The place where Fang Chixia lived was no better than the presidential suite last time. It was even thoughtfully equipped with a children's room.
There is a total of one bedroom in Fang Chixia's place. There was originally a spare room, but she decorated it as a study room and could not sleep in it.
Xiao Yi is still so young. The last time Luo Yibei lived with him, it's not that he didn't know how troublesome he was after falling asleep at night. There were many times when he needed adults, so it was definitely impossible to let him sleep by himself.
But, he was sleeping in the master bedroom, where would he sleep
Just as he was wondering, Fang Chixia's voice suddenly sounded, "You sleep in the living room!"
His tone was very matter-of-fact, as if he was a little gloating about his misfortune.
Luo Yibei glanced at her coldly and did not answer. Instead, the little girl spoke, "But the sofa in the living room is so small, and uncle is so tall, can he sleep on it?"
He seemed a little worried, and he opened his arms and compared Luo Yibei's body.
"Baby, it's none of your business." Fang Chixia patted his head lightly.
The little girl pursed her lips and looked at Luo Yibei with a sympathetic expression.
Luo Yibei pursed his lips, and the curves of his face were tense.
The expression on his face clearly stated that he was not happy, but when he saw the little milk bag hugging the knees of the sofa, he endured it.
"Okay, I'll go to the living room." He was so straightforward tonight that he didn't even need Fang Chixia to say anything, and turned around and went to the living room.
He seemed to be stunned by Fang Chixia for a moment.
So easy to talk to
Luo Yibei hasn't come up since he went down.
Fang Chixia has never taken care of a child, but she is much more skilled in taking care of Xiao Yi than Luo Yibei.
"Baby, let's go. Go to the bathroom and I'll help you take a bath." Fang Chixia held Xiao Yi's hand and pulled him towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the two of them washed up and wiped his face and body. Fang Chixia then hugged him to the bed.
"You really don't have to worry about uncle?" The little girl lay on the bed, her eyes drifting towards the door from time to time, seeming a little worried about Luo Yibei.
"Uncle's body is made of iron. Nothing will happen. Go to sleep. If you sleep well, the wound will heal faster." Fang Chixia didn't seem to take his words seriously at all, lying down on the bed with him, He held him in his arms.
The little girl had been playing in the supermarket for a long time, and she was really sleepy at this time.
After Fang Chixia's words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.
The child's breathing was clear and shallow, very light.
Fang Chixia originally wanted to go to sleep directly, but as she quietly stared at Xiao Naibao's face, she somehow suddenly thought of Luo Yibei.
When she saw the little milk bag, she thought of Luo Yibei.
Probably because the two have a slightly similar relationship.
She knows everything about Fang Chixia's own home.
Her sofa is really small. It was specially prepared for her when she bought it. The living room leads directly to the garden, and the temperature will be relatively low at night. Luo Yibei didn't bring anything with her, only one person.
Fang Chixia lay on the bed and thought for a long time with her eyes open. Finally, she got off the bed carefully, opened the closet, took out a bunch of sheets, and went downstairs lightly wearing cotton slippers.
When I went downstairs, all the lights downstairs were turned off.
The living room was very dim, with the faint light refracted from the street lights in the garden, hazy, and projected on the window, leisurely and quietly.
Luo Yibei seemed to be asleep, with his head on the sofa, his arms folded across his chest, and most of his lazily folded legs hanging outside the sofa.