Chapter 547 Praying to God

"Uncle, Xiaoqi will be good." Xiaoqi promised: "I won't disturb mommy's study, okay?"

Wu Yang also advised: "Mr. Huo, I think Xiao Qi is quite good. Just keep him. If he disturbs Miss Ling's study, I will explain the situation to you."

Brother Xu Xi has already told him everything about the situation and asked him to follow Miss Ling's words and listen to her in everything.

Huo Ci looked at Ling Sheng with a sneer: "If you can't get above 145 in the college entrance examination mathematics, just wait for me!"

Ling Sheng smiled and said, "Thank you, cousin."

Xiaoqi: "Thank you, uncle."

Huo Ci left, looking at the brat with no nostalgia at all. He still stood at the door waving and smiling at him, which made him feel angry.

Look, look!

There is no use in loving him. It has no use except to make him angry and stink him. You will forget about him when you see his mother.

Xiaoqi is very good, so she sits in the bay window of the study room and reads picture books. She plays with the building blocks and keeps her voice very low, so as not to disturb her mother's study.

There was heating in the room, but it was not very sufficient. Ling Sheng was afraid that he would be cold, so he even put an electric blanket on the bay window.

When Jun Shiyan passed by, the little ones were lying on it and fell asleep. There was a picture book under their heads. Their little faces turned red, and they took out the picture book in distress.

The little guy woke up, opened his eyes and looked at him, with a small voice, still remembering where he was: "Uncle Jun, where is my mommy?"

Jun Shiyan looked at the little guy, his eyes were slightly moist, and he felt soft in his heart. How could there be such a sensible child? He whispered: "Do you want uncle to read you a story when you are doing the test paper?"

There is a thick stack of picture books on the windowsill, including original English books, pop-up books, and translated versions. None of them are very new and must have been read many times.

Xiao Qi shook his head and looked at him with big bright eyes: "Uncle Jun, let me tell you a story. I know all those things."

Mommy, great-grandmother, and great-grandfather would all read him stories. If he pestered his grandpa, his grandpa would also read him stories.

When Ling Sheng finished finishing a test paper, she stretched and looked up to see that the room was empty, no one was there, and the curtains in front of the bay window were closed.

I walked over and quietly opened the curtains a little, and saw a handsome man sitting on the small bay window, his eyes slightly closed, already fast asleep.

The child in his arms slept soundly on his chest.

The child also holds a book in his hand.

Snow was falling heavily outside, and goose-feather white snow drifted through the window, like flower petals.

The light from the sky came in, and the way the two of them were sleeping at the moment was beautiful and warm. They both turned their faces slightly sideways, and looking at the side of their faces, it looked as if they were carved from the same mold.

Ling Sheng's eyes were gentle, and she unconsciously raised the corners of her lips. She quietly took a silk quilt and covered them with it.

The man didn't know when he woke up. He gently held her hand and moved her inside. His voice was hoarse and gentle as if he had just woken up: "You're tired, take a rest."

Ling Sheng didn't expect to wake him up. The bay window was not big to begin with, but she was a small one, so she squeezed in and half leaned on the man's shoulder to look at the heavy snow outside.

Jun Shiyan frowned slightly and could see the little girl's pink and translucent face, as well as the little pig-like guy sleeping in his arms.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his heart was full, warm, and comfortable, just like this. For the first time, he devoutly prayed to God to let his future life be like this.