Ke Zi ignored him and changed the topic. She wanted to go to Qiqi's place to sort out some things, but she didn't even get her computer back.
"Then I have to use my own method to get you to kiss me."
This kind of exchange was like a chicken talking to a duck. Ke Zi glared at him, turned around and wanted to leave, but he grabbed him and held her tightly in his arms.
I saw him first kissing the palm of his own hand, and then kissing her lips under Ke Zi's wide-eyed shock.
Several black lines flashed across her forehead, and she felt thunder rolling from the sky.
He can do such a boring trick??
She turned her head and wanted to push him. This was the street!
This time, Murphy really had enough. He let her go with a smile, "This time it really doesn't hurt anymore."
"You pervert!"
"The pervert's wife."
here we go again……
"Let's go, I have nothing to do. Let's go shopping in the afternoon." Murphy held her hand, feeling extremely proud.
The two of them rarely do things like shopping.
Murphy's inertia is to choose a brand when he needs something. New styles are delivered to his home every season, and he directly cooperates with Guan Zichen's company in Yecheng.
But it’s still nice to go shopping with my wife occasionally.
Ke Zi was held by his hand, but she didn't break away. Murphy's steps were not big. He was already used to letting her follow his footsteps. She was pleased with this considerateness.
But, can they really hold hands like this forever?
Mom said her process was over.
Such a brief moment happened without her knowing it.
Perhaps, there is not even a trace of transcendence, pure and beautiful, but infinitely sad.
She was lost in thought and just followed his footsteps subconsciously without looking at the road. Is it the process or the ending that people pursue?
What if the process, no matter how wonderful it is, ends in tragedy?
If there is no ending, the process is very gorgeous. If there is no ending, is this the best ending?
In the final analysis, my mother was just sacrificing herself for her.
Ever since she was born, she has been dragging her mother down...
"Be careful!" Murphy suddenly hugged her and brought her to him, frowning slightly, "What are you thinking about?" He was almost hit by a person running over with a suitcase.
Ke Zi looked up at him and said seriously: "I'm thinking that I must be very filial to my mother."
"I can do it too, and I'll accompany you." Murphy nodded, stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.
He sighed, a woman like Han Yun deserves his lifelong respect, and it also made him want to accompany Ke Zi to be filial to her.
"Murphy, look there is a beautiful woman over there!"
The two of them entered a shopping mall, and Ke Zi suddenly pointed at the long-haired beauty who came down from the elevator on the other side and shouted.
"Where?"
Mo Fei subconsciously responded, looked up, and heard Ke Zi asking him quietly in his ear.
"You are so tall, aren't you? You are so beautiful."
"It's true, she has a good figure, but I don't know what she looks like from the front."
"So you really want to see their faces?"
The two of them had already gone up to the second floor, and the beautiful woman had also gone downstairs. Murphy's eyes were still looking, but Ke Zi stood on tiptoe and grabbed his ear, and he finally reacted.
"Hey, honey, honey, let go first. I didn't want to look at it. I was just saying that your point of view is correct and I only agree with you."