Chapter 1571 So Small, so Small...

Fang Chixia's place is not worse than the presidential suite last time. It is so thoughtful that even a children's room is equipped.

Fang Chixia has a total of one bedroom here. There was originally an empty room, but she decorated it into a study room and no one can sleep there.

Xiao Yi is still so young. Luo Yibei lived with him last time. He knew how much trouble he made when he fell asleep at night. He needed adults a lot of time, so he definitely couldn't sleep alone.

But, he slept in the master bedroom, where should I sleep?

Just wondering, Fang Chixia's voice suddenly sounded, "You sleep in the living room!"

It was a matter of course, as if she was gloating.

Luo Yibei glanced at her coldly and didn't answer. Instead, the little milk bag spoke, "But, the sofa in the living room is so small, and uncle is so tall, can he sleep there?"

He seemed a little worried, and he opened his arms and measured Luo Yibei's body.

"Baby, it's none of your business." Fang Chixia patted his head lightly.

Little Milk Bag pursed his lips and looked at Luo Yibei with a sympathetic expression.

Luo Yibei pursed his lips, and his facial curves were very tight.

The expression on his face was very straightforward. However, he endured it when he saw Little Milk Bag hugging the sofa's knees.

"Okay, I'll go to the living room." He was particularly straightforward tonight, and even didn't need Fang Chixia to say anything more, and turned to the living room.

Such a person seemed to make Fang Chixia stunned for a moment.

So easy to talk to?

Luo Yibei never came up after going down.

Fang Chixia had never taken care of a child, but she was much more skilled in taking care of Xiao Yi than Luo Yibei.

"Baby, let's go, let's go to the bathroom and I'll help you take a bath." Fang Chixia took Xiao Yi's hand and led him to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the two washed and washed, helped him wipe his face and body, and then Fang Chixia carried him to bed.

"Really don't worry about uncle?" Little Milk Bag lay on the bed, his eyes drifting towards the door from time to time, seeming to be a little worried about Luo Yibei.

"Uncle's body is made of iron, nothing will happen. Go to sleep, sleep well, the wound will heal faster." Fang Chixia didn't seem to take his words seriously at all. She lay flat on the bed with him and hugged him in her arms.

Little Milk Bag had played in the supermarket for a long time, and he was indeed a little sleepy at this time.

After Fang Chixia's words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep soon.

The child's breathing was clear and shallow, very faint.

Fang Chixia originally wanted to go to sleep directly, but, staring at the face of Little Milk Bag quietly, she didn't know why, she suddenly thought of Luo Yibei.

When she saw Little Milk Bag, she thought of Luo Yibei.

Probably because the two of them had a little bit of similarity.

Fang Chixia knew everything about her own home.

Her sofa was really small. It was bought for her at the beginning. The living room led directly to the garden. The temperature would be lower at night. Luo Yibei didn't bring anything down, only one person.

Fang Chixia lay on the bed, thinking for a long time with her eyes open, and finally got out of bed carefully, opened the closet, took out a bed sheet, and went downstairs quietly in cotton slippers.

When she went downstairs, all the lights downstairs were turned off.

The living room was very dim, and the faint light was reflected from the street lights in the garden, dimly projected on the window, leisurely and quiet.

Luo Yibei seemed to be asleep, with his head resting on the sofa, his arms wrapped around his chest, and his legs lazily crossed, most of which were hanging outside the sofa.