He said that, turning around and rushing out of the door, completely forgot about the pain in his knees.

"Hey, it's still early to play with you. You won't want to go to the airport now." Bai Qianchi got up and wanted to chase him.

The Emperor brought the man back: "Don't worry about him."

"You will scare him." Bai Qianchi glanced at him.

The Emperor Young Master smiled and said nothing, and couldn't help but drink the porridge she had drunk.

“This is what I have eaten.”

"I just like eating what you've eaten."

"I have a cold."

"I'm in good health and not so easily infected."

“…”

"Are you still dizzy?"

"Um."

"Then lie down and have a good rest." The Emperor Young Master put down the bowl and covered her with a quilt.

"The New Year is four days away. Let's go back to the old house of the Emperor's family to celebrate the New Year with grandparents."

"good."

"Well... I'll go to see Moyun after the New Year and also go to greet the Mo wife."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"It's great, I'm finally not alone in the New Year." Looking at the Emperor's face, Bai Qianchi said to himself.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"It's nothing, are you cold? Do you want to get into the bed?"

"Are you taking the initiative to invite me to sleep?"

"What do you think about? Just sleep."

"Wife... Haven't you come this month's holiday yet?" A man stretched out his hand, covered her belly, and touched her through the quilt, with indescribable gentleness.

"Come tomorrow."

"How do you know?"

"I'll come when I say it."

"In addition to perspective, can we also predict the future?"

Bai Qianchi turned his back and avoided his hand: "If I don't come tomorrow, I will beat you to death."

“…”

As the New Year comes, the imperial capital is filled with joyful scenery, with red and white intersecting, which is the atmosphere of the New Year.

Bai Qianchi returned to the old house of the Emperor's house while sick, and accompanied the two old men to celebrate the New Year happily.

"Xiao Qianchi, stop playing, come and drink this chicken soup first to warm up your body."

"Grandma, I just drank pork rib soup." Bai Qianchi sat on the sand, holding scissors and learning paper-cutting with the old housekeeper seriously.

When she heard Tan Moyan ask her to drink soup again, she quickly put down her scissors: "Di Xiaozuo, don't move around, I'll come back soon."

"Meow" received!

She said as she got up and ran to the dining area...

After drinking the soup, Bai Qianchi returned to the sand and continued to complete what he had not finished cutting just now.

A few minutes later, Bai Qianchi looked at his work and was very satisfied.

He ran upstairs with his works and found the Emperor Shaojue who was in the study.

"What's wrong? Running so fast?"

Bai Qianchi gave him the paper cut and did not speak.

The Emperor took it and spread the paper-cut. When he saw the paper-cut clearly, he couldn't help but smile and bent his eyes.

囍!

"You cut it?"

Bai Qianchi nodded: "It's amazing."

"Is this a hint to me?"

"You are so smart, do you still need my hint?"

The Emperor Master held her hand: "Next year, May 20th, I will put on the wedding dress I designed by myself for you, put on the wedding ring designed by you, and give the title of Mrs. God in front of people all over the world."

On May 20th, although he could not wait, that day was really beautiful.

"May 20th? Many people choose to get married on this day, and people all over the world are showing their love..."

"That day was also my birthday."

"..." Bai Qianchi was stunned: "Then I agreed, that's that day."

"must."

However, when it really came to that day, everything was different...

When he took out the ring and knelt on the ground, put it on her with tears, and told her: It's okay, everything will be fine, I won't leave, I will always be with you.

But she retreated in tears and cried in despair: Master Di, I beg you, you kill me...
Chapter completed!