"Ah, Mom and Dad are hugging, children can't look at it" Suddenly Becca screamed in the silent air.
Cill was so frightened that he couldn't sleep at all, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was staying in his arms, and one leg was still "arrogantly" on his waist, and his face turned red instantly.
She quickly sat up, turned her head to look in the direction of the sound, and found Becca, who was wearing cow pajamas, standing in the open space not far from the bed, with a pair of small hands covering her eyes.
She patted her forehead in embarrassment, turned her head to look at Beka's expressionless, as if angry, father, and thought to herself that her bed creasement must have flareed up again.
She looked at him and apologized quietly, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to sleep on your side, but I have bed disease, and when I first woke up, I like to spin around in bed in circles, don't worry, I will change this bad habit as soon as possible, and I promise not to transfer to your side in the future."
He looked at her and said expressionlessly, "This kind of thing is not easy to change, so let it be." ” Cill was a little surprised, "Ah, don't you mind if I turn to you every day?"
"I don't mind, but for Becca's wish to sleep with her parents, I can bear it."
"Oh."
Cill nodded.
It's good that he doesn't mind.
Little Becca climbed back into bed, looked at her father and asked strangely, "Dad, you were obviously very happy when your mother ran into your arms just now, why do you say you mind?"
Dad was obviously very happy just now.
She assured that she would not be mistaken.
Becca's words made the atmosphere tense all of a sudden.
Cill glanced at Becca, then turned his head to look at him, blinking dumbfoundedly.
Who's going to tell her what the hell is going on He looked at his innocent little daughter, and was silent for a long time before finally replying.
"You didn't wake up, you read it wrong."
As he spoke, he lifted the quilt on his body and walked out of bed and strode in the direction of the bathroom.
Cill stuck out his tongue as he looked at his departing back, thinking to himself how moody he was.
Becca climbed onto Sylle's stomach and rested her little head on Sylle's chest, complaining sullenly to her mother, "Mom, I've woken up, I'm not mistaken." ” Cill looked down at Becca's little head and said without thinking, "You must have mistaken Becca." ” He hated her so much, she turned into his arms and he was just not angry, and he was happy How can it be.
Becca puffed out her face aggrievedly.
She was right.
Dad was looking at Mom smiling, wasn't he?
Why didn't everyone choose to believe her?
Could she really be wrong?
Becca raised her hand and scratched her little head.
She doesn't know either.
Dining room.
Cill led Becca, who had changed into a small apple green cloth dress, into the dining room.
He was sitting in the master's seat and talking on the phone when they walked in, and two maids were serving.
Becca raised her little head and looked at Ciel and said happily, "Mom, Becca is happiest when she eats every day, do you know why?"
"Well, why?"
Ciel asked casually as he walked to the table with Becca in his hands.
"Because Becca likes to eat delicious food, and eating delicious food is Becca's hobby, Mom."
Cill laughed.
She hummed, then looked down at Becca and teased her, "Then Becca guess what Mommy's hobby is" "Mom's hobby, well, I know, it's Dad, Mommy loves Dad" oshow7 t1706231537: