Playful Shao Dongsheng's wedding wife

Chapter 208 Trying to Love (4)
Song Ningjiu smiled when she heard the words, she said: "I don't believe it, you finish eating obediently, and I will stay and wait with you?"

The girl looked at her determined look with doubts on her face.

"Okay, if my dad comes back, you will stay and have dinner with me at night, put me to sleep, tell me stories, and ride a horse for me." She made a series of requests, but looked at her When she rolled her eyes, she knew that what she said was definitely not that simple.

"Miss..." The housekeeper beside her was in a hurry, and they didn't know each other. How could she invite strange women casually?This will let the owner of the service know, and he will definitely be unhappy.

Song Ningjiu didn't look at the housekeeper, but only looked at the girl's eyes. Although she looked very naughty, the loneliness in those eyes was not unfamiliar, and somehow touched her.

"Okay." She agreed, thinking that the Mr. Jian she was waiting for hadn't arrived anyway.

The girl was honest, she sat down and ate the steak obediently, she ate half of it, Song Ningjiu couldn't take it anymore, and stood up covering her lips.

"Hey, you want to sneak away." Seeing her get up, the girl stepped forward and grabbed her, it seemed that she was determined.

"I didn't want to sneak away, I just wanted to go to the bathroom...vomit..." The vomiting didn't come out, but the nausea in my chest couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

Seeing that her face became ugly, the girl let go of her hand.

Song Ningjiu ran into the bathroom, retched a few times, but didn't spit out anything, pulled a tissue to wipe, and went out with a very bad complexion.

"Here—" the girl stood at the door and handed her a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Song Ningjiu extended a helping hand to her, was surprised, and then took it.

"You're welcome, I'm just afraid that you won't make it through the night, and I don't have a horse to ride." Obviously she could feel the kindness released by her, but she said this deliberately.

Song Ningjiu looked at her intentionally raising her chin and staring at the ceiling arrogantly, and asked, "So, you would rather your father not come back to accompany you, and win this bet?"

The little girl was taken aback when she heard this.

Song Ningjiu walked away from her. After a long time, the little girl stomped her feet and said, "You are too cunning."

The girl finished her meal at 3:[-] in the afternoon, still some distance away from the night. Song Ningjiu felt a little better after throwing up, but the two of them were always staring at each other, which was boring. Their ears were full of girls playing games with an ipad the sound of.

"Hey, let's go back to the room and wait." After a long time, the little girl finally put down the game in her hand and said to her out of boredom.

Song Ningjiu glanced at his watch, shook his head, and said, "I have other things."

In fact, she was also anxious, the Mr. Jian who was anxiously waiting for her did not show up at all.

"I don't care, you said you would accompany me and wait for my father." The little girl still fell in love with her.

"Miss, our lady may be tired, why don't you go up with her. Who are you waiting for? Tell the front desk, and let them notify you when that person comes." Seeing the sky outside gradually darken , the housekeeper made a phone call secretly, seeing his face, the little girl's father might miss dinner time again, it's all right.

Song Ningjiu was indeed tired from sitting, and no matter where she went, the little girl followed her, so she nodded in agreement.

Followed them to take the elevator upstairs, surrounded by a group of people, she was dragged into the room by the little girl without seeing the house number.

"None of you are allowed to come in." The girl directly shut them out.

Song Ningjiu frowned, and dragged her into one of the bedrooms. Although it was only a hotel room, it was decorated like a home, with a lot of things added, especially the girls' atmosphere everywhere, dressed like a princess room It can be seen that the girl's father still loves her very much.

"I'm going to sleep, tell me a story." She dragged Song Ningjiu to lie on the bed, unable to open her eyes and still asking.

"I don't know how to tell stories." Song Ningjiu was a little helpless.

"Liar. There's no one who can't tell a story," the girl muttered.

"I'm not lying, I really haven't told anyone a story." Song Ningjiu said.

"Okay then, let me tell you a story about a bad father." The girl said, and then told a lot of complaints about her father. Of course, it is not difficult to hear her missing her father in the disappointment.

She is too lonely, she just wants her father to accompany her.

She stretched out her hand, helped her smooth the bangs on her forehead, and said, "Your father actually loves you very much, but he doesn't have time. If he doesn't work, how can you have such good conditions to go wherever you want?" ?”

"So was your father like this when you were a child?" the little girl asked.

Song Ningjiu smiled and nodded, thinking of herself, the girl is actually much happier than her, at least her father loves her.

"So what about mom?" Maybe they found a common language, and the girl's expression became a little more kind.

"Mom?" Thinking of Song's mother, she said, "Mom only likes older sisters."

She didn't want to complain, but the loneliness in her eyes fell into the girl's eyes, causing the girl to instantly feel sympathetic, and asked with curious eyes, "Then are you Cinderella?"

"Cinderella?" Song Ningjiu looked at her repeatedly, only then remembered that story, and then shook her head.

It is undeniable that she is still a little uncomfortable communicating with children.

"Don't lie, you must be Cinderella." The little girl had her own opinion.She said: "Cinderella is the most stupid. Her parents treated her badly, so she just left that house. Why did she let herself live so miserable."

Song Ningjiu rubbed her head and said nothing.

"You are so pitiful. You must have had no playmates when you were young." Maybe she described herself too pitifully, but the little girl actually hugged her, showing a distressed expression.

"I'm not pitiful. I like to dance when I'm unhappy. When I dance, I don't have any troubles." She said, then remembered something, and said, "Can you dance? I suggest you find something you like things like dancing or painting, you use this to pass the time when your dad doesn’t have time to accompany you. I believe that you will do well after a long time, and your dad will definitely do it for you proud."

Isn't that much better than acting like a baby and complaining?
The little girl obviously listened to this suggestion, looked at her eyes brightened, and said, "If I dance well, will daddy come back to see me often?"

Song Ningjiu nodded.

"Okay, then you can teach me how to dance." The little girl was a little girl, and immediately pulled her to teach her how to dance.

After not dancing for a long time, Song Ningjiu is really a little rusty.She was still worried that the injury on her foot would not be fully healed, so she didn't dare to dance vigorously. She just taught the little girl some simple movements.

(End of this chapter)