Chapter 1446

"I... I'm fine," Mo ziyao said, shaking his head. "It's getting late. Ziyan, you should go to bed."

"But I've just finished eating and don't want to sleep." yeziyan pouted his small mouth, which looked very cute.

Mo ziyao was a little difficult.

After thinking about it, he said, "shall I tell you a story? Anyway, I have to go back to my room first and can't eat any more."

If the little girl doesn't go back to her room, she will quarrel to go out for a walk.

After this walk, I don't know when I can calm down and sleep.

Mo ziyao, as the "bodyguard" of yeziyan, naturally cares about her very much. During the days when Uncle Ye and aunt xiaonuan are not in Longcheng, he must take good care of the little girl for them.

"All right." yeziyan nodded reluctantly and promised to come down.

In fact, she doesn't like listening to the stories told by brother ziyao very much. She has been tired of listening to them since she was a child.

However, she liked listening to brother ziyao's voice very much. When she listened, her heart calmed down and the whole world seemed to be quiet

Every time ziyao coaxed her to sleep, she always slept more soundly than usual.

Yeziyan was embarrassed to tell Mo ziyao this. She didn't want ziyao's brother to know that she occasionally used him as a "sleeping" medicine.

"Well, then go back to the room." Mo ziyao spoiled and rubbed the head of Yezi's cigarette.

The servants came to pick up the leftover snacks, while Mo ziyao returned to his room with yeziyan.

Ziyan's room is pink blue, and there are several lovely dolls at the head of the bed.

After washing, she picked up a dolphin doll, put it on the pillow and closed her eyes: "brother ziyao, what story are you going to tell me today?"

Mo ziyao glanced at the dolphin doll in her hand and thought about the cableway: "daughter of the sea."

"No," yeziyan shook his head, "I've heard this many times. How about changing it?"

Mo ziyao naturally wouldn't refuse. He thought about it and said seriously, "but I've said all the stories. There's nothing you haven't heard."

When the little girl was young, he often told her stories.

Later, he was on the "blacklist" of the night's house. He couldn't get close to the little girl, so he didn't have such a chance again.

Mo ziyao did not expect that one day he could disappear from the "blacklist" of the night home.

In the future, he should cherish the opportunity to get along with the little girl. After all, who knows if the three at night will suddenly look at him and put him on the blacklist again?

"Brother ziyao, would you like to tell me a new story?" Ziyan suggested.

Mo ziyao: "

His worst is Chinese, and what he hates is composition.

Although I can get full marks in this subject with a little effort, I don't like it anyway.

He didn't even want to write a composition, let alone make him think of a new story, which really killed him.

But it was no one else who asked, but the little girl yeziyan.

Mo ziyao took a deep breath and didn't refuse.

He spoke in a low, magnetic voice.

"Once upon a time, there was a little princess in a small castle. The little princess's father was a big demon king. The big demon king also gave birth to two little demons. The little demons saw the little princess firmly and did not allow her to see the world outside the castle. One day, the little princess secretly ran out of the castle..."

A simple little story, so formed.

At the end of the story, the little princess and the teenagers she met formed a beautiful family.

Yeziyan feels that this story is somewhat familiar, and it seems to happen around him.

She slowly closed her eyes and immersed herself in Mo ziyao's almost perfect voice.

Brother ziyao's voice is really beautiful. If only he could sing to himself!

"Brother ziyao, can you sing to me?" she thought and asked.

Mo ziyao: "

As a typical example of dystonia, it's better to kill him than let him sing.

"Well... No," he shook his head.

Yezi Yanxiao pouted. Although he was a little lost, he didn't insist: "Oh."

Seeing the lost mood in the little girl's eyes, Mo ziyao's heart seemed to be hit hard by something. It was hard to say.

How can he make Ziyan unhappy?

It's just a song. It's no big deal that the five tones are incomplete. No one else can hear it anyway.

Mo ziyao gritted his teeth and sang: "two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast..."

Yeziyan was almost laughed angrily by him: "brother ziyao, what kind of song is this?"

"Isn't this a song?" Mo ziyao looked innocent.

"But I don't want to listen to children's songs." yeziyan's small mouth pouted again.

Mo ziyao: "

Well, he lost his life to a little girl.

"What song do you want to hear?" he asked.

Yeziyan thought for a moment, opened his big bright eyes and said to him, "I want to listen to fairy tales."

Brother Yao, a talented man, is still telling her fairy tales. Isn't it appropriate to sing this song now?

Mo ziyao has heard this song. It is already an old song, but he vaguely remembers the melody, so he hummed gently: "forget how long I haven't heard you again and tell me your favorite story..."

Because it is humming, there is no feeling of the incomplete pentatonic, but a kind of the hoarse and gentle like a folk song.

Ziyan closed his eyes again, slept on the pillow and soon fell asleep.

Mo ziyao's voice gradually decreased. He heard her breathing become even. He knew she was asleep, so he stopped.

There was only a small desk lamp in the room, and the soft light fell on the little girl's face, making her look more lovely.

Looking at Ziyan's pink lips, Mo ziyao wanted to kiss her, but he held back.

No, he can't take advantage of the little girl.

He kissed the little girl gently on her bright white forehead, smelled the aroma between her hair, and his eyes were more gentle.

In the future, he will always protect her from any injustice or danger.

Ziyan turned over in his sleep and subconsciously took Mo ziyao's forearm as his dolphin doll and held it in his arms.

Mo ziyao, who was hugged by his forearm, did not move: "..."

He was afraid to wake up the little girl's dream.

After a pause, he simply sat at the head of the bed and let the little girl hold his whole arm.

The little girl breathed softly on his arm and brought comfortable temperature and slight itching through her clothes.

"Good night," Mo ziyao said silently to the little girl on the bed, his eyes spoiled.

Then he leaned against the bedside and accompanied the little girl.

It's not comfortable to sleep like this, but his heart is very sweet, as sweet as honey.

The next day, when yeziyan woke up, he saw such a familiar face several times larger than usual.

This... What's going on?