Chapter 11: Mom, there is a ghost talking

At night, Bai Ruoqiao was sleeping on her side with An An in her arms.

Zhao Sihai suddenly came over and reached out to gently pull away her hand that was around An An.

The deep voice carried a burning breath, whispering softly in her ears.

"Jojo."

Feeling something, Bai Ruoqiao's body stiffened, and then an inexplicable heat surged over her whole body.

She was turned over and lay flat on her back. Looking at Zhao Sihai who was propped up on top of her, her face flushed and she pushed his strong chest nervously.

"What are you doing? An An is still here. Don't wake the child up."

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to kiss you."

The calloused fingers lifted the hair and stroked the cheek, causing a shiver.

Bai Ruoqiao felt like her whole body was on fire.

I swallowed unconsciously, feeling a little thirsty, "Kiss, what are you kissing for? It's the middle of the night, what's there to kiss?"

Zhao Sihai lowered his head and leaned against her neck like a lion, his voice low and seductive.

"Qiao Qiao, I missed you so much."

Bai Ruoqiao swallowed.

It’s so unfair, this guy is actually acting like a spoiled brat.

"Well, kiss me then."

It is impossible to do it all at once.

This kiss was like opening a floodgate.

The temperature in the room rose sharply.

"Ghost!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded, scaring the two of them.

The next moment, An An was heard crying in panic as if she was frightened by something.

Bai Ruoqiao quickly pulled down her clothes and turned around to hug An An.

"An An, An An, it's okay, it's okay."

"Ahhh, hiccup, woooo, there's a ghost, hiccup, talking, woooo."

An An cried and hugged her mother tightly, hiccuping out of fear.

Bai Ruoqiao thought that they had disturbed An An, so she hurried to comfort her.

"There is no ghost, it is my father and mother who are talking."

An An cried even harder, "Wuwuwu, no, hiccup, Dad and Mom, it's Guigui."

Bai Ruoqiao was stunned and wondered if the little guy had a nightmare because of what happened at the house during the day.

"An An, you had a nightmare, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts, Dad is here, no ghosts dare to come."

An An then stopped crying a little and blinked her wet eyes.

"Is there really no ghost?"

"Really not. If you don't believe me, ask my dad. He's very good at fighting the Japanese."

"Yes, no matter what kind of ghost comes, Dad can drive it away, An An, don't be afraid."

Only then did An An believe it, and after making sure that the horrible sound did not appear again, she slowly stopped crying.

But I still had twitching and hiccups.

Bai Ruoqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She patted him gently to sleep, humming a nursery rhyme under her breath.

Zhao Sihai wiped his face, let out a heavy breath, and could only lie down and go to sleep.

Early the next morning, Zhao Sihai went to find a carpenter to make furniture.

Bai Ruoqiao took a bag of rice to the kiln factory and exchanged it for some ceramic pots and bowls.

Then he sent An An to Aunt Fang's house and gave Fang Meizi a list, asking her to help notify the people on the list to come for dinner in the evening.

Then I rode my bike to the commune.

When the villagers saw her going to the commune again with two large baskets tied to the back of her bicycle, they all felt a little jealous.

Sihai's family has been to the commune so many times since yesterday, and they must have bought so many things.

Some people are envious, while others are jealous.

He also criticized Bai Ruoqiao for not knowing how to live, and said that they shouldn't have divided the family. He was lavish and would spend all his money.

I heard that he ate meat all day yesterday. I wonder how many food coupons he used to buy it.