Her chest felt slightly cold. Huangfu Ruo opened her skirt and saw a necklace shining brightly between her breasts.
Exactly, the one just now.
She immediately showed surprise on her face, "How did you do it?"
Qin Lan stretched out her palm, took out the necklace from her body, and carefully tied it around her neck, "Want to know?"
"Speak quickly." She urged.
He smiled and leaned towards his face, pointing to his lips, "You seem to have forgotten something?"
Smiling and rolling her eyes at him, Huangfu Ruo stretched out her arms to hug him and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Hugging her, Qin Lan kissed her lips affectionately.
After 21 years of marriage, my love for her has not changed due to the passage of time. On the contrary, it is like old red wine, which becomes more and more fragrant the longer it is stored.
And her appearance in a white dress is still not much different from that of 21 years ago. She is even more mature and attractive than the slightly youthful she was back then.
Kissing her and gently stroking her back with his palms, Qin Lan stretched out his fingers and turned on the remote control speaker. A familiar melody immediately floated in the air.
At the movie celebration party that year, it was this song that he asked her to dance to for the first time, and then he couldn't play it in her world.
"Ruoruo, can I ask you to dance?" He hugged her and whispered.
She raised her head and looked at him with a slight breath. She smiled, "I don't dance well, so be careful of stepping on your feet."
"Why don't you just step on my feet?" he replied with a smile.
The same conversation, more than twenty years later, is still moving.
She actually took off her high heels and stepped on his feet. He hugged her and danced softly to the music.
You don't need to drink, you are already drunk.
Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he picked her up and carried her to the bed, then covered her up unceremoniously.
"Wife, let's eat you first and then eat, right?"
If Huangfu didn't answer, it wasn't because he didn't want to answer, but because he kissed his lips and couldn't make a sound.
I had no choice but to hug his neck, kiss him back, and respond with body language.
Suddenly, she avoided his kiss again.
"Husband, what is the number of this room?"
Qin Lan panted slightly and looked at her face.
"2599, I have loved you for a long time. I specially booked it a month in advance."
"I'm sorry!" She stuck out her tongue, showing a cute childish expression.
He smiled and his tone was extremely doting, "My little Ruoruo can always surprise me."
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Qiao's villa.
A taxi stopped. The man sitting in the back seat quickly took out a whole bill and handed it to the driver. He immediately picked up his simple luggage and got out of the car.
"Keep the change, please."
Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward and rang the doorbell.
The servant came out, opened the door, and immediately showed a surprised expression when he saw the dusty man standing on the steps.
"Sir, you are back?!"
Standing on the steps was none other than Song Zihan, Qiao Yujun's ex-husband and Qiao Wei's father.
After getting the news about Qiao Wei, Song Zihan rushed back from abroad as soon as possible.
Song Zihan stepped into the room and asked, "Where is Yujun?"
Taking the luggage from his hand, the servant bent over and handed over the slippers, "Mr. Qiao is upstairs."
Without changing his shoes, Song Zihan immediately hurried through the living room, hurried upstairs, rushed to Qiao Wei's room, and opened the door.
Sure enough, in the corner of the sofa, he saw a picture of Qiao Yujun hugging her daughter in despair, and was bringing the glass of wine to her mouth.
