Looking up at his bright eyes, she slowly opened her throat.

She was singing. Meng Chenhao listened hard to her small singing. As he listened, his expression changed from a relaxed smile to a solemn expression.

What she sang at this moment was not the invisible wings that the little girl sang. What she sang was: I forgot how long it took, but I never heard you again, and told me your favorite story... You cried and told me that fairy tales are all lies... Maybe you won't understand, since you said you love me, my sky and stars have been lit...

Meng Chenhao's breathing was tight. This song was the same as the one she taught the little girl before. Whenever she heard it, it was a unique song. It was different from all the songs in this era. It sounded like the tunes alone hit the heart like that. Accompanied by those simple and ordinary lyrics, it made people heartbreak, and it made people's hearts break into several petals of pain.

It sounds good that every time I hear it, I will recall my own affairs, which makes people feel urge to cry.

The moment she sang the last lyrics, his mouth suddenly lowered and closed her lips.

OK, he knew what she was singing. He just took all her anxiety. Fairy tales are all lies, but they live in the real world and work hard every day. There is no lie here. He is a living person, and there is no possibility of lie to her.

He was held with his hands like this, as if he had rubbed it into his bones, Ning Yunxi closed her eyes and thought. She was really not dreaming. There was no fairy tale here, he was indeed not the prince in the fairy tale, but he was the prince who was alone. A prince with shortcomings, an imperfect prince, who had ordinary dreams like her. This was enough to make her very happy because she loved him.

It is said that the little girl decided: "I want to record my sister-in-law's song for my second brother!"

I had been unable to think about what song to record for my second brother before, but now I think about it, it is best to record my sister-in-law's song and take it away for my second brother. After the little girl called my third sister, the whole family knew that my sister-in-law had many precious good songs hidden in her heart.

Ning Yunxi had to take care of the last day he went to Guihua Road Primary School by himself the next day.

Knowing that she must be in a bad mood that day, Meng Chenhao rushed to a famous old-fashioned store to buy fried dough sticks for her early in the morning.

While waiting for her husband's fried dough sticks, Ning Yunxi combed the little girl's hair and braided her hair. Meng Chencheng can now comb her hair by herself, but she can act coquettishly with Teacher Ning and the little girl wished she had disabled hands.

Leilei handed the little aunt aside to his mother, and used her comb to transform into her mother's little assistant.

"Do you think your little aunt is beautiful?" Ning Yunxi, who had combed her hair for the little girl, turned around and asked her son.

Leilei sang with his mother and lit his head: "Yes."

"Leilee, are you flattering me?" Meng Chencheng asked his nephew.

Leilei: "Yes."

This three-year-old child was stunned when he saw his aunt dressed up by his mother.

Meng Chencheng combed his hair and jumped off the stool, hugged his nephew with both hands, and laughed: "Leilee, you are so cute."

Leilei's little face was flushed, and he was a little shy when he was held by his beautiful aunt.
Chapter completed!