Chapter 1776 Rose Manor (65)
night.
After some tenderness, Yun Si lay in Mr. Qiao's arms, listening to Mr. Qiao telling her a story, a little drowsy.
As Mr. Qiao got older, his voice became thicker and thicker, like the gurgling sound of a cello on the strings.
Crisp and red thoroughly.
Mr. Qiao hugged her, gently touching her cheek while telling her stories gently.
He likes to tell her stories.
The simple and warm little stories, under his low and gentle voice, seemed to be infected with magic, silently comforting her and telling her to relax.
coaxing invisible, like a lullaby, soft and just right.
She was quietly buried in his arms, eyes closed, like a soft child, relying on him.
Gradually, I will fall asleep.
But the image of the child suddenly flashed in her mind, and she moved.
Enduring sleepiness, she raised her head and kissed her Mr. Qiao.
I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, but I was still holding on.
The voice is delicate and soft, like a milk cat.
"Ah Fu... that kid today..."
Mr. Qiao, who is already forty years old, has elegant, gentle and white eyebrows that are more and more charming, and the breath on his body is also more and more gentle.
It is like the fragrant warm tea held in the hands in the cold winter months. It is more calm and friendly, exuding a mature and elegant charm.
He wears gold-rimmed glasses, and there are fine wrinkles at the end of his deep eyebrows.
Not deep.
But always, under the caress of the years, traces are left.
is a sign of gradual aging, symbolizing his lifespan—decreasing bit by bit.
Little by little, nothing less.
He hugged the person in his arms, the bedside lamp was warm yellow and soft, and the gentle and elegant eyebrows and eyes became more calm and charming because of this,
There was a slight curvature on the lips, and the fingertips were gentle, slowly stroking her face.
"is there a problem?"
He returned her gently, as if he didn't want to scare her.
The extremely delicate person who was raised was buried in his arms, humming in a low voice.
I'm sleepy, but I still have to finish what I want to ask.
"He...what's the matter with him?"
"Why... suddenly want to raise a child?"
The mature and charming Mr. Qiao lowered his eyes.
After a while, probably knowing what she wanted to ask, he raised his lips slightly, put down the storybook slowly, and put it aside.
The tone became more gentle: "Don't Si Si like him?"
"He is disobedient today?"
Gently and gently, like a kind old father.
Between the lines, I can't make out what it means.
The person who always loves to act like a baby in his arms, hummed, his cheeks were red and soft, and he shook his head.
"No dislikes..."
"Just... don't like it or hate it."
To her, she was just a stranger, nothing to feel.
She just doesn't understand, why would he start raising kids?
Her voice paused, she opened her eyes slightly, and unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"Do you... want a child?"
She bit her lip, wanting to get up and look at him.
As a result, in the next second, he was held down by the gentle Mr. Qiao.
"Ah Fu..."
Mr. Qiao took off his glasses and lay down.
Holding the coquettish person who was becoming more and more coquettish in his arms, he kissed her, with a gentle voice, "Don't think too much, huh?"
Completely pampered her like a child, almost giving her all his tenderness.
(end of this chapter)