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Xiao Yan's body froze for two seconds visible to the naked eye: "Is it so boring?"

Xiao Qi'an covered his ears with his hands, rolled on the bed, and said childishly: "I don't like this, An'an wants to listen to the three little pigs building a house!"

"Three little pigs?" Xiao Yan searched all over his mind but couldn't figure out what kind of story this was, but the name sounded childish.

In fact, An An didn't like the story of the Three Little Pigs either, but he remembered his mother again.

"I really miss it, I miss my mother so much..."

Xiao Yan sat on the side and looked at him, Xiao Qi'an was becoming more and more inseparable from Jiang Ni.

"Does mom not like An An anymore? Brother Si'ang said that Aunt Qin didn't love him after she joined the film crew. Does An An's mother also love An An? An An doesn't want her mother to go to the film crew, but it can't be like this..." He Suddenly choked up, and the voice was intermittent.

Xiao Yan couldn't hear what An An said, he was at a loss what to do, taking care of a child was much more difficult than those complicated documents, the usual work of putting him to sleep was done by Jiang Ni, this seemingly daily fact was not at all not simple.

A few strange emotions suddenly flashed across Xiao Yan's heart.

Xiao Yan called the nanny over, but the other's skillful sleeping skills still didn't work.

"An'an, don't cry." He ordered in a deep voice, one head and two big.

The next second the cry was louder.

When the door lock sounded, Jiang Ni pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard a faint cry. She was so distressed that she hurriedly hugged An An into her arms, and at the same time glared at Xiao Yan: "How do you look at the child? Just let him cry all the time?"

Xiao Yan didn't refute for a while.

"Mom, mom, you are finally back, An An thought you didn't want An An anymore..."

Xiao Qian'an's nose was a little red.

"How? How could mom not want you, mom will never abandon you..."

In Jiang Ni's arms, Xiao Qi'an gradually stopped crying. He raised his head, his big black eyes were still full of water: "Mom, is An An a bad boy? Did An An disturb mother's work? Mom Will you hate An An?"

"Mom will never hate An An. This time it's because Mom didn't think carefully. Next time we're on the set, shall we make a video call?" Jiang Ni rubbed Xiao Qian'an's face.

"Good~"

"You should be sleeping at this time." Jiang Ni put An An on the bed and covered him with a quilt. She took out a book of fairy tales from the bookshelf in the room: "Let's think about it... shall we tell the story of the little prince today?" good?"

Xiao Yan stood behind and listened to Jiang Ni's storytelling. He had never seen such a gentle Jiang Ni. The camellia earrings on the snow-white earlobes were half covered by her soft hair.

He walked forward a few steps and took the fairy tale book from Jiang Ni's hand: "I'll come."

Jiang Ni watched him take a seat beside her, frowning slightly as he turned the pages of the book, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Xiao Yan imitated Jiang Ni's way of telling stories just now, trying to suppress his deep voice to be softer, but as he read out paragraph after paragraph, his brows furrowed deeper, these stories are really too childish.

Jiang Ni suddenly had a guess in his mind, Xiao Yan has never heard of fairy tales, right?
Xiao Yan's side profile is beautiful and charming, and his voice is also very pleasant, always carrying a charming smell.

When Jiang Ni reacted, she had been staring at Xiao Yan's red lips for a while.She reacted with an uncomfortably light cough.

Xiao Qi'an on the other side seemed to be tortured: "Father, the story you told is so ugly!"

Why is it still ugly?Hasn't it changed the fairy tale?

Feeling a little frustrated, Xiao Yan returned the fairy tale book in his hand to Jiang Ni, and rubbed his aching temple: "Thanks for your hard work."

After that, he walked out.

Jiang Ni was also a little disappointed. If Xiao Yan learned to tell stories, he could help him share part of the task of putting him to sleep.

She likes to tell stories to her son very much, but sometimes her mouth gets dry when she tells too much.

After a while Xiao Qi'an fell asleep, Jiang Ni turned off the light and went out.

She opened the bedroom door and walked in, and was surprised to find that Xiao Yan was holding a book to study. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that the cover of the book was a bit fancy and didn't fit Xiao Yan's style. It turned out to be a book of fairy tales.

Xiao Yan glanced at her: "I'm back."

Then he lowered his head and studied the fairy tale book in his hand.

Xiao Yan's voice is very nice, but when reading fairy tale books, there is almost no ups and downs in his voice, which sounds a little boring.

Jiang Ni couldn't help laughing, and stepped forward to guide him: "When you tell a story, your emotions will fluctuate more, so that it will be interesting for An An to listen to, otherwise it will be like reciting a spell."

The fairy tale book in Xiao Yan's hand, Jiang Ni, has already told Xiao Qi'an many times, and now he can easily tell the plot of the story without reading the book.

The two were very close, and Xiao Yan smelled the fragrance that was close at hand again, so he turned his head slightly.

When Jiang Ni told the story, she was really gentle, and her voice seemed to be soaked in hot spring water.

Xiao Yan seemed to understand why Xiao Qi'an liked listening to Jiang Ni's stories so much.

*
With the lessons learned from last time, Jiang Ni would go home every day, and when she was free, she would make video calls to An An. Looking at the white and soft ball opposite her, she sweetly called her mother, and all the bad moods of the day were gone. cure.

During the lunch break, as soon as she finished watching the video, she saw Qin Honggang ordering someone to collect the equipment and come over: "Are you on the phone with An An?"

Qin Hong asked.

Jiang Ni nodded, with a smile on his face.

"It's good for children to be clingy." Qin Hong sighed, "Our Siang is very independent, but I hope he can cling to me a little bit."

Jiang Ni hesitated to speak, she knew that Qin Hong hadn't come home for three consecutive days, and was busy with the crew all the time: "Maybe Siang misses you too."

Qin Hong just smiled, disapprovingly said: "How come, he is exactly the same as his father, he doesn't like to be pestered by others."

"Maybe it's just that they don't know how to express?"

Qin Hong was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head firmly: "No."

Jiang Ni could only smile, and the next second, she felt a little dizzy when her eyes alternated between black and white.

Seeing Jiang Ni covering her head, Qin Hong hurriedly supported her to sit down: "What's the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I also look a little pale when I look at you."

"It rained yesterday and you helped me move the machinery. You must have caught a cold, right?"

Jiang Ni waved his hand: "Maybe it's a little hypoglycemia, it's okay, I'll be fine after a while."

"Hypoglycemia..." Qin Hong read, and was about to ask someone to buy candy when Jiang Ni's assistant had already handed Jiang Ni a candy.

"There are a few more shoots in the afternoon, can you take it physically?"