A few days ago, there were calls from abroad to the house, reporting that the wedding scene of the seaside holiday villa had been arranged, when would Song Lin come to see it in person, or they could also open a video and shoot the panorama to him.

Cao Liang didn't know what to do, so he didn't dare to make an idea for Song Lin, nor did he dare to report to him, so he had to delay it.

He knew in his heart that the time of procrastination was, forever.

Cao Liang glanced at Song Linxie's back, sighed lightly, picked up the bucket and planned to go to the other side of the courtyard, not to disturb him here to admire the bare tree trunk.

Suddenly, a crimson figure appeared in front of him.

He only felt his eyes flicker, and when he looked at it, he thought he was dreