Song Nanchen was so surprised that he could hardly close his mouth.
I, a little princess who has difficulty getting up and sleeping, was so easily coaxed to sleep by little Fu Bao.
Simply unbelievable.
"Did you put her to sleep?" Song Nanchen asked in a deliberately lowered voice.
Little Fubao nodded: "Yes! Fubao thought that Fubao and little Mianhuao would sleep together today. Little Mianhuao said she had to listen to stories to fall asleep, so Fubao read stories to coax her to sleep."
Song Nanchen's mouth opened wider.
What kind of fairy baby is this?
This is a bit too good-natured.
Even though he was still feeling depressed, he still took care of his children who were older than him first.
Simply unbelievable.
He became more determined to visit Xiao Fubao's mother after recording the show.
I must ask her for advice on how to educate children.
In this regard, I am still far behind.
Sang Mizhou put the sleeping bag next to him, pointed at the sleeping bag and said: "Sleep in, it's a bit cold tonight, it will be warmer if you sleep in here."
Seeing this, Song Nanchen looked at the other sleeping bag: "Can you lend us that sleeping bag? I want the little cotton-padded jacket to lie in it too."
Sang Mizhou nodded in agreement.
"Thanks."
Song Nanchen unfolded the sleeping bag and carefully carried Song Shengsheng into the sleeping bag.
Then he turned off the light at the top of the tent, lay down next to her and fell asleep.
The next morning, Xiao Fubao got up very early as usual, but the sharp-eyed audience noticed that she didn't seem to have much energy.
【What's wrong with my little baby? Why does it look like you have no energy?】
[That’s right, normally, she would greet us energetically first, but today there was something unusual and she went straight to wash up.]
[Did something happen after the broadcast yesterday? 】
Soon they knew what happened after the broadcast yesterday.
Xiaoyuer’s family is missing.
[It turns out that the little baby is so depressed because Xiao Yu'er is gone. That's right. She and Xiao Yu'er are the best friends. Of course she will be sad when her friend leaves. 】
[After all, it’s the parents’ fault, so what’s the fault of the children? They don’t understand anything.]
[It’s pitiful that Xiao Yu’er is also implicated by her parents. I don’t know if it will affect her growth. 】
Among them, there are inevitably some black people who set the pace in the live broadcast room, saying that Xiao Yuer's approach to Xiao Fubao has a purpose, and the relationship between the two little Zaizai is that of plastic sisters.
The wall fell down and everyone pushed it.
The entire live broadcast room suddenly started to curse.
Xiao Fubao had been listless all day, and everyone felt that the joyful atmosphere before had suddenly disappeared, and instead became a bit dull.
Pistachio stopped talking.
Several other people took her to the sea and to explore the jungle, but they were unable to arouse her enthusiasm.
Sang Mizhou had no choice but to take off their shoes, roll up their trouser legs, and lead her barefoot to the beach.
The waves gently lapped ashore, and the cold water reached half of Little Fubao's calves.
When the sea water receded, the sand under her feet was taken away by the sea water, and she felt a strange feeling inexplicably.
She liked this feeling very much.
My attention was immediately drawn to my feet, and my mood improved a lot.
Sang Mizhou held her hand quietly at the side, completely unaware that a palm-sized crab had been washed to his feet by the sea water.
The crab raised its pincers towards his calf and pinched it at once.
"Hiss." Sang Mizhou was pinched unpreparedly and gasped in pain.