Liu Mingxin doesn't seem to be very satisfied with her attitude. Glared at her. Said: "Then you say. What's so good about Zhenyang."

Minglang thought about it for a moment. Shrug." Handsome."

"Am I not handsome?" Liu Mingxin suddenly sat up straight. Reach over with both hands and pinch Minglang's cheeks." You look closely. Look closely. Am I not handsome?"

Minglang opened his hand. Really look at him closely. Nodding his head while looking at it." Well. It's also a handsome guy."

Liu Mingxin said angrily: "Then why doesn't Xiaoxiao marry me. And beat the children out for him."

Minglang didn't know how to talk to him about the theory of love. No matter how good your conditions are. There's no way the other person doesn't love you. Of course. She didn't think Liu Mingxin didn't understand this truth. He just doesn't want to face it. Or rather. He is not willing to accept defeat. He may not really love Zhang Qiaoxiao. It's just that I can't get over it.

Minglang looked at his confused eyes. sighed. Summoned a glass of Bloody Mary. Then put it together with the red wine. Ask him, "Which one do you think looks good?"

Liu Mingxin looked at her. I looked at two more glasses of wine. Then he pointed to the red wine and said, "The color is Mary beautiful. But I love red wine."

"Hmm. It's as simple as that." Clear, concise and authentic. It has nothing to do with whether it is good or not. It's just about preference.

Liu Mingxin looked at her steadily. Suddenly his shoulders collapsed. So weakly said, "You don't know how to comfort people."

Ming frowned." You're asking a little too much."

"At the very least. You also have to analyze with me about the relationship between feelings and the true meaning of love, etc."

Bright and feeling powerless." What the hell are you talking about. I can't even understand it." How is love so complicated. It's not about falling in love that you're in love. If you don't love it, you don't love it.

Liu Mingxin looked at her in a daze. How could Zhen Yang like you? You're so boring."

"Who said he liked me." Bright eyebrows.

"You don't know. You will reward you with 10 million." Liu Mingxin's eyes are narrow. The drunkenness in his eyes faded away. The face that had been blank just now suddenly became cheerful. Even. There is a bit of a flirtatious taste.

And then. Minglang saw him slowly stand up. Reaching out and beckoning behind her." Zhen Yang. This way."

A dark shadow shrouded the light. Familiar sensations and tastes linger on the tip of the nose. Lavender laundry detergent. Fresh soap smell. Don't look up. She also knows who it's coming.

He sat down beside her. Pick up the red wine in front of her. Take a sip gently. And then. Put the cup in the palm of her hand. Whispered, "Drink it. Let's go home."

Her palms trembled slightly. Because of the word "home" in his words. Look up at him. His brow was blurred in the dim light. It seems to be a silhouette cast on a window. Out of reach. But it's close at hand.

His hand quietly rested in her palm. The voice was soft and said to Liu Mingxin: "Xin. Thank you."

"Owe me 10 million." Liu Mingxin urged the narrow tunnel.

"I'll give it to you tomorrow." Zhen Yang Dao. Then take Minglang's hand." Walk. Let's go home."

Minglang stood up without saying a word. Obediently let him take her hand and walk out.

The weather is a little cooler. He takes off his suit. draped over her. Asked, "Are you hungry?" Let's go get something to eat."

Minglang's eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle smiles." You're hungry. I'll do it for you when you get home."

"You know how to cook." He was a little unconvinced.

"Women. You always have to learn a few good dishes to watch the door." She leaned on his shoulder. The night breeze ruffles up short hair. Lost her sight. Be a housewife. It's what she's always wanted.

The two drove home. On the road. The two chatted without saying a word. He didn't ask her where she went. She didn't ask him why he was looking for her. Seems. They meet tonight. It's a natural thing to do.

Go back to Zhenyang downstairs. Look up. There are lights on in his house. She asked, "Someone at home."

He shook his head. No one. The lights are on all the time. so that you know your way home."

Her heart. Immediately it was warm.

His palms are wide. It's warm. Take her hand like this. It seemed to give her endless strength and courage.

And eventually. It's the egg ham sausage noodles that he cooks. Two greens were also added. Two people sit at the dining table. He picked all the eggs in his bowl for her. "You're too thin. Eat more."

Bright and smiling." Okay."

After eating the noodles. She's going to wash the dishes. He stopped her. Pin her to the couch." I'll wash it."

The bright light of his eyes kept revolving around him. Bright lights. softened the lines of his face that had always been resolute and condensed. The light in her eyes. All turned into a touch of shallow tenderness.

And then. He made coffee. I brought two cups. Sit beside Minglang. The rich aroma of coffee wafts through the room. Let people get up for no reason.

"Coffee so late. Don't you want to sleep for a while?" Minglang asked.

