"I have taken the position. [ ] You are the hostess here, and no one can take your place, and..." He looked into her eyes, "Xiaofeng, I have already regarded you as my wife in my heart. Any other
Women, including Lin Jiani, are no longer just ordinary friends!"
She giggled, and she didn't seem to dislike Lin Jiani that much anymore. She just hugged Ye Jia's waist and listened to him whispering softly in her ear: "Xiao Feng, I bought you a gift, see if you like it."
No?"
It was an extremely beautiful corsage, and she happily took it and pinned it on her chest: "Ye Jia, are you hungry? I've stewed the ribs and mung bean soup, you go ahead and drink it."
"Oh, to be honest, what I miss most when I'm outside is your pork rib soup..." He smiled and hugged her to stand up. She leaned against him docilely, and he held her and trotted for a while, "Xiaofeng, how can I
Do you think you are getting lighter?"
"No. I eat a lot every day."
Ye Jia hugged her and ran very fast. She could almost hear the whistling of the wind, and she felt happy in her heart. However, at the same time, she was also accompanied by a faint uneasiness. Everything in the place seemed to be becoming more and more unreal, the flowers, plants and trees
, it seems, maybe, it is not my own flowers and trees!
It was already setting sun when a burst of laughter and laughter came from across the wooden bridge.
From afar, a large circle of people came, including Mrs. Ye, Lin Jiani, Shanshan, and her tomboy friend. Mrs. Ye's laughter was the loudest, and she really arrived before anyone else arrived.
Ye Jia thought her mother said she would come tomorrow. She hadn't been home for a long time. She and Feng Feng had just said goodbye as if they were newlyweds. Suddenly, she saw that they had arrived early. She felt slightly unhappy, but couldn't say anything, so she just said nothing.
Feng Feng smiled and said: "Xiao Feng, my mother and the others came early."
Feng Feng nodded. She glanced to the west in a blink of an eye. She only felt that the setting sun was like blood, with an indescribable chill. Is this late autumn? Maybe winter is really coming soon. As for the short-lived "Little Indian Spring", it is just like the west.
Like the setting sun, it will soon disappear without a trace.
Mrs. Ye's attitude was unprecedentedly enthusiastic, and she actually spoke before her: "Xiao Feng..."
She didn't know whether she should be flattered or frightened. She heard Mrs. Ye's affectionate tone for the first time and quickly answered politely, followed by Lin Jiani's timid, gentle and sweet smile: "Sister Xiaofeng, I'm disturbing you again, Brother Ye."