Ann suddenly asked curiously, "Daddy, why don't you read when you tell stories? Oh, I see. Daddy made up the story himself She also nodded in a sudden light.

"Daddy didn't make this up."

Can he tell his daughters that when they were still in their mother's stomach, he didn't know how many times he told them?

Over and over and over again, I know everything by heart.

"Good baby, go to bed early. You'll see Santa's gift in the morning." Hua moyao touched his daughter's forehead and said softly.

The little guy was very cooperative. He said good night and closed his eyes. When

returned to his room, Xiao Mimi was sitting cross legged on the bed with nail polish. He blew a few breaths on the newly painted fingernails and carefully placed a chicken claw shape.

"Sleep in peace?"

"Well, I just fell asleep."

Hua moyao came over, sat by the bed, looked at her painted nails and asked, "why don't you brush your toenails together?"

Xiao Mimi's paws swayed in front of him, indicating that her hands were not dry enough to smear her feet.

Hua Mu Yao smiled lightly, took nail polish, pulled her feet and began to paint her nails.

He held her toes in one hand and a brush in the other. He painted it carefully.

Her feet are white and tender. All her toes are pearly. Her nails are small. Bright red is on them, not to mention how beautiful they are.

But, after all, it was the first time he used this kind of thing. He was not proficient enough. If he was not careful, he would brush it out and dye it on the skin at the edge.

Xiao Mimi some shy sweet smile, bent down to see him painted, while looking, but also pointing and shouting: "ah! It's on the outside! No, it's too little. Brush more! "

Under her guidance, his skills are getting better and better. She praised him with satisfaction: "Yao Yao is great!"

Seduced by her cry, Hua Mo Yao gently scratched her feet. She laughed fiercely, curled up her toes, rolled and begged for mercy. Before finishing painting her nails, Hua Mo Yao rolled her on the bed and turned off the lamp.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Mimi in her arms had already fallen asleep.

Hua moyao got up from the bed, pushed the door out, and put the toys he bought at the head of An'an and ning'ning's bed.

The babies are sleeping soundly with their mouths slightly open. Their eyelashes are long. The more they look, the more lovely they are. In the end, mother and daughter, and Xiao Mimi sleep in the same way.

Hua moyao didn't mention how much he loved his family's treasures. He couldn't help kissing them on their little faces. Then he stepped back.

When he came back to the room, he also put a delicately packed box on the head of Xiao Mimi's bed.

The next morning, Anning woke up, rubbed her bleary eyes, and couldn't wait to see if Santa Claus had sent them any presents.

One night, there were so many toys at the head of the bed. They were so happy that they ran out with the toys in their arms. When they saw Hua moyao, they pulled his pants and looked up and said, "look, Dad, look! Santa Claus did send gifts

Hua moyao looked at Xiao Mimi, who was still sleeping in the room, and bent down to touch their little heads: "Daddy knows, an Anning is better. How about going to the room first? Don't make Mommy sleep."

The two babies ran back to their room and played with a lot of new toys.