold?"

"It's not cold." Song Xiaoya's son is really her intimate little cotton padded jacket, and her heart becomes very soft.

Song Ruiqi holds Mu Junhao in her left hand and song Xiaoya in her right hand, putting their hands on his soft stomach.Two hands touch, song Xiaoya like an electric shock in general, hurried back.

But the man's palm came after her, holding her hand, together with her son's hand.

Big hands hold her and her son's hands, three hands tightly together.

Song Xiaoya's heart is pounding, and her heart is beating fast.

Unable to struggle, she simply buried her face in the pillow.

But the pillow was full of the smell of men.

Song Xiaoya's face is more red, and even dare not breathe too loud.

In this case, we can only pretend to sleep with our eyes closed.

Mu Junhao saw her calm down, gently hooked her lips, and said to her excited and sleepless son, "Ruiqi, you close your eyes first, and then daddy will tell you a story."

"Good."

Daddy's story is wonderful, and Mommy's story is just a few back and forth, which he can recite for a long time.

Song Ruiqi closed her eyes, listened to the low and beautiful voice in her ear, and gradually fell asleep.

Even if he fell asleep, he had a satisfied smile on his little face, and his two white hands held his hands tightly.

Mu Junhao's heart became as soft as a sponge, and his eyes were as soft as water. He said in a soft voice, "good night, son!"

And song Xiaoya is too tired, with his son listening to Mu Junhao's low voice, just like listening to a lullaby, his eyelids gradually become heavy.

Sleeping in a daze, she felt like she was in a warm embrace.

It's so comfortable. It's like the sun in winter.

She rolled over lazily, her little head arched into her warm arms.

There is only a wall lamp on in the room. The yellow light shines on the white face of the woman, and the man's eyes become very soft.

Her little white hand reached over and encircled his waist.

Her face was buried in his arms, her mouth opened and closed, and the warm breath sprayed on his chest.

Mu Junhao's body immediately tensed up, sexy Adam's apple rolling up and down, even his eyes became dim.

Song Xiaoya wakes up with Mu Junhao's kiss. She is so sleepy that she suddenly dreams of a dog licking her neck.

It's warm and itchy.

But soon, she felt something was wrong.