Su Hanyan was a little sad, and raised a pair of crystal eyes and looked at him.
Four years have not left any traces on his body and face. He is still extraordinary, handsome and unparalleled.
"Do you like it?" His chin was intimately against her hair.
The red lips are slightly open, and Su Hanyan doesn't know what to say. For a long time, he gently responded, "Like!"
"I ..." Su Hanyan wanted to say, I'm sick, it's not long.
"What?"
Su Hanyan couldn't speak, and could no longer suppress his inner sadness, and he burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" Feng Yan raised his hand and wiped the tears in the corner of her eyes, and there was a coolness on his fingertips. "I don't want to make you cry, like it, it should be happy."
He didn't want to mess with her, just wanted her to feel her affection for her.
He hopes that no matter what happens in the future, Su Hanyan can firmly keep his emotional world as firm as him.
"I want to thank you, there is no marriage that I can't give you. This is very unfair to you, but except for marriage, everything is yours, including me!" Feng Yan hugged her tightly, her voice was low and dull.
"You will never lose me."
He whispered softly, his tone was firm.
"How is it possible?" Su Hanyan could not cry.
Four years ago, she had lost everything.
What else can you talk about forever?
Nothing in this world can forever, except for the cold death.
Fate left her too much. She didn't expect her for a long time, she just hoped to give her a chance to be a mother.
"A Yan ..." She just shouted, and suddenly saw Feng Yan kneeling slowly in front of her.
This is……
Can't he give a marriage, do you still ask for marriage?
But isn't the ring worn on her left -handed finger?
"Lin cherish ..."
"Call me smoke!" Su Hanyan corrected, the empty right hand quietly wiped the corner of the eyes.
She is not Lin cherished, she is Su Hanyan.
If you have to entangle with this man, then let it go so naturally.
Feng Yan laughed and held her left hand, and said very seriously and sincerely: "Smoke, willing to spend the rest of my life with me?"
For a while, Su Hanyan only felt like a blooming firework was exploded in front of him.
She couldn't think about it, looking down at the man who was kneeling in front of herself with one knee, so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time.
She covered her mouth, sobbing and crying into tears.
She kept crying, and Fengyan kept kneeling halfway in front of her, waiting for her answer.
"The rest of my life ... How long is it?" Su Hanyan never thought that one day she and Feng Yan would actually promise the future.
"Until the death of life!"
"But I have a lot of things that I don't understand!"
"I know with you slowly." Feng Yan thought she was talking about character and integration.
Su Hanyan shook his head. The demise of life was a natural and cruel fact, especially now that she is particularly sensitive to the vocabulary of death.
"Smoke, believe me!"
"Ayan, one day you will regret it, you will regret saying these things to me. You will regret it ... You will regret it ..."
Seeing that she was crying even more, Feng Yan was so distressed that she kissed her back.
"Get up ..." Her strength couldn't move Fengyan at all.
"Are you willing?" Feng Yan asked.
Su Hanyan nodded hard, so good, if you give birth to a child, you can rest assured.
Later, she reached out and grabbed his shirt collar tightly, pulled him up.