He stared at her. Reached out and ruffled her hair. Revealing a smooth forehead and thick black eyebrows. Under the eyebrows. It's a pair of big eyes with God. Two black mercury-like eyes were dripping into him.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to sleep tonight. I want to talk to you." Say it. He stretched out his hand. Pull her into your arms. The stubble of her chin pressed against her smooth forehead. Wrap your hands around her. Said softly, "Bright. Let's get married."

Minglang was silent for a moment. A smile suddenly crept up all over his face. Okay."

He bowed his head. Look for her lips. The moment the hot lips fit together. Both of them shuddered slightly. Wandering hearts. And at that moment the dust settled.

He carried her back to his room. Turn on the dimly lit sleep light. The lights are dim. The appearance of the two is also extremely blurred. But. When his kiss landed on her collarbone. Both of them have clear faces on each other's hearts

The old lady is an ambiguous dividing line

There is no reason for the combination. It would be a lot pureer.

Midnight. Zhen Yang rose up. Sitting in front of the computer flipping through the places they had chosen before their honeymoon. The pictures uploaded by the computer are all beautiful. The scenery architecture and so on are stunning.

He wanted to hold her hand. Go wherever she wants to go. Days are numbered though. But. He wants to make himself have no regrets in this life. He knows he's fanatical right now. The feelings cast down can't be calculated. The only reward for this effort. It was he who was able to have unforgettable memories with her. Tonight's proposal. Not on the spur of the moment. When he heard Song Xuan Zhai say that she took the wedding dress he gave her. His heart had already made a decision. He's going to marry her. Ask her to be his wife.

Enough of the pictures. He also looked up a lot of information about her condition on the Internet. Two days before. She sent her medical records to many famous brain surgeons and neurologists. Their ultimate suggestion is. Or risk surgery. Either conservative treatment.

I heard her squirting and dressing. He slowly closes the page. Reopen the picture of the scenic spot.

She fell behind his shoulders. "What to see?"

"Think about where we're going for our honeymoon." Zhen Yang turned around and kissed her cheek. Then take her hand and let her sit on her lap.

"Oh~" Her voice was a little hoarse. Your mother is against us getting married."

"I married you. It's not her who marries you. It doesn't matter what anyone opposes."

"That. Zhang Zhenzhen." Minglang hesitated. Asked.

Zhen Yang said lightly: "If she wants. I can call you sister-in-law."

"You're not afraid of her being sad." Bright eyebrows.

"I can't care about her feelings for the rest of my life. And she's always going to grow." Zhen Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

She snorted. Feel the mouse and click on the news. What I saw was the topic of Zhang Shouyu's bomb seizure. The reporter interviewed the people who were present at the time. Survive this one. Many people come out to face the camera with a grateful attitude. And praised Zhang Shouyu as a hero. Saved so many people.

"If it weren't for Grandpa Zhang. These people. I'm afraid it's gone." Zhen Yang Dao." Grandpa Zhang's bravery. Changed a lot of people's lives."

Minglang's heart was touched a little. The light of the eyes has been resting on a man being interviewed. He said: "I was in a hurry to get home from work that day. Because my wife has just given birth to a child and was discharged from the hospital. The family is one big and one small waiting for me to go back. I can't imagine. If it weren't for the timely appearance of the old hero Zhang. Can I still see my wife and children now? I thank him. I hope he'll get better soon."

"He's really brave." Ming Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Some sighed faintly.

"It's always been. He's a hero." Zhen Yang Dao.

Mingming was silent for a long time. The reason why she is gone. It's because she really doesn't have the strength to face the departure of a loved one again. But. Now look at the interviews of these people. When I saw them talking about Zhang Shouyu. Gratitude is written all over the face. He made a move. Changed the lives of many people. Isn't she supposed to be proud to have such a grandfather.

"He'll be fine. Yes." Bright meets his warm eyes.

"Yes." He's sure of it.

"I hope. He was able to attend our wedding." She smiled. Like a childish child. Rarely did she smile so deeply and so sweetly. A shallow dimple is seen on both cheeks. Original. She smiled genuinely. It's so good-looking. Like a lily blooming in a valley.

"Definitely." He sighed shallowly. Kiss the fresh sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

No matter later. It may be far away in the future. Maybe close. But she wanted to be selfish for once. Hold on to the last warmth of her life.

When the two appeared in front of Song Guanzhai holding hands. Song Zhai was stunned for a moment. Forthwith. Raise a smile." You're back."

"I'm back." She replied softly.

Song Guanzhai nodded. Announce the happy event."

Zhen Yang raised her hand. Smile warmly in the bright autumn sun." Yes. We're getting married."

Song Zhai's gaze was bright. Are you happy?"

"Happy." Minglang does not hide the happiness on his face in the slightest.

Song Guanzhai also smiled. Reach out and hold her." I bless you. My sister."