Yi Jian, Zhong Qing and Zhong Xin got out of the car and when they entered the hometown, they saw a room full of flowers, lilies, roses, hyacinths, jade lilacs, and some words that Zhong Qing didn't recognize.
There was a strong fragrance of flowers inside, and Zhong Qing was surprised. Zhong Xin stood aside and looked at the flowers in the room, and was also stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Did the young marshal buy these for you? I
But I have never seen anyone send flowers to a whole house!"
Zhong Qing just stared at the flowers in front of her in a daze, feeling sour and sweet in her heart. She felt a little incredible. It turned out that the surprise he gave her was in the hometown...
"Like it?"
Yi Jian didn't know when she was standing behind Zhong Qing, stretched out her hand, pulled her into his arms, and asked softly in her ear.
Zhong Qing nodded hurriedly, she liked it very much.
Yi Jian didn't say anything, but her breathing became heavier and heavier. Zhongqing just thought that he was thinking about something, and her face became redder and redder. In fact, she didn't think about it in her heart. She was a spoiled child by him.
She couldn't sleep without him holding her child every night. During the past two nights, she was always tossing and turning in bed, with thoughts running through her mind.
She lowered her head, feeling a little hot all over her body. She felt Yi Jian's breathing getting heavier and heavier beside her, and she was so scared that she held her breath.
He shouted softly: "Young Marshal..."
"Huh?" His tone was very gentle, and he just responded lightly. The intensity of holding her relaxed little by little.
