Goodbye young marshal, I'm going to climb the wall tonight (30)

Fu Yue immediately relented.

This man really ...... Don't even dare to be jealous, are you afraid that she will be angry?

How could this man be like this?

It's a foul.

She reached out to hug the man's waist, buried her head in his shoulder, and took a deep breath, the light fragrance on his body was extremely good, and the faint cold fragrance made people can't help but be intoxicated.

"Fool."

She whispered.

Caught off guard, Sheng Yun's body stiffened slightly, but he still hugged her back, his fingers tentatively held her shoulders, and then hugged her tightly.

He asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Fu Yue hugged him tightly, "You're too good...... Why so gentle? Pei Zhi. ”

Sheng Yun's eyes twitched.

He said.

"Because I love you."

"But I'm not sure if you love me."

So don't dare to be jealous, for fear that you will be angry.

Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, she raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and in those peach blossom eyes that were extremely gentle, what she saw was...... Endless gains and losses, and full of affection.

She seems to have been ignoring one point.

The man liked her, however, he was too insecure.

"I'm going to fall in love with you."

Fu Yue said.

That's her promise.

Even if the current love is not deep, she promises that she will not live up to this man's deep affection.

Sheng Yun smiled, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"That's enough."

It's true.

He is not greedy.

This life has already been stolen by him.

……

I want to live with you in a small town somewhere

Drink the endless dusk and the endless ringing of the bells

In the town's inn—

The ancient bell struck a faint sound

Like a gentle ticking time

At dusk, occasionally someone leans against the window in a room on the top floor and plays the flute

The window is full of large tulips.

If you don't love me at this point, I won't mind.

"Excerpt from "I want to live with you", author: Tsvetaeva invaded and deleted"

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Full of guilt and distress for his little gentleman, Fu Yue agreed to his request without hesitation and moved in with him.

She didn't see it, when she promised.

A little triumphant cunning flashed in a man's eyes, and he smiled like a wolf and a fox, but of course, it was only for a moment that he regained his breezy and sunny appearance.

He hesitated: "Liang'er, in fact, you don't have to force it, if you really don't want to, I don't want to use my feelings to blackmail you......"

Fu Yue hurriedly covered his lips, opened his beautiful eyes, glared at him, and said, "Not reluctantly, who said I was reluctant?" What happened when I moved in with my fiancé? ”

Sheng Yun lowered his thick eyelashes, covering the thick smile under his eyes, and then hummed obediently.

Fu Yue naturally packed himself up and sent it to the door.

Her little husband cooks food for her every day, and she doesn't have to do anything, and she lives like a salted fish, well, a salted fish that looks as beautiful as a flower.

She weighed two pounds.

Fu Yue touched his little face in distress.

Life is plain and happy.

Except for the occasional harassment by someone.

That man was Bo Sijin.

This guy didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, so he ran here vigorously these days, and sent a lot of things to Fu Yue, saying that he was grateful to the life-saving benefactor.

Bo Sijin's intention was obvious, he wanted to block them, he didn't believe that people like Sheng Yun could endure the unclarity between the woman he liked and others.

What he didn't know was.

His move was completely adding a catalyst to the relationship between Fu Yue and Sheng Yun.

It's not.

Every time Bo Sijin finished delivering something, a certain little gentleman began to shut himself, and he was not angry, just sat alone with his eyelashes hanging down, pursing his lips aggrievedly.

Fu Yue didn't rush to coax again.

Mr. Sheng: "I'm not angry. ”

As he spoke, he started playing chess alone, obviously his ears drooping.

Fu Yue hugged him and kissed him on the side of the cheek, "Mmmmmm, you're not angry, it's me who wants to stick to you." The next time Bo Sijin comes back, I'll kick him out with a broom! ”

She was afraid that she would not coax him again.

This man has to blossom into an autistic flower.

A dark color flashed in the man's eyes, and he hummed slowly, looking well-behaved.