"I won't sleep with you if you have a small bed." Qiao Chengfan snorted coldly.

He had long been used to sleeping in one room alone.

Little Yuzi scratched her head, there was nothing I could do...

"Brother, tell me the story." Xiao Yuzi said again.

"I won't talk."

"There are books and books..." Xiao Yuzi let go of her little hand and ran into the living room. She ran to find her storybook.

She walked in a crooked way, and Qiao Chengfan was frightened when he saw it. Fortunately, he didn't fall.

Soon, the little girl put a story book in Qiao Chengfan's hand, and she opened it to the middle part: "This is the end of it."

"Old Qiao often tells you stories?" Qiao Chengfan picked up the book.

Xiao Yuzi nodded honestly: "Moma also talks."

"They love you very much."

"Yes." Little Yuzi blinked her big eyes, "They love me, I love my brother."

"What's worthy of your liking?"

"Just like it." Little Yuzi leaned against Qiao Chengfan seriously.

Maybe the little girl's smile was very contagious. Qiao Chengfan, who had originally hated reading story books, also picked up the book: "Go to your room."

Little grapefruit is happy.

Qiao Chengfan held her hand and walked upstairs. The two of them stepped on the wooden stairs, and the stairs made a "bangdong" sound.

Xiao Yuzi obviously forgot about breaking the flower pot, but Qiao Chengfan did not.

Little Yuzi sat in her small bed, and Qiao Chengfan sat on the big bed beside her, opened the story book, lowered his head to read it to her.

Qiao Chengfan's voice is clear and nice, with the unique tone of a little boy, and his pronunciation is particularly clear.

In addition, he has been training in reading classes at school since he was a child, so he reads very emotionally.

Little Yuzu was fascinated by the sound of hearing it.

It's better than Dad and Moma.

The stories are not long, and a story can be finished soon.

Xiao Yuzi felt that it was not enough, so she pestered Qiao Chengfan and told her several times.

When telling the third story, Xiao Yuzi was sleepy, her eyelids trembled, and she lay on the small bed and fell asleep.

"Little Yuzu." Qiao Chengfan shouted softly.

The little guy is asleep!

Qiao Chengfan stood up gently, threw down the storybook, and covered the little girl with a quilt.

Then he turned off the light and went out, asking the nanny to take care of Xiao Yuzi.

Suddenly he had a younger sister, and he was not very comfortable with it.

Qiao Chengfan was about to go back to his room, but Butler Zhong happened to come over.

"Young Master, are you ready to go to bed?"

"Um."

"I just heard a servant talking about something..." Butler Zhong clicked and he heard it. Similarly, he knew that although Qiao Chengfan was young, he was very mature.

"Butler Zhong, you can fire that servant."

"It's very easy, young master, this is your home."

"I don't care that much, butler Zhong, when will Lao Qiao come back?"

"Let's go in a few days."

"You still don't want to buy me a ticket. Are you going back with me?" Qiao Chengfan asked.

All his documents and luggage were taken care of by Butler Zhong. Although he knew a lot, he did not have the ability to return to the UK alone.

"Wait until Mr. Qiao comes back, Miss Yuzi is very reluctant to part with you."

"Children don't know anything, just to be fresh, and I was like this when I was a kid."

"No, it's the natural charm of blood, it's the magnetism that will never be available to strangers."

Qiao Chengfan frowned.
Chapter completed!