"I don't know." Half of Jia Jia's body was lying on Fu Ziheng's body, his eyes shining brightly in the dark night, "Anyway, I just can't sleep."

Looking at his excited look, it's like he's drank a hundred cups of coffee. Is this...exciting?

Xiao Wan held her forehead and was speechless, then reached out and poked Fu Ziheng's arm: "Hey, think of a way to make him fall asleep quickly."

Fu Ziheng only said four words: "There is nothing we can do."

"..."

Xiao Wan wanted to beat someone up.

Jia Jia watched her words carefully and saw that she looked unhappy, and whispered: "If daddy tells me a story, I believe I will fall asleep soon."

"Did you hear that? I'm asking you to tell me a story. Hurry up." Upon hearing this, Xiao Wan immediately turned his attention to Fu Ziheng.

Fu Ziheng's eyes originally fell on her, and through the lamp on the bedside table, he could see some flashing emotions in his eyes, and then soon his eyes shifted to Jiajia: "What do you want to hear?

"

"casual."

"Once upon a time, there was a child who stayed up late at night and liked to listen to adults singing and telling stories to him. Do you know what happened next?" Fu Ziheng smiled gently and looked at the people next to him.

Every family's body trembled obviously, "What...what's wrong?"

Xiao Wan was dumbfounded, what was this guy going to do? How did a fairy tale turn into a horror story?!

"...Then the little boy was killed by the monster who had been hiding under the bed..."

"ah--"

Before he finished speaking, Jiajia screamed and hid under the quilt, his little body trembling, obviously frightened. Fu Ziheng was startled for a moment, so frightened?

Xiao Wan rolled her eyes at a certain man. She had seen someone with a bad taste, but never one with such a bad taste. She drove him aside, opened the quilt, took out Jia Jia who was hiding inside, and patted his back gently.

, comforted him with a gentle voice: "He is just a psychopath, just ignore him. Come on, I will tell you a story. What do you want to listen to? Snow White, or Cinderella? Oh, by the way, you are a boy, you definitely don't like to hear this.

, how about Pinocchio..."

In Xiao Wan's gentle words, every family's heart gradually calmed down.

On the soft big bed, there were soft whispers in his ears, softer than the spring breeze, and the hand patting his shoulder lightly, making him feel that this bad woman was better to him than his mother.
Chapter completed!