She was so happy that she went back to her room and had a great time.
In the living room, a man and a woman were left.
On the large terrace, several pots of white fragrant flowers were in full bloom, and the moonlight was so hazy. All of this was a bit incredible.
Qiao Xiaomai stood by the window and looked at the moonlight tonight. Georgette's skirt also showed a faint and elegant haziness under the moonlight. Just like her outstretched arm - the faint scar on the wrist,
She actually forgot to cover it up. Really, this was the first time that she forgot to cover up that terrible wound, not only because she forgot, but maybe it was the first time she felt relieved.
Liang Xiaodong watched her quietly from the side, and he was the first to notice this detail. In the past, even if she occasionally wore short-sleeved shirts, she would always wear a large piece of jewelry to completely cover up this terrible trace. Moreover, if it was not necessary, she
I will never wear short sleeves.
Such scars are like wounds in the heart. If they are not ignored, the wounds in the heart will never recover.
Tonight, for the first time, she was so calm and calm. Does this mean that the wound in her heart has been completely healed?
He slowly walked over and stood side by side with her.
The whole house is beautiful because of this large terrace. Looking around, the windows of the house are bright and clean, and almost every corner is spotless. Fruits, snacks, sundries...everything is classified and neatly arranged.
Even his slippers and change of shirts... He is like a legitimate member of the family.
The swaying fig branches playfully stretched out from the open window. Xiaodong reached out and picked an unripe fruit, put it to his nose and sniffed it gently.
"wheat……"
"Xiaodong..."
The two spoke almost at the same time and laughed at the same time.
"You first."
Xiaodong's voice was surprisingly gentle: "Maimai, I like this feeling of home very much. Before you, I had dated girlfriends, both foreign and domestic. They were all smart, beautiful, capable and shrewd. They
They can also eat, play and live a very refined life, but they are never willing to spend a lot of time and energy on family life..."
Modern independent women, who is not like this? They work so hard and work just as hard as men. Of course, they must treat themselves well in their spare time, such as spa, watching movies, shopping, and even playing mahjong... Who is willing to spend a lot of time on housework?
It's not that they are bad, it's just that they are not what he needs - he longs for the feeling of family too much! Just like the eldest brother keeps asking himself, why can't you leave that woman?
Yes, I can't do without her, the food she cooks, her gentle eyes, and her accompanying me like this on a night like this...
It’s not so much that I can’t live without wheat, but that I can’t live without this feeling of home—perhaps, this is what people often call fate? Otherwise, there are so many women in the world, why do I only feel this from her?
kind of warmth?
The two of them were sitting on the rocking chair together. The glass door was closed, and the large terrace became a separate world for two people. At this time, Xiaodong reached out his hand and gently held her shoulders. She leaned in his arms.
, looking at the moonlight outside the window, the shadowy fig branches, and the faint fragrance of ripe fruits.
His strong arms hugged her, like the rapidly warming air.