Chapter 13 (1/2)

There is a set of children's pajamas in the shape of Pikachu sent by the manufacturer when she was doing part-time work. She put it in the cabinet and Xiaobao could wear it.

Lu tingxiao is easy to handle, and her brother has several clothes left here.

After recognizing her own parents, Ning Xi felt sorry for her adoptive parents and had no face to face them, so she seldom contacted them there. She only had some contacts with her younger brother, Tang Nuo.

After looking for the clothes, Ning Xi went to the house and took a new quilt and pillow for Lu tingxiao.

The sofa in the living room is not big. Lu tingxiao's long legs are not enough. She can only move a stool and lengthen it.

Xiaobao was quite reassuring. He took a bath, put on his cute pajamas, and then spontaneously and consciously lay down on the bed.

After taking a bath, Ning Xi changed into a more conservative two-piece pajamas, and made sure that he did not have any inappropriate place to go out.

”Well Mr. Lu, I'll go to bed first. If you need anything, please call me. ”

”Well.” Looking at the Ning Xi just after bathing, Lu tingxiao's eyes lost focus for a moment, and then the dark color of the bottom of his eyes covered the sky.

The girl's hair was tied into a ball head, wearing the most common two-piece pajamas. Her face was not covered with pink and black, and her skin was like a jade with a natural blush after steaming.

No problem with her image.

But Lu tingxiao's heart at the moment is somewhat indescribable, because he found that some part of his body actually has a faint upward trend.

……

Ning Xi into the bedroom, suddenly see their own bed more than a small cute object, the mood is very wonderful.

Since last night, a lot of things have gone beyond her expectation.

”Go to sleep.” She lay down beside the bun, turned off the headlight and left a bedside lamp.

The little buns blinked and didn't mean to sleep at all.

Ning Xi began to have a headache again.

It seems that children sleep to tell stories to coax

Ning Xi helplessly put out his hand, ”I can't tell a story, or I'll sing you a song?”

Baozi nodded and looked forward to it.

Therefore, Ning Xi gently patted the back of the steamed bun and sang softly:

”half cold and half warm autumn