C3 Make Bei Chen Sleep

"Young master, Little Master is willing to let Han Ruo stay."

Aunt Xu reported over the phone.

"Nothing happened?"

Mo Zicong was a little surprised.

"Han Ruo smashed the laptop you gave Little Master. She said the losses were deducted from her salary."

Aunt Xu said.

"Interesting."

Mo Zicong smiled and said, "I want to see how long she can last."

Han Ruo's room was arranged next door to little devil.

That night.

Han Ruo lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Ruo, it was all my fault back then. It has already been so many years. Quickly go and see your child. I know you have always missed him."

The words that her grandfather had said seemed to still be in her ears.

Han Ruo turned her body and looked at the night sky outside the window. The corners of her eyes were moist.

Five years ago, the Han's Group went bankrupt and her grandfather was seriously ill and was hospitalized. At that time, she was only a student.

She had no choice.

She had never spent a day with her own son. After so many years, she had never met her son.

But he was, after all, her relative.

For the past five years, she had been missing him from time to time. Now, she finally got what she wanted.

Han Ruo, who could not sleep, simply sat up and quietly pushed open little devil's door and walked in.

The moonlight shone through the French window and entered. little devil, who was sleeping on the bed, was sleeping soundly.

Han Ruo sat by the bed and tilted her head to look at him. She unconsciously smiled.

Mo Beichen suddenly frowned.

His hands and feet twitched as if he had a nightmare. He gritted his teeth tightly.

"Beichen?"

Han Ruo became anxious.

For a moment, she did not know what to do. She gently patted Mo Beichen's back.

She snorted softly, "Go to sleep, my dear baby."

As she sang, Mo Beichen gradually calmed down and fell asleep again. He even had a smile on his face, as if he was having a wonderful dream.

Han Ruo accompanied him for a while before getting up and leaving the bedroom.

For a whole week, Han Ruo would go into Mo Beichen's bedroom in the middle of the night.

When she saw that he could not sleep properly, she would pat his back and sing for him. When she saw him sleeping sweetly, her heart was filled with joy.

It was late at night again.

Han Ruo pushed the door open again.

She heard little devil crying.

He was curled up in the blanket, shivering, as if he was a kitten abandoned in the middle of the night.

"Baby."

Han Ruo called softly.

She walked over and hugged him. Her voice was gentle. "What's wrong?"

"I dreamt that my mommy threw me into the trash can and then she left."

Little devil curled up in Han Ruo's arms. His face was still covered in sparkling tears.

His words were like a heavy hammer smashing into Han Ruo's heart.

She could not say anything.

She only tightly hugged Mo Beichen, allowing the guilt to drown her.

Little devil fell silent.

He snuggled in Han Ruo's arms. Her hand lightly patted his back.

The door was gently pushed open.

Mo Zicong stood by the door and watched Han Ruo coax Mo Beichen to sleep. His eyes were filled with surprise.

Usually when Mo Beichen was woken up by nightmares, he would definitely be noisy and noisy, making everyone unable to sleep all night.

Now he actually fell asleep in her song. He did not make any noise, nor did he feel uneasy.

Seeing Mo Beichen fall asleep, Han Ruo carefully got down from the bed and turned around to see Mo Zicong.

"Young master."

Han Ruo's voice was very soft, afraid to disturb little devil who was sleeping sweetly on the bed.

Mo Zicong took a few steps back.

He watched Han Ruo walk out of the bedroom and watched her carefully close the door.

"You've been coaxing Beichen to sleep these few days?"

Mo Zicong's voice was low and cold in the quiet night.