His little cutie turned sweet

Chapter 63 Pot Pot, It's Over

As soon as the picture appeared in his mind for less than three seconds, Gu Xuanyang quickly shook his head to let himself forget about it quickly.

"........."

How could he be so wretched.

The little girl is still young.

Even if you hold it to the toilet, it should be.

Who let there be no children's toilets here?

After washing the dishes and putting them in the cabinet one by one, Gu Xuanyang washed his hands, turned off the lights, and left the kitchen.

The living room was quiet, apparently Aunt Liu and Nancy were still in the bathroom and did not come out.

Gu Xuanyang sat on the sofa in the living room, pulled a pillow in his arms and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV.

He plans to find an interesting movie to watch.

But after looking around, he didn't find any good-looking ones, so he simply went to brush Ye Wen again.

Originally, he didn't like watching movies very much. It was because his father liked watching movies and often recommended him some very passionate movies to watch, and he gradually fell in love with them.

Especially the fourth part of Ip Man, he didn't know how many times he had watched it, but he never got tired of it.

The opening song of the movie starts to play slowly...

Gu Xuanyang leaned back on the sofa, hugged a pillow in his arms, and watched a movie.

Although it is a familiar opening scene, every time I watch him, I have different feelings.

But now, he didn't know why, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it.

And couldn't help but kept glancing in the direction of the bathroom.

However, it was always quiet over there, and there was no movement at all.

They have been in for so long, why haven't they come out yet.

Gu Xuanyang licked his dry lips as the sounds of fighting kept coming from his ears, but finally pressed the remote control impatiently and turned off the TV.

The living room fell silent for an instant.

Gu Xuanyang crossed his legs, propped his chin against the pillow in his arms boredly, stared at the TV quietly, and was in a daze alone.

It wasn't until the bathroom door was opened and there was a movement that he raised his head and looked over there.

When he saw Nancy jumping up and down in the aisle, his light brown eyes lit up, and his spirits lifted.

He happily called her name, "Xixi."

Seeing him, Nancy smiled more lively.

She trotted to the side of the sofa, stood on the ground, looked at him, kicked off the slippers on her feet as usual, then climbed onto the sofa awkwardly, and then rolled to his side.

"Guokuo, the nest is over."

The little girl was sticking out her tongue playfully, her little cheeks were flushed, and the babies on both sides were plump, making people want to touch them when they saw them.

"good."

Gu Xuanyang rubbed her hair, his eyes were full of smiles, and he didn't care about the little girl's unabashed words, after all, she was still young.

Nancy blinked, enjoying his head stroking so much she wanted to roll into his arms and put her arms around his neck so he could touch her a little longer.

But he saw a pillow in his arms.

Nancy stretched out her hand and tugged at the pillow in dissatisfaction, her voice was soft and sticky, "Don't hug it, don't hug it."

The little girl had very little strength, but Gu Xuanyang didn't really hug the pillow hard, and let her throw the pillow aside.

Gu Xuanyang was stunned.

Why not let him hug the pillow.

Aren't pillows just for hugs?

However, in the next second, Nancy crawled backwards, stopped at a distance from him, and lay down straight.

Gu Xuanyang thought she was sleepy.

About to say take her to sleep.

But she saw her body shrunk into a ball, her arms hugging her head, and then she rolled towards him.

Seeing this, Gu Xuanyang was shocked.

He quickly straightened his legs, propped himself up and protected the little girl with both hands, in case she would roll under the sofa if she was not careful.

Who ever thought that the place where the little girl rolled in the end was not under the sofa, nor on the sofa.

…but in his arms.

(End of this chapter)