It's the first time Xiao Yiting has met such a person, questioning him for eating soft rice? Questioning his relationship with his sister?

However, he didn't want to defend himself with Wu Chao, but instead, he smiled brightly, lowered his head and asked her, "Wife, is it okay to raise me?" ”

Wu Chao was stunned.

Ye Qinghe was also stunned.

However, Ye Qinghe reacted faster than Wu Chao, after all, she had seen the extent of his shamelessness for a long time......

But what if you react? What else could you do but stare at him? In front of outsiders, no matter what, she will not say "no" to him......

By the time Wu Chao finally reacted, Xiao Yiting had already carried Ye Qinghe into the room, and vaguely remembered that his expression when he turned around was arrogant......

Thinking of Xiao Yiting's shameless sentence just now, "Wife, it's good to raise me", he felt indignant, how could such a beautiful girl as Xiaohe be so unfortunate to meet this kind of man, this kind of man who eats soft rice and takes it for granted......

However, he is already married, and the marriage certificate is there, so what can he do as an outsider?

Xiao Yiting hugged her back and still let her stand on the ground, while he turned on the computer and played his game, meaning, if you don't leave, then punish the station.

Ye Qinghe looked around him, the bed was three steps away from her, and the nearest chair was five steps away from her, he was going to force her to leave......

"Xiao Yiting! Can't you fool me now? She thought back to the past few days, when he had turned the world upside down, and all his actions were based on the fact that she could not walk, and there was nothing she could do with him!

He didn't look back, "So, you can hurry up and learn to walk, can't I bully you?" ”

Three steps, not far from her.

She walked quickly, and on the third step, she fell.

Her original intention was to fall on the bed, but she miscalculated, and she fell into his arms.

He heard the sound and, faster than hers, stopped the fall.

He hugged her tightly and asked, "Why don't you trust me?" I'll never let you wrestle again. ”

She hugged his waist, and suddenly, she cried.

This time, not pretending, nor being angry, but really, hugging him, lying on his shoulder and crying.

She is not a person who is good at telling, he has always known, he always thought that after fourteen years of running-in, he could see her very clearly, but this time, he still felt a little dazed, and her personality, although it is no longer as forbearant as before, but the essence of good and bad telling has not changed, the method is exhausted, and he can't analyze her heart, he is a little helpless, the only thing he can do is to hold her hand at every step she takes, and embrace her tears at every moment she cries.

Didn't force her to go again.

In the afternoon, he didn't pick up Mr. Du, but carried her on his back and went out of the scenic spot.

Put her into his newly bought car, the car ornament hanging in the car is still the step by step lotus she sent, and the luster of the jade has not become dull because of the passage of time, but has become more and more luster.

On the back seat of the car, there was a red box, she didn't know what was inside, he took her out like this, presumably to go to Mr. Du for acupuncture, maybe it was a gift for Mr. Du.

He adjusted her chair until he thought she was most comfortable to sit on.

The car drove out of the town and drove for nearly two hours to reach H City, and then crossed the city and came to the outskirts of H City.

"Mr. Du has already retired, he was already in a semi-secluded state, and now a hospital has hired him to continue to treat people, and he has only come out again, but the place where he lives is a little far away, and he doesn't like noise and pollution, so the car can't drive into the place where he lives." Xiao Yiting explained to her when she parked.

So, their car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Mr. Du's home was halfway up the mountain.

"Come!" He half-crouched and motioned for her to lean on his back.

Staring at his back, she didn't want to count anymore, this was the first time he had carried her......

Year after year, the scenery he has seen on his back is the most beautiful every time, their autumn leaves, their sunrise, their sea ......

No one can repeat that again......

It was still very hot in the evening of late August, and he carried her on the mountain road, and she lay on his back, watching his sweat moisten his short hair, watching the beads of sweat seep out of his skin one by one, watching the beads of sweat slide down the small moles behind his ears and drip down his neck......

Inexplicably, somewhere in her heart, it was like a drop of water, moist, sour, and spread......