Leng Mingxian walked to the side of the bed with Wu Yue in his arms, and in her exclamation, he gently put her on the bed, pressed his body against her, and inhaled her unique fragrance.

"Mingxian ......" Wu Yue trembled under him, "Don't ......"

"Just let me hold it for a while, just for a while." Leng Mingxian pleaded in a low voice, half-straightened up, moved his weight away from her, his warm gaze fell on her crimson face, half-knelt, and hugged her fiercely, "In the hospital, I haven't hugged you properly." ”

The childish tone suddenly dissolved Wu Yue's nervous mood, nestled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, as if returning to the intimate time many years ago.

Leng Mingxian changed his position, leaned on the head of the bed, let her sleep on his chest, and laughed softly: "Yue'er, let's fall in love again." ”

Wu Yue covered his face on his chest, smelled his smell under his nose, and smiled slightly: "Okay, you have to pursue me again." I don't know where to start, and this moment is as unreal as a dream.

When she was pregnant with Linda, she was often alone in a daze, missing his arms, missing his tender and sweet words in private, cruelly telling herself that the past was gone, and in the future, it would never be possible to lean on his arms again, listening to his heartbeat, the happiness she thought had long since disappeared.

"That's up to me."

"Mingxian, there is one thing I have to make clear to you." Wu Yue raised his head and looked at him with a serious expression, "About Dad, do you still have hatred in your heart?" ”

This sentence was asked bluntly, and it was Wu Yue who said it without scruples, Leng Mingxian felt that she had let go of the blow given to her by her father's death, and her warm lips fell between her eyebrows, and promised: "You said that my father has passed away, and that's what he owes me, so I don't have any more hatred in my heart, and please don't impose my father's death on me." ”

Wu Yue didn't blink his eyes, and looked at him directly, wanting to see from his gaze that he was telling the truth, but his eyes blinked, revealing his true thoughts in his heart.

She smiled helplessly, straightened up, and held his face with both hands, "Mingxian, you lied, you still care in your heart that my father is the culprit who caused your childhood to be so miserable." ”

Sure enough, he couldn't fool her.

Leng Mingxian pouted a little annoyed, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly, "You are you, your father is your father, two different things, but I will do what I say......"

"It's the same thing, without my father, where did I come from." Wu Yue cried out unhappily in his arms, "Leng Mingxian, don't think that I love you, I have to inch in, unless you let go of your hatred for my father, we can start again, otherwise, I will take Linda back to New York, now I know that you love me, I will threaten you with this love." ”

This kind of thing is not exactly what he once did, she just painted a scoop according to the gourd, so that he also knew what it was like to be threatened.

"Okay, okay, okay, wife, I listen to you, don't threaten me with leaving, I'm really afraid, but, let me say let it go, let me put it down, unless you give some reward, I only have you and Linda in my head, where is there time to hate."