Chapter 551 Perfunctory
Gu Ningxi had no dreams until dawn. When she woke up, Niannian was no longer in bed.

Through the door, the little guy's laughter could be faintly heard.

She sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and turned to look out the window.

The sun is shining and the weather is particularly good.

People can't help but feel better.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, followed by Nian Nian's soft and cute voice: "Mommy, the sun is drying my butt..."

The following words came to an abrupt end when she saw that she had gotten up.

Bo Xiaoting stood behind the little guy, looking at the person on the bed, a trace of imperceptible emotion quickly flashed in his eyes.

"Get up and have breakfast."

There was a hint of tenderness in the deep voice.

Gu Ningxi was taken aback, "Okay."

"Every year, we go to the living room to wait for Mommy to have breakfast together."

Watching him lead the little guy out, and close the door intimately.

call!
Gu Ningxi breathed a long sigh of relief, raised her hand to cover her chest, and the corner of her mouth curled up. Today is finally normal.

After she washed up, she walked out of the room and saw Bo Xiaoting and his son sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing for some reason, "giggling" non-stop laughing every year.

And Bo Xiaoting also smiled happily.

Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the sofa and fell on the side of his nose, making the outline more and more deep and delicate.

It's rare to see him smile so happily.

Gu Ningxi couldn't help but couldn't bear to disturb them.

Niannian found her and shouted happily: "Mommy."

Bo Xiaoting turned his head, and saw her slowly walking over and sitting down opposite him.

She glanced at him, and then asked the little guy, "What are you playing? So happy?"

"Dad was telling a joke just now, it was so funny."

"A joke?" Gu Ningxi was a little taken aback, she never thought she was telling a joke.

And... he can tell jokes too?
She subconsciously looked at him.

Seeing the suspicion in her eyes, Bo Xiaoting's brows moved slightly, and he said flatly, "I saw it last night."

It turned out to be learning now.

Gu Ningxi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Mommy, do you want to know what joke Dad told me?" asked the little one.

"I don't want to." Gu Ningxi shook her head.

But the little guy didn't seem to understand what she meant, and he said to himself: "A mosquito flew into Xiao Ming's hand, and Xiao Ming was about to slap it to death. It suddenly asked Xiao Ming to let it go, because today is its birthday. And asked Xiao Ming to sing happy birthday to it..."

After saying such a long word in one breath, the little guy was a little tired, and after a pause, he asked, "Mum, do you know what happened next?"

In fact, Gu Ningxi had heard this joke a long time ago, but in order to save him some face, she pretended not to know, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Happy birthday to you..." The little guy clapped his hands and sang.

"What do you mean?" Gu Ningxi pretended not to understand.

"It's just that the mosquitoes fly on Xiao Ming's hands, and as soon as Xiao Ming claps his hands and sings, he slaps the mosquitoes to death."

"Oh!" Gu Ningxi suddenly realized that she prolonged the ending, and then smiled perfunctorily, "It's so funny."

"Yes, it's funny."

The smart little guy didn't even notice her perfunctory.

Bo Xiaoting's eyes locked on her tightly, and there was an indistinct emotion in his eyes.

Gu Ningxi was very uncomfortable being stared at by him, and quickly poured milk for them, pretending not to notice his gaze.

"Eat breakfast quickly, we still have to go to the preliminary round."

After speaking, she picked up the toast and took a bite.

And Bo Xiaoting finally looked away, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief, took a sip of milk, and an unspeakable emotion welled up in her heart.

In fact, she told him this joke back then.

(End of this chapter)

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