The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 45 Weeded the Bed Twice

Gong Nianxuan's eyelids were tired, he was very tired after a whole day of fuss.

"Okay." Xu Nian kissed his forehead softly, overflowing with soft love: "Xiao Nian, go to sleep."

Gong Nianxuan snored slightly, nestled in Xu Nian's arms, sleeping soundly like a little angel, cute and cute.

Xu Nian's heart became softer and softer.

Gong Nianxuan's well-behaved and sensible, conquered the hearts of everyone in the Gong family, wishing he could love him to the bone.

Angel before man, devil after man.

Xu Nian was deeply affected by it, and it seemed that he became his exclusive nanny, eating, playing and sleeping with him, serving him 24 hours a day, and being a full-time CEO.

It's really miserable, o(︶︿︶)oah.

It is night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Gong Che unscrewed the door of the master bedroom, but there was no one in the room, but playful laughter came from the half-open bathroom.

Jian Mei frowned slightly, and the footsteps towards the bathroom stopped suddenly.

The ink eyes flashed with an unbelievable cold light, staring at the unrecognizable big bed that has been transformed—the fresh pink bed cover and quilt, the game controller and Big Big Wolf doll on the bedside, and the bedside table is full of all kinds of snacks , biscuits, and a Fuji apple with a bite.

Gong Che stroked his forehead, the wrinkles between his brows were deep enough to pinch a mosquito to death.

The sound of footsteps came to my ears, and the deep black eyes sparkling with sparks stared at the door of the bathroom, biting out each word from between my teeth: "This bed, how do you explain it?"

"..."

Silence was spreading, anger was burning, one big and one small tightened their bodies in fear.

"Ha chirp..."

Gong Nianxuan let out a loud sneeze, and secretly pulled Xu Nian's hand.

She understood immediately, her eyes sparkled, and she bit her lip pitifully: "Gong Che, we are cold."

Gong Che ignored her opening eyes and talking nonsense, his eyes were cold, and he glanced straight at Gong Nianxuan who was wearing a white bathrobe and was as harmless as a rabbit.

"Gong Nianxuan, come down and go back to your own room."

Xu Nian refused to give in, but the person in her arms was struggling to crawl under her body, moving swiftly.

A pair of small white jade-like feet landed on the carpet, Gong Nianxuan raised his head, and said softly, "Father, I'm going back to my room, good night."

"En." Gong Che's tone was still cold.

Gong Nianxuan gritted his lips aggrieved, turned his head to look at Xu Nian, and ran out barefoot.

Xu Nian's heart skipped a beat, fearing that he would fall, he couldn't help following him out of the room, and didn't give up until he saw him back to the children's room safely.

In the room, Gong Che was cleaning up the "garbage" on the bedside table by himself.

The game controller, Big Big Wolf, and Ahri were all thrown on the soft couch at the end of the bed, and finally, with a cold face, he ordered: "Tear it off, and replace it with a new color."

Xu Nian saw his distorted face, aggrieved that he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

"I don't have anything to change... Xiao Nian peed the bed twice..."

Hearing this, Gong Che's handsome face was completely stiff.

"Gong Che, I turned off the light."

The room was full of darkness, and Xu Nian was lying on his side, vaguely able to see the stiff sleeping posture of the man beside him.

The strong scent of milk, mixed with the scent of flowers, and the pink quilt and bed cover made him feel like he was 'sleeping' on pins and needles.

"Puchi-"

The more Xu Nian thought about it, the more funny it became, and the more funny he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and he couldn't help laughing.

Gong Che gritted his teeth fiercely: "Xu, Nian, Nian, it's all because of you!"

In the darkness, his eyes shone brightly, shining brightly. Staring at her, he could vaguely see her appearance reflected in the deep pupils.

She touched his face abruptly with her hand, and said in a low voice, "Ache, are you not angry with me?"

(End of this chapter)