Qin Wu hurriedly shook his head, fluttering and struggling, like a fish swinging its tail: "Hmm, no......"

He let go of her as if he had just woken up from a dream, his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for decades: "You...... Really, back. ”

Qin Wu was still panting heavily, and he didn't have time to reply, but he was stabbed by the panic in his eyes.

She took one of his hands and put it on her face: "Husband, this is not a dream, I am really back, you touch it." ”

Fingers gathered slightly, touching her face, Song Lin's eyes were floating with surging emotions, and in the end, he didn't say a word, and stretched out his arms to hug her into his arms

The stubble-brisk chin rested on her shoulder socket, rubbing it intentionally or unintentionally.

He was probably sure that this was not a dream.

There has never been a dream so long and so real.

"I'm sorry." Qin Wu's lips moved, and he said what he wanted most in his heart.

I'm sorry to disturb your peaceful life and quietly withdraw and leave;

I'm sorry for making you suffer pain that you shouldn't have suffered;

I'm sorry for letting you have an uneasy and selfish wife;

I'm sorry, I'm never going to leave you again, and I'll spend the rest of my life making up for your pain for this month......

She has so many things to think about that all she can say is the word "I'm sorry".

Song Lin shook his head, she didn't have to be sorry, she could come back, it was the greatest joy in his life.

With the movement of shaking his head, the stubble on his chin rubbed against the delicate skin of her neck, prickly and itchy, but Qin Wu didn't move, letting him hold her.

She knew he was insecure right now and needed some real feelings to get out.

She had always known that he had suffered much more than she had endured in this separation.

She was comforted by the company of their children, and he had nothing but the memories that he couldn't touch and couldn't see.

That's right, kid.

Qin Wu wanted to take his hand and put it on his abdomen and tell him that their Wu was here, however, his mood was really unstable now, and she didn't dare to stimulate him with anything else.

Let's wait a minute.

Qin Wu pursed her lips: "I'm a little cold, let's go into the house, okay?" ”

There was a winter rain a few days ago in the imperial capital, and the temperature in the courtyard was very low, and the wind blew on the body to the bone.

She shuddered, Song Lin felt it, and stepped back a little, but her arms were still firmly wrapped around her body.

I didn't look carefully just now, but now I saw that she was wearing a red dress, like a transformed peach blossom fairy, and that unreal feeling suddenly came again.

This skirt, the color is so beautiful, it's a little familiar......

Ah yes, when they first met when they were young, she appeared in front of him on a deep winter night in a dress of bright colors, with her dark hair scattered and skin like snow.

The reappearance of the scene made him feel that the first time they met was a long time ago.

Is it not long away?

He watched her grow from a young appearance to a bewitching city today.

Song Lin held her hand, but she refused to walk, raised her other hand, and coquettishly: "Carry me in, I came from far, far away, very tired." ”

The man was as kind as a stream, and hugged her horizontally.

Every step was very steady, and there was not even a trace of bumps when he went up the steps, and he was holding the whole world in his arms, but he didn't feel tired, he only felt satisfied and happy

The empty heart was filled in an instant.

Qin Wu touched his chin: "How many haven't you shaved?" ”

The man's eyes dodged, a little surprised.

Qin Wuying smiled and leaned on his arms: "But it's still very handsome." Dad Song, you are really super handsome. Do you know? I see that many male stars will grow beards after transformation, such as white gravel, but they are not as handsome as you. ”