Song Lianqing put the little kid on the bed, and he rolled around in the bed. The lamb hat on his little head took off, and he lay on the quilt, looking up at Song Lianqing and smiling, his big grape eyes sparkling and looking a little silly.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Lianqing chuckled and stretched out his finger to scratch the little boy's nose, then lifted the quilt and said, "Hurry up and lie down in the quilt with your little bear. Daddy will continue to tell you the story of the Little Prince."

"Did the little prince go back to find his rose, Dad?"

The little kid used his hands and feet to climb up from the bed and sat up. After grabbing the little bear and hugging it, he looked at Song Lianqing in a baby voice and asked his own little questions.

"Just lie down first, and Dad will tell you."

Song Lianqing smiled and rubbed the little boy's furry head. His voice was so gentle that the audience in the live broadcast room who were listening to this conversation and watching this heartwarming scene felt filled with warmth and comfort.

The little kid was lying obediently in the soft quilt holding the little bear, and he opened his big eyes and looked at Song Lianqing expectantly. The little guy's eyes were very innocent, without any impurities, and were full of expectation and joy.

Such a pair of eyes with pure emotions looked at Song Lianqing so directly that his heart melted. He wanted to tell him the answer to the question immediately, but he held back. The story would be more interesting if it was told slowly.

"Ahem, close your eyes now. Daddy is going to reveal the answer," Song Lianqing sat on a small chair beside the bed, reached out and picked up the "The Little Prince" that he had prepared earlier, turned to the page where he had paused before, looked at the little kid with his eyes closed, and said, "The Little Prince..."

The little boy listened to Song Lianqing telling the story of "The Little Prince" in a low and gentle voice. The thoughts in his little head also turned along with it. But after a moment, he became drowsy and fell asleep, entering the dreamland of his mother.

The little boy didn’t know whether the little prince went back to find his rose, nor did he know whether the little prince became good friends with the little fox. He only knew that he met his mother and returned to his home in the small village with his mother. His father was waiting for them at home...

"What did the little one dream about?"

Song Lianqing gently wiped away the tears from the little boy's eyes, frowned with some heartache and gently rubbed his little head, his voice was gentle and full of comfort, "Don't be afraid, Dad is here."

[Wow, when Little Candy cries, I feel like everyone in the world is sorry for him. Even Nightmare is such a bad guy. How could Nightmare make Little Candy cry? He should be happy every day.]

[Wow, Teacher Song, please adopt the baby and put him in your household registration book. I really feel sorry for the baby. He has lost his mother and his father has never shown up. He was wandering outside before. ?．o·(? ????????????? )．o·?]

[Teacher Song really loves Little Tangguo. He is a good father and a very gentle person. Why didn’t I notice this before? I was blind! I will pay attention to him immediately!]

[The person above actually just started paying attention to him. When I knew that he was the one who took in Little Candy, I knew that he must be a good person with impeccable character. Just look at how Little Candy usually gets along with him and you will know that he is definitely not putting on a show, otherwise the little one would be afraid of him no matter what. After all, children's emotions are the most real.]

[Yes, yes, yes, I'm a fan of him, just because he's so nice to his kids. And I just did some research and found out that he was harassed by a ssf before, and he actually got bitten back. It's so miserable. Is this the price to pay for being good-looking?]

[Zizi must have had a nightmare about herself wandering around. It was so heartbreaking. I cried when I watched it before. My mom asked me if I was sick. Then I dragged her to watch the variety show with me. This time, she cried even more miserably than I did. She kept saying how pitiful such a young child was.]

[Sure enough, Zhenxiang may be late, but she will definitely not be absent. Mom also smells really good.]

The little kid seemed to have heard what Song Lianqing said. He turned his little hand and grasped his index finger tightly. Song Lianqing paused, then wrapped his warm big hand around the little guy's soft, white and tender hand, and comforted it gently.

The little boy mumbled in his sleep, and called out "Daddy" softly. Song Lianqing didn't know why he suddenly felt his eyes moist. He looked up at the ceiling, holding back his tears, and then gently rubbed the little boy's head, saying in a trembling voice, "Dear, Daddy is here."

Song Lianqing roughly guessed what the little guy was dreaming about, and roughly knew that the dad the little guy just called was not him, but what did it matter? He, Song Lianqing, was his dad.

The little kid was sleeping very soundly. After a while, he let go of Song Lianqing's fingers, turned over, and curled up with the little bear, like a soft little bun with sweet sugar filling. One bite of it made it so sweet that it went straight to the heart.

"Good night, cub."

Song Lianqing leaned over, picked up the little boy, straightened his body, and gently kissed his little cheek. Then he stood up and walked to the live broadcast equipment with his clothes.

"It's time to go to bed, everyone. See you tomorrow."

Song Lianqing's eyes were red, which was particularly obvious when he stood in front of the live broadcast equipment. However, after he finished speaking, he blocked the camera. Many viewers in the live broadcast room did not have time to see clearly, but they all knew why his eyes were red. They just cried when they saw the little guy crying in front of the screen, not to mention him who was watching in person.

Song Lianqing took out his pajamas and went into the bathroom. He guessed that he might have to take the little kid to climb a mountain or play on the grass tomorrow. He had to go to bed early today and get enough rest so that he could play with the little guy well.

Song Lianqing and Little Tangguo had a very smooth sleep experience, and Qi Xiangyu and the little fat boy also had a smooth sleep experience. The little fat boy was five years old and did not need any coaxing to sleep. Plus, he was a little tired from playing today, so he fell asleep right away.

Qi Xiangyu was very frugal. After taking a shower, he sat in the bed and looked at Song Lianqing's WeChat profile picture on his phone for a long time. He stroked it unconsciously for a long time until his eyes were filled with sadness. He sighed softly, turned his head and found that the little fat boy had kicked the quilt. After covering him up, he turned off the light and went to sleep.

If he had said goodbye to Lian Qing properly before, instead of breaking up, would he have a reason to get close to him when they met again? Qi Xiangyu thought about this while lying on the bed, and shook his head again. If this was the case, he and he would not have appeared in this show at all. Perhaps, this is the path they are destined to take.

The lights in the room were turned off one after another, except for Zheng Zhuochen's room, which was very stubborn and was not turned off until half past eleven. The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel sorry for him for a second. There was no other way. The little princess who was doted on by the whole family was indeed a little harder to coax than ordinary people. He was just working hard.