Su Wanyu has been very busy these two days.
She had a lot of ideas in her mind, and she wanted to design them one by one.
Therefore, even the time given to Song Jihuai was compressed a lot. Apart from attending classes, eating and sleeping, he spent all his time drawing!
When she was drawing, she felt extremely happy.
Song Jihuai lay in bed. For several nights in a row, he had to read a storybook by himself. Without Wanwan's soft and sweet voice, the storybook in his hand no longer smelled good.
But Su Wanyu was completely unaware of this look.
Until the light in front of him was blocked by a black shadow.
She raised her eyes and rubbed her tired eyes: "Husband, please stop making trouble. I will finish the painting in a while."
Make trouble?
This word made Song Jihuai frown.
“Work is important, am I important?”
He looked at Su Wanyu with burning eyes and pursed his lips into a line, indicating that he was not in a very good mood at the moment.
Su Wanyu finally reacted.
She suddenly became nervous, and her desire to survive made her answer without hesitation: "Of course my husband is more important!"
After saying that, she seemed to feel that it was not enough, and added: "No matter who you compare to, your husband is more important!" In order to prove the truthfulness of her words, Su Wanyu nodded firmly, looking at Song Jihuai with a pair of sparkling eyes.
Song Jihuai's previous depression dissipated instantly!
No matter how angry he was, when facing the little girl, he only needed her to say one word.
But just as he calmed down, Su Wanyu looked at him cautiously again: "Then, husband, can you give way now?"
Song Jihuai: "..."
His big hand fell directly on the coffee table, covering the drawing paper on the coffee table, and looked at Su Wanyu with a dark face: "Say it again?"
If she says it again, he will strangle her to death!
Su Wanyu is cowardly.
She reached out her hand, held Song Jihuai's arm, and made a concession: "Well, can I tell my husband a story today?" After her husband fell asleep, she continued to paint. Hehe, she was really a little genius.
"Hmm." Song Jihuai thought for a moment, then nodded proudly, "Hmm."
Su Wanyu happily picked up the storybook and turned to the part she had just read last time: "Today we're going to tell the story of the little rabbit..."
Half an hour later.
Su Wanyu had already read half of her storybook, and her voice was a little hoarse.
But seeing Song Jihuai still in high spirits, she couldn't help but wonder, why hasn't her husband fallen asleep yet? She remembered that her husband used to fall asleep quickly.
She, on the other hand, was a little alert at the moment, her eyelids drooping and waves of sleepiness coming over her.
finally.
Su Wanyu successfully talked herself to sleep.
She lay on the edge of the bed, and the storybook in her hand fell on the quilt.
Song Jihuai looked at the sleeping girl, chuckled, stood up, carried the girl to his bed and put her down. Then he leaned over and kissed the corner of the girl's lips.
He turned off his gaze and lay down beside Su Wanyu. With the moonlight shining through, he looked at the girl beside him with deep eyes. His soft voice rang out in the night: "Good night."
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