Song Jingye also laughed under her influence, "Are you so happy?"
Chen Ning nodded back, feeling more happy than happy. She let go of her hand and held his arm instead, so she could lean on him and get closer.
"Uncle, I will be a good wife and wife in the future. You will not suffer any loss by marrying me." She said seriously, this was her promise.
Song Jingye stopped, looked at her, and said seriously: "I want to marry you, not because I want to have a good wife and a good wife, but because I love you as a person and want to spend my life with you, that's all."
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Chen Ning's confession was originally just a bit of a joke, but Song Jingye rejected it with such a serious and even serious attitude. She froze on the spot because she realized that some thoughts seemed to be hidden deep in her bones, and she was not even aware of it.
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That is, there is still a small voice deep in his heart. Song Jingye married her partly because he and his family wanted him to get married. As he told his mother before, as long as he was willing to get married and have children, who would
It will be all right.
Therefore, she subconsciously promised that she would be a good wife and that she would not suffer any loss by marrying her.
In front of his sincerity, she felt guilty for having such thoughts, so she took the initiative to hold his arm again, admitted her mistake proactively, and said with a bit of coquettishness, "Uncle, I'm sorry."
Song Jingye remained unmoved.
She took his arm and got closer: "Husband, I'm sorry."
Song Jingye's already hard arms froze and became even harder, but his sullen face broke and he smiled: "What do you call me?"
Chen Ning kept going back and forth, calling her husband, husband, husband, three times in succession in his ear. She was originally trying to please him, but when she screamed, her chest became swollen. Because of this title, he and she
He is the dearest person in the world, and they are a family from now on. Whenever she thinks about being a family with him, her heart and eyes feel sour and painful.
Song Jingye pulled her into his arms and held her tightly with his iron-like arms. Also because of this title, it seemed that the relationship was getting closer. He liked it very much.
He lowered his head to kiss her hair and said in her ear: "Don't say the same thing again in the future, let alone describe it in terms of loss and win. It not only devalues our feelings, but also devalues yourself."
"I see."
Song Jingye treats relationships with a somewhat passionate innocence and even idealism. In his heart, the relationship between him and Chen Ninghui transcends love and family affection, and cannot be evaluated by any secular values. Use appropriate or business-like terms to evaluate them.
To describe it as winning or losing is a kind of blasphemy.
Song's mother was overjoyed when she found out that they were getting married. She immediately started making arrangements and asked for their birthdays and horoscopes. Then she asked someone to check the dates. She immediately contacted Cheng Zhimin and Gu's mother and asked them if they wanted Zhuo Yu'an and Gu Ruandong.
Contact information for the wedding resort.
The contact information is fake, and she wants to tell them that her son is getting married. Compared with several official wives in the previous compound, she is the happiest. Her husband is considerate and her son is obedient and filial. In the past few years, her only regret is
Song Jingye's major marriage event, especially every time she went to the villa, was either Zhuo Yu'an's wedding, Gu Ruandong's or Lu Kuo's wedding, or the 100-day banquet of their grandchildren. This time it was finally her family's turn.
Among the children in the compound before, she thought her Song Jingye family was the best. She didn't expect that the wedding would be the last one, so in terms of form, it must be better than each of them.
Song's father knew that she was happy, but he also reminded: "It's better to keep a low profile and don't let others talk about her."
Mother Song: "I know, the Zhuo family dares to run things in this villa, so what do we have to be afraid of?"
She prepared eagerly, but Song Jingye gave her a blow: "We won't go to the villa. We'll hold it in my comrade's restaurant. We've already said hello. Just invite a few close friends and relatives to come. Ning and I will