Ling Bingbing took a deep breath, then touched Ding Xi's head, as if he was treating a child with a smile on his eyes, and said in a half-true tone: "Do you know, I thought the cutest thing about you at the time was the innocent big eyes. Every time I was caught by me in a destruction, I couldn't get angry when I looked at me with those eyes. Now that you are old, you are not cute anymore."

When Ding Xi was touched by her like this, it suddenly seemed like a balloon was pierced. "Sister, I can change it."

"I'm still very cute!"

"You can't bully me like this!" He covered his head and pretended to be "harmed" by Ling Bingbing.

Ling Bingbing smiled even more happily, "Silly brother, I really only treat you as my brother. Why did you suddenly become like this? You don't have to work so hard to find a partner? Is it because I haven't seen me for too long and my head is burned to the sun?"

Ding Xi was stunned for a moment. He knew that the most suitable way now was to follow his sister's words and treat the confession just now as a joke.

But in his mind, he heard his own voice.

If he missed this opportunity, he would probably never have the chance to confess his love to his sister in the future.

"No, that's not the case."

"I don't want to find a partner or get married. I just want to be with my sister~~ together."

"Even if my sister doesn't like me."

"Or, my sister forgot what she promised me?" He said, and found a doll that looked old but clean from his pocket.

The doll's look is a little girl, which is 70% or 80% similar to Ling Bingbing.

"My sister has agreed... she will always be with me."

"Now it seems... I can only give this back to my sister."

"Or otherwise, every time I look at it, I will think of my sister breaking her promise."

He said, and suddenly reached out and handed the doll to Ling Bingbing.

He thought that based on the tacit understanding between them over the years and his understanding of her, she...

Ling Bingbing answered.

He stuffed the doll directly into his bag and zipped it up.

"you..."

"elder sister..."

The boy didn't expect her to be so, and his eyes turned red with anxious eyes.

Ling Bingbing smiled and pressed his arm that wanted to take me back and said softly: "What? Do you still want to go back? Do you think I will give you my black history?"

The boy's eyes grew bigger and bigger: "But...but..."

"No...I..."

Ling Bingbing curled her smile: "Yes, I did promise you that I will always be with you."

“The same is true now.”

"But-Dingding, my love for you has always been my sister's love for my younger brother. In my heart, you will always be that cute and innocent little brother. Who will marry me will have no impact on whether I will get married in the future."

"Do you understand?"

Boy: "What if I don't just want to be my younger brother?"

Ling Bingbing: "Then... I can only be a stranger."

Boy: "Because the surname Hao?"

Ling Bingbing shook her head: "No."

Even without Mr. Hao, she wouldn't like him.

It's not bad, it's just that there is no feeling of heartbeat.

Just like there are many beautiful flowers, many beautiful people, and many beautiful mountains and rivers in this world.

But no matter what kind of flowers, people, or scenery it is, there will be different evaluations.

"Really? My sister didn't lie to me?" the boy asked again.

Ling Bingbing repeated in the same tone: "Yes, I didn't lie to you."

Ding Xi lowered his head slightly and was silent for a moment, then raised his head, with a firm light flashing in his eyes: "Then I accept it, then I will always be my sister's younger brother."

"Sister, you have a break early, I'll continue to go live."

Ling Bingbing squinted her eyes and looked at his expression, trying to see something.

The boy raised the corners of his lips and showed a mouthful of white teeth: "What? Do you have anything to say to me?"

Ling Bingbing shook her head gently: "No, you go and do it."

Ding Xi turned around and left.

Looking at his back, Mr. Hao walked out in the corner.

He did not look for Ling Bingbing, but followed the boy silently.

His sixth sense as a man told him that this is never simple.

He didn't believe that a man would say he didn't like him, but he didn't like him. He was so different from his younger brother and husband.

he...

really.

As he was about to walk from the dark to the bright lights, he heard Ding Xi's words clearly: "Sister is right... No matter what happens, my younger brother will always be my younger brother."

"What's the best thing about being a husband? You can change things like this kind of husband casually."

"Not to mention this kind of devil husband."

"If she really likes collecting corpses, I'll look back and search for some handsome ones."

"How can a mere dead person be able to compare? A living person who can act cute and cute~~"

A mere dead person, Hao Youqian...

Mr. Hao became even more depressed.

It is also useful for him to refute himself.

But apart from the amount of money, he seems not to be comparable to the boy in front of him.

And as the saying goes, thirty years from Hedong to Hexi.

Maybe one day I can't sit still as the richest man.

Mr. Hao's heart seemed to have countless messes piled up, which could not be cleaned up and was messy, which made him unable to help but think about it and wander around, and unknowingly he became farther and farther away from Ling Bingbing's yurt.

Then...

After exceeding the limit, it was shot back violently.

With a 'bang', he directly hit the drum and made a roar.

Although the sound was not loud, Ling Bingbing, who was looking for her husband next to her, could hear it all at once, and clearly saw the shadow that was indented on the drum.

"Tsk... doesn't it hurt?"

Hao Youqian:...

Mr. Hao was so distorted that he was so distorted overall.

Ling Bingbing continued to poke his lung tube: "Why? Didn't you run away from home? Why are you back?"

"I'm not afraid of disturbing my brother and I, my love."

Hao Youqian:???

Mr. Hao was so angry that he twisted a trick on himself in the air.

Is this human word?

Is it human words?!

"I'm scolding me~~ It's a pity that I can't hear it. There is no extra computer for you here. Don't scold me, just bear with it. The sky is wide."

"At the age of one's life, keep more health and less angry."

Mr. Hao:...

He is about to be angry, really.

I won't have to be angry again in the future, hum╭(╯^╰)╮.

Just as he was about to lift the curtain and crawl into the yurt to find a corner to be autistic silently, he saw his little wife reaching out his hand in his direction.

"I went to bed so early, it wasn't like your style. Let's go out with me."

Mr. Hao was stunned for a moment, wandered for a while, and drew circles in her palm [Are we the only two?]

Ling Bingbing rolled her eyes at him.

"Otherwise? Do you still want me to call Sister Xiao?"

Mr. Hao was puzzled [What did you ask her to do?]

Ling Bingbing【Then what are you asking?】
Chapter completed!