Walking into the kitchen, when Xiang Qinglan saw him, she smiled at him. The lightness in her smile made his heart warm a lot. He stood behind her and gently held her waist in his arms.
, such a natural action makes the two people's hearts tightly together, without any distance.
"I can't move anymore," Xiang Qinglan turned around and looked at him, her lips moving slightly, her hands were fixed between his arms by him, she could only say to him silently, and he held her
How can she cook in such a tight situation? The two of them will starve to death.
Qing raised his eyebrows and let her go slightly. However, he turned his head and secretly kissed her on the lips. Haha, he let her go with a big smile. In his bright eyes,
It has a bright light like a star.
Xiang Qinglan glared at him, but when she turned around, there was a touch of sweetness on her face. Her eyes were bent, and there was a hint of happiness in her water-like eyes.
Qing has been standing behind her, occasionally helping her get something. The two of them have always finished dinner together. They have heavy work during the day, so they can only enjoy the leisure of the day at night.
and happy time, so they all cherish every minute and every second, because as soon as the evening time passes, they have to repeat the kind of heavy physical work, which will rob them of every strength.
She thought he didn't know, and he didn't let her know. In fact, they were both working hard at the same time.
The night time belonged to them. Qing ate the food Xiang Qinglan made with big mouthfuls. Because he hardly ate anything during the day, he was very hungry. Xiang Qinglan held the bowl and looked at him strangely.
He's been eating a lot lately, but he doesn't seem to have gained much weight.
Putting down the bowl, she propped up her chin and looked at Qing. Qing received her gaze, put down the bowl, and stared at her, "Is there something on my face?" Qing touched his own.
There weren't any grains of rice or dust on his face. He wouldn't have brought cement from the construction site to his face. Otherwise, why would she be looking at him so strangely?
Xiang Qinglan shook her head. His face was washed very clean, because Qing loved to be clean. However, she still looked at him. Qing frowned. Since there was nothing, why did she look like this?
He seems to have an extra horn on his face.
"Qing, you've eaten a lot recently," she opened her lips and spoke through lip language. Qing almost dropped the bowl in her hand after seeing it.
"Lan, you mean I've been acting like a pig lately?" Eating a lot means a pig, and he already thinks so.
Xiang Qinglan looked at him innocently, did she say that? She was just curious that his appetite had indeed increased a lot recently, but he was not fat at all. She had never said that he looked like a pig.
"That's what it is," Qing snorted, but he was still eating to himself. He suddenly put down his bowl, took Xiang Qinglan's bowl and added another full bowl of rice to her, and then
It was suddenly pushed in front of her.
Three black lines were quickly drawn on Xiang Qinglan's face. This time, she was going to be raised as a pig. She had been eating less. Of course, it was not for the sake of her figure, but because she had had an appetite since she was a child.
Just like this, let her eat so much at once, do you want to overwhelm her to death?
And Qing just raised her right eyebrow slightly, obviously not paying attention to her expression that could be called sad. "Since you said I eat a lot, then you eat one more point, so there is no more
, I won’t eat less.”
He said coolly, but that tone was obviously intentional.
"If you want to be a pig, two of you come together," Xiang Qinglan lowered her head and did not see the undisguised smile of success on her face.
Xiang Qinglan looked at the bowl placed in front of her, and finally could only pick it up weakly, starting her first day of being raised as a pig.
The night wind gradually blew, and fallen leaves fell one after another. After a season, life began to wither again, and the desolation of autumn began.
In the Su family's apartment, Gong Ruxue was like a hostess directing the servants inside to do things. In fact, she was almost married. Her marriage to Su Zhetuo was now known to everyone. From now on, her identity will be
Not the woman in his darkness, but his wife, his only wife.
Walking to the phone, she picked up the phone and dialed a number skillfully. Then she looked at the apartment in front of her that could no longer find any shadow of her past. A large smile fell in her eyes. Xiang Qinglan, I
Finally all your shadows are thrown away from this moment.
The phone went through, and Su Zhetuo's deep voice came from the person inside, but it was extremely magnetic. It only took one person's voice to make it unforgettable, let alone him himself.
Rich, handsome, and successful in career, such a man is the ideal partner for many women. However, they all have no chance. From now on, he will be her only husband.
"Tuo, where are we going to eat tonight? I'm very hungry." She put her hand on her stomach. She still felt really hungry after a busy day.
"If you're hungry, ask the servant to cook something for you," the man's voice continued. There seemed to be an indifference and distance to him on the phone that could not be felt.
"But, I want to wait for you," Gong Ruxue bit her lips. Her perfect red lips were extremely bright. Her voice was much softer, but the man must have always understood what she said. There was no point in it at all.
Hidden feelings.
There was silence on the phone for a long time, and then for a long time, someone said something. "Okay, you wait for me, I'll go back after I finish my work."
"I'm waiting for you. You have to come back soon." Gong Ruxue put down the phone in her hand, and the smile on her face seemed to get wider.
She is not that idiot like Xiang Qinglan. She will do everything possible to get what she wants, and after getting it, she will hold it firmly in her hands. For such an excellent man, if he doesn't grasp it well, he doesn't know if she will be able to do it.
It's the second Xiang Qinglan.
However, this possibility is very small, because the biggest difference between her and Xiang Qinglan, which is also the biggest bargaining chip in her hand, is that this man loves her.
Running her slender fingers through her charming long curly hair, she shook her hair, got up and walked towards the room. It would be their future wedding room, and it was natural for them to live together.