Yi Huan discovered that she was sleeping in his bed in his bedroom. She started to be a little surprised, but probably because the bed was too comfortable, she didn't want to move at all, so instead of leaving, she also moved her fat body It was buried inside, like a small bug.

That made Shen Ting laugh and lowered his head slightly, "Still wanting to sleep?"

The voice has a hoarseness of age that is unique to boys in the vocal period, but it is very nice.

Yi Huan yawned, "The baby is not sleepy, but the bed is so warm, and why does my brother smell so good on the quilt, like the smell of the sun."

Shen Ting laughed, "What does the sun smell like?"

Yi Huan blinked her big eyes and flickered: "It's the smell of the little sun, it smells so good."

He closed his eyes and took a hard sip, his expression was unspeakable joy.

And such a cheerful expression is very contagious, at least at this moment Chen Ting's heart is also cheerful.

Such a moment was also extremely rare for him. He looked down at the little man, who was as short as only one-third the length of a bed, and as small as a small bag on a big bed.

But such a small body has great energy, the energy that makes him happy.

Shen Ting's hand half hugged her small head. It was probably such an overly intimate gesture that made Yihuan uneasy, but then she thought that this was her brother Shen Ting, so she didn't move away, but put her little head on the contrary On his arm, he still looked at him cutely.

"Yi Huan, you are Little Sun." Shen Ting said lowly.

Qin Yihuan was Shen Ting's little sun. When he first saw her, he looked at the stars in her eyes and felt that he had found the person he had always wanted to find.

But with his expression, she was still too young to understand after all, and did not understand: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Shen Ting smiled slightly, feeling indescribable in his heart.

Yes, she is too young.

Reached out and gently touched her little head, smiled: "I will get up after a while."

After thinking about it, he got up and opened the white curtains, and the bedroom was suddenly scorched.

But it's not as dazzling as the little thing on the bed.

Shen Ting needed to calm down. He stood by the window, leaning and looking outside.

Torture!

he thinks.

But even torture is also his willingness.

At 8:30, Qin Mo and He Huan both got up because He Huan had an event to attend.

After packing up, I went to see Yihuan first, but she was not there.

Coming to Shen Ting's room again, Yi Huan actually occupied Shen Ting's bed and was rolling happily now.

He Huan felt wrong and wanted to say something, but Qin Mo patted her hand, "Shen Ting is a well-measured child."

Immediately, He Huan found the small blanket on the sofa, and the clothes on Shen Ting were still the same set of yesterday, which was a little wrinkled, so he understood.

She hummed softly and said nothing.

Qin Mola went downstairs and did not disturb the two children, they ate quietly.

He Huan couldn't help but said, "Qin Mo, I always feel that the two children seem to be too close, what do you think?"

President Qin brushed the bread with jam for her, and smiled after handing it to her: "I thought you would be happy like this. After all, between the two boys, I thought you liked Shen Ting better."