Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1776 Rose Manor (65)

night.

After some tenderness, Yun Si lay in Mr. Qiao's arms, listening to Mr. Qiao telling her a story, feeling a little drowsy.

As Mr. Qiao got older, his voice became thicker and thicker, like the gurgling sound of a cello on the strings, deep and soft, which made people's ears unconsciously crisp.

Thoroughly crispy red.

Mr. Qiao hugged her, gently touched her cheek, and told her a story tenderly.

He likes to tell her stories.

The simple and warm little stories, under his low and gentle voice, seemed to be infected with magic, silently comforting her and telling her to relax.

Invisibly coaxing, like a lullaby, soft and just right.

She was quietly buried in his arms, eyes closed, like a soft child, relying on him.

Gradually, it was time to fall asleep.

But the image of the child suddenly flashed in her mind, and she moved.

Enduring sleepiness, she raised her head and kissed her Mr. Qiao.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, but I was still holding on.

The voice is delicate and soft, like a milk cat.

"Ah Fu... that kid today..."

Mr. Qiao, who is already 40 years old, has elegant, gentle and white eyebrows that are becoming more and more charming, and the breath on his body is becoming more and more gentle.

Just like the fragrant warm tea held in the hands in the cold winter months, it is more calm and friendly, exuding a mature and elegant charm.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and there were fine wrinkles at the ends of his deep eyebrows.

Not deep.

But all the while, under the caress of the years, traces were left.

It is a sign of gradual aging, symbolizing his lifespan—decreasing bit by bit.

Little by little, nothing less.

He held the person in his arms, the bedside lamp was warm yellow and soft, and his gentle and elegant eyebrows and eyes became more calm and charming.

There was a slight curvature on the lips, and the fingertips were gentle, slowly stroking her face.

Staring at her quietly, smiling unchanged.

"is there a problem?"

He turned back to her gently, as if he didn't want to scare her.

The extremely delicate person who was raised was buried in his arms, humming in a low voice.

I'm sleepy, but I still have to finish what I want to ask.

"He...what's the matter with him?"

"Why... suddenly want to raise a child?"

The mature and charming Mr. Qiao lowered his eyes.

After a while, probably knowing what she wanted to ask, he slightly raised his lips, slowly put down the story book, and put it aside.

The tone became more gentle: "Don't Si Si like him?"

"He is disobedient today?"

Gentle and gentle, like a kind old father.

Between the lines, I can't hear what it means.

The person who always loves to act like a baby in his arms hummed, his cheeks turned red and softened, and he shook his head.

"No dislike..."

"It's just that I don't like it or hate it."

To her, it was just a stranger, nothing to feel.

She just didn't understand, why did he start raising children?

Her voice paused, she opened her eyes slightly, and unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"You... do you want a child?"

She bit her lip, wanting to get up and look at him.

In the next second, he was held down by the gentle Mr. Qiao.

"Ah Fu..."

Mr. Qiao took off his glasses and lay down.

He hugged the coquettish person who was becoming more and more coquettish in his arms, and kissed her, with a gentle voice, "Don't think too much, huh?"

He completely spoiled her like a child, almost giving her all his tenderness.

(End of this chapter)