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Chapter 171 Tang Zhihuan: I'm Worried About Xixi

Song Xixi was half lying on the bed, stroking her belly, and murmured softly: "Little guys, you see how much Dad cares about us, and he rushed back from the laboratory at such a late hour, you must be obedient, you understand?"

Hearing the knock on the door, Song Xixi looked up at the door, and Song's father's voice came through the door: "Xixi, dad lit a candle for you."

"Dad, come in." Song Xixi yelled, she couldn't see anything in the pitch black, she forgot to charge her mobile phone, and now it's only 20.00% charged.

Papa Song opened the door and walked in carefully guarding a candle.

The faint light of the candle became the only light in the darkness. Song Xixi just watched, watching the candle illuminate the wrinkles in the corners of Papa Song's eyes and the gray hair.

Father Song's eyes were very focused, and he came in slowly protecting the light of the fire. He put the candle on the bedside table, looked at his daughter with concern, and felt a little emotional for a while: "I'm still afraid of the dark now. When I was young, there was thunder and rain, and I worked overtime at work. You cried and called me to come back, and now you have to be a parent yourself."

Song Xixi recalled the events when she was a child, and now that her father is really getting old, she suddenly felt a little sore, she took Dad Song's hand: "I remember several times, when you came back, the electricity came on."

"At that time, the unit was far away from home, and the work was not done, and the leaders would not let people go."

Song Xixi leaned on Papa Song's shoulder, smiled happily, and remembered when she was a child: "But many times you came back with a candle, lit the candle to accompany me, and told me stories."

"Yeah, I told you a lot of stories."

Papa Song smiled, the bedroom door was open, and the sound of the door opening could be heard.

Father Song stood up and walked out with his mobile phone: "Is your mother back? I'll go and see, don't miss something and trip."

"Well, don't trip over either." Song Xixi instructed, stroking her stomach lightly.

At this time, the two little guys in her belly were still kicking back and forth, making a fuss.

Papa Song walked to the door, and the phone light took a look, and the person at the door was a little surprised: "Huanhuan, aren't you in the laboratory? Why are you back so late?"

Tang Zhihuan took the umbrella to the kitchen, and explained to Papa Song: "There is a power outage at home, I was worried about Xixi, so I rushed back."

"Oh, Xixi is fine, it's in the bedroom."

Papa Song smiled and was relieved that his daughter had a man who loved her so much.

Song's father also knew that he couldn't make a light bulb, so he went back to the guest room and said as he walked, "Go and take care of Xixi. I'll call her mother when I go back to the room. The whole community has a power outage and there are no street lights. Let her Call me when you get back so I can go downstairs and get her."

Papa Song closed the door of the guest room.

Tang Zhihuan took off his down jacket, and there was still some rain on it. Although the air conditioner in the house was off, there was no ventilation, but the temperature was still very warm.

There are candles in the bedroom, some light.Tang Zhihuan walked in and saw Song Xixi half lying on the bed, smiling sweetly like a child in the soft candle light.

"Honey, I miss you so much." Song Xixi opened her hands, wanting to hug the man in front of her.

Tang Zhihuan walked to the bed, stared at her tenderly, but did not step forward to embrace her: "I still have air-conditioning on my body, wait for a while."

Song Xixi's eyes were warm, and she asked with concern: "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

The man put his hand to his mouth and exhaled. After exhaling for a while, he pressed his face to his own. Then he held Song Xixi's warm hand after warming up: "Is the child in my belly good?"

Song Xixi gave a "hmm" and said with a sweet smile, "It's very noisy today, maybe I haven't heard my father tell a story for two days, I want to hear my father tell a story."

Tang Zhihuan took off his shoes and went to bed, hugged Song Xixi in his arms, squeezed the corners of the quilt, stroked her high belly with warm hands, and said in a warm voice: "Did you miss Dad? Then Dad will tell you stories. Let mom be tired, okay?"

After the man finished speaking, the intense fetal movement gradually eased.

His brows and eyes became much gentler, and by candlelight, he kissed Song Xixi's side face lightly, and began to tell a little story softly: "Today, Dad will tell you a story about a little seahorse, you have to listen carefully..."

(End of this chapter)