She rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Xiao Xi, can we talk about something nutritious?"

Hearing what she said, the little baby looked displeased and seemed to be planning to vent his anger again.

Chu Qiao stroked her forehead and asked hurriedly: "Okay, okay, Xiaoxi, are you a little tiger?" She didn't want to sleep outside at night.

"I just told you that I am a little rabbit, why do you still ask me if I am a little tiger?!" Little Milkman pouted in displeasure, "This is really baffling, sir."

"..." A group of crows flew over Chu Qiao's head.

She really wanted to pick up this brat and beat him up!!! However, she didn't see that in the sight that she couldn't see, the little baby was covering her mouth and laughing secretly.

After going to bed, Chu Qiao covered the baby with a quilt and was about to go on a date with Zhou Jing. But...

"Mom, I can't sleep, can you tell me a story?"

"If you can't sleep, just count. You can also count sheep."

"Can I count the dogs?"

"Whatever." A certain woman said impatiently.

"But why should I count dogs?" The little baby looked at her without blinking with big curious eyes.

With sparks in her eyes, she turned around, looked at him, suppressed the anger in her heart, twitched her lips and said, "You can't sleep, can't you?"

"Yes, that's why Xiao Xi wants mom to tell me stories." The little baby looked aggrieved.

Okay, after going around and around the topic has come back again.

As if to retaliate, Chu Qiao pinched the little baby's pink face "hardly" with her hands, and then said with a smile: "Then you promise me that after telling the story, you will sleep well and no mischief is allowed?"

"Yeah." This time, the little baby nodded sensibly.

Chu Qiao smiled slyly, and said in a slow voice, "The beginning of this story is scary, the middle is a bit funny, and the ending is very sad——"

"Really?" The little baby looked at her with expectant eyes and urged: "Mother, tell me quickly! Mother, tell me quickly!!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you." Seeing him like this, Chu Qiao was really cute. She couldn't help but kiss his little cheek, and then said: "Once upon a time, there was a ghost who... farted.

...and ended up dead..." (Voiceover: You readers despise me, you have heard this story, but Xiaoxi from my family has never heard of it, oh hehehe...)

The little baby looked at her with contempt and asked: "Mom, are you sure this is a story?"

"Yes, I grew up listening to this story." A certain woman showed her ability to tell lies with her eyes open to the extreme.

"No wonder mother is so stupid." The little baby looked like she suddenly understood, and then looked at her with the eyes like seeing an injured kitten or puppy.

"..." Looking at the wall, Chu Qiao had the urge to cry without tears and want to hit the wall.

Forget it, go to sleep. Whatever you have trouble with, don’t hold it against yourself. In ancient times when there were no skin care products, it was so important to get a beauty sleep. A certain woman comforted herself in her heart.

On a bright sunny morning, in the backyard, Chu Qiao was lying on a deck chair and basking in the sun comfortably.

During the time she came to ancient times, she gave full play to the rice insect spirit.

It's just that this kind of life is too dull and has no novelty at all. What about the promised house fight? The promised palace fight? What about the promised sadomasochism? Why do the heroines in Mao's novels live a happy life?
Chapter completed!