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Chapter 141 Must Listen to Uncle Tang Telling Stories

Tang Zhihuan responded.

Taking the towel that Song Xixi used to wipe the little girl's hair before, he continued to absorb the moisture from the little girl's hair. After the hair stopped dripping, he turned on the blower, and tested the mid-range temperature with the palm of his hand. It was neither hot nor cold.

"Cantaloupe, is this temperature okay?"

The little girl Xiaoji nodded like eating rice: "Yes, yes!"

Hearing Xianggua's affirmative answer, Tang Zhihuan began to blow her hair.

The child's hair is very soft and soft to the touch, like the fur on a cat's body.

Tang Zhihuan's heart gradually softened, especially from his angle. The little girl lowered her head slightly so that he could blow-dry her hair. He could see her fair forehead and curled eyelashes. There was baby fat on her cheeks. It seems to be talking, opening and closing is very cute.

This little girl is really cute when she's not crying.

After drying her hair, Xianggua raised her head and gave Tang Zhihuan a sweet smile: "Thank you, Uncle Tang!"

"You're welcome." The man's voice was gentle, and he rubbed her blow-dried hair with his hands.

Cantaloupe consciously opened its arms towards Tang Zhihuan, letting him sleep on the bed in his arms.

Tang Zhihuan put the hair dryer on the sofa, bent down and picked her up, gently put her on the bed, picked up the storybook on the bedside table, and said softly, "Can Uncle Tang tell you a bedtime story?"

The little girl frowned, and shook her head sincerely: "No!"

"Why not, Uncle Tang will speak better today than yesterday."

"No, Dad said that he would tell stories to melons at night. Uncle Tang, bring your godmother's phone. There are stories on the godmother's phone."

Song Xixi's cell phone was charged in the living room, Tang Zhihuan told the little girl to sit on the bed obediently, and he got up and went to the living room.

The phone was fully charged, and the man unlocked it with his fingerprint.

After clicking on WeChat, Shi Yixiao sent two videos.

He was not in a hurry to take it back to the bedroom, and glanced in the direction of the bedroom with his long eyes. The door was ajar, blocking the view on the bed.

Tang Zhihuan sat down on the sofa and clicked on Shi Yixiao's video.

The background is in a hotel. Shi Yixiao is facing the camera, holding a children's storybook in his hand. The pictures and characters in the storybook are also facing the camera. Shi Yixiao smiles softly: "Baby, now is It's not time to go to bed, today Dad will tell you the story of the little bear and the little rabbit that you want to hear..."

Tang Zhihuan watched carefully. When he wanted to watch it again after watching it for the first time, a pair of cold little hands appeared on his neck. Song Xixi's hair in front of his forehead was not covered with a towel, and water dripped on the back of Tang Zhihuan's hands.

"You study first."

Tang Zhihuan coughed, wiped off the water on the back of his hands, and stood up: "Mustmelon waiting?"

"She thought you couldn't find my phone, and I saw her just about to get out of bed. I told her to sit down obediently and come out to make milk for her."

"Well, you go to soak the milk, and I'll tell the little girl a story."

"..."

Song Xixi blinked at him, Tang Zhihuan looked straight at her, and said righteously: "As a big sister, Xianggua should make a small contribution to younger siblings."

"She's not our child."

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her: "You are her godmother."

Song Xixi watched Tang Zhihuan go to the bedroom, sighed silently for the melon, and went to the kitchen to make milk for the little girl.

She turned off the light and went to the bedroom when the temperature of the milk was good.

Sitting on the bed, Tang Zhihuan confronted the little girl: "Listen to Uncle Tang telling stories at night, and Uncle Tang's stories are also nice."

"No, I want my father's."

"Trust Uncle Tang one more time, okay?"

"No, I want my dad's."

Song Xixi stood at the door, watching this scene and laughed out loud.

Tang Zhihuan gave her a cool look and asked her to come over and give him the milk.

"Little girl, if you want to drink milk, you must listen to Uncle Tang tell stories."

(End of this chapter)