Quan Youchen put his hands behind his back and walked towards his two nephews. He was still as cold as ever, his facial features were as perfect as carved by a knife, and his cold eyes were as deep as a pool of water, almost sucking people in. In the faint night,
He seemed to radiate a holy silver light.
Time has not left any mark on his face. Daily exercise has made him still as fit as a standard male model. There are few men who can be like him without any change after more than ten years. He is still the same as thousands of women and even girls.
Idols and dream lovers
"uncle."
"Your Majesty."
Ming Che and Ye Zhehuan bent down to greet each other and looked behind them at the same time. This was their habitual action. Over the past ten years, wherever Quan Youchen appeared, there would always be Mo Lu.
really--
"Quan Youchen, you left me again and sneaked in to see Sister Mo." A woman who was thirty-two years old but still as nimble as a girl jumped out of the car and ran to Quan Youchen with a huff.
In front of Youchen, he put one hand on Mingche's car door, panting hard, and looked up at her nominal husband.
Ming Che and Ye Zhehuan walked away silently, leaving space to the couple who were chasing each other.
"Why are you here again?" Quan Youchen said coldly, but he still took out a tissue and handed it to her to wipe her sweat. Over the years, he saw a figure chasing him, from a seventeen-year-old girl to a three-year-old girl.
The twelve-year-old mature woman pursues her in all kinds of weird ways, either calling him with a loudspeaker, holding up a banner to list the evidence that he is attracted to her, or deliberately saying that if someone likes her, she will run away if he doesn't fall in love with her, etc.
Don't use it to the extreme.
However, it still did not melt Quan Youchen's frozen stone heart.
"I think if I go to the Olympics now, I will be able to win the 10,000-meter long-distance running championship." Molu took the tissue, wiped the glistening sweat on his forehead, and panted slightly, "This is all due to the perseverance and perseverance of chasing you.
"Speed, it turns out that if you like someone, not only your feelings will become strong, but your body will also become strong." Molu has never been shy about her feelings for Quan Youchen.
"Let's go back." Quan Youchen looked back at the villa again and said.
Mo Lu didn't move, stood up straight, looked into his eyes, and asked, "After so many years, you still can't forget Sister Mo? He heard that she was not feeling well, so he ran over and took a look at her secretly.
Make you feel very happy."
"It's none of your business. I want to be your queen. Isn't this a lifelong dream? I gave it to you." Quan Youchen turned around and didn't look at her still clear eyes. There are few women like her.
In this way, the eyes of a seventeen-year-old and a thirty-two-year-old are exactly the same.
"You are wrong. My lifelong dream is not to be a queen, but to be with you." She did not allow him to escape and ran to him. She couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She had never
She had never cried in front of him, and no matter how hard she chased him, she would never cry tired, but he misunderstood her love, which made her feel extremely wronged.
"We are together."
"No! We are not together. We have never been together. Your heart is with Sister Mo. Although we get along day and night, you rarely look at me. We have been together for fifteen years. You
She is not even willing to give birth to a child that belongs to us." For the first time, she raised objections to him.
"Woman, don't ask for too much." His voice turned cold instantly, indicating that his patience had reached its limit.
When Mo Lu heard this, he blinked his eyes and shed big tears.
"Quan Youchen, if, if I only have three months to live, are you willing to lie to me and say that you will love me for three months?" She runs around behind him every day, but he never knows.
She must be sick. His eyes have always only focused on Sister Mo.
"Go back." It was cold, and her tears didn't seem to move him at all.
"Then what if I never appear in front of you from today on?" she asked almost desperately.
"You are the queen, and you will be the queen for life. Don't think nonsense." After Quan Youchen finished speaking, he turned around and strode out of the villa. Mo Lu looked at Quan Youchen's generous and cold back and wiped his face.
Tears bursting from his eyes, he took a deep breath, ran over like a sprint, and then jumped suddenly on Quan Youchen's back——
"Haha, I will always appear in front of you, keep pestering you every day, until... I die." She laughed loudly.
Quan Youchen frowned:
"Come down!"
"No! I'm too tired to walk. I'll help you be your queen, and you'll carry me on your back. It's a worthwhile exchange. Being a queen is very tiring." She lay on his back, greedily absorbing what was his.
the breath.
Although he didn't like how crazy she looked, Quan Youchen didn't continue to scold her. He put his hands behind his back and dragged her down.
*
"I'm so angry." Ming Keai walked to Ye Yinhuan's room, threw her bag on the table, and sat down angrily.
"What's wrong?" Ye Yinhuan raised his head with a book on his lap.
"What do you mean by brother Zhehuan? I went to have a relationship with Bai Yuan, and he was so close to me. He was not allowed to eat this or use it. Later, he punched Bai Yuan's eyes until they were swollen!" Ming Keai!
His legs kicked wildly to vent his dissatisfaction.
"My brother fell in love with you and even injured your boyfriend?" Ye Yinhuan was stunned, and the book on his lap fell to the ground. My brother fell in love with cuteness. When did this happen?
"Yes, sister, don't you think this is too much? This is my first time in love, how could he destroy it so completely!" Ming Keai became more and more irritated as she thought about it.
"Bang bang bang..." The door of the room opened, and Ye Zhehuan's tall and slender figure appeared at the door, "It's time to eat."
"Huh!" Ming Keai stood up and passed by Ye Zhehuan angrily. As she passed by, she deliberately stepped on him hard to show her dissatisfaction. Ye Zhehuan frowned in pain. The little girl was so strong.
"Brother..." Ye Yinhuan called to Ye Zhehuan.
"What's wrong?" Ye Zhehuan walked up to his sister and touched her forehead. "You don't look good. Are you studying too hard? You can get average grades, so you don't have to work so hard."
"Brother, you like cuteness, right?"
"……Um."
"When did it start?"
"I don't know either." Ye Zhehuan began to recall the first time he met Ming Keai in England. She was only eight years old at that time. She followed him with her English homework and shouted in a voice like a silver bell, "
Brother Zhehuan, how do you spell this word?" He looked innocent and cute.
"Brother! How can you do this! How can you like cuteness?"
"why not?"
"Are we going to stay in the Ming family for the rest of our lives and be controlled by Ming Che for the rest of our lives?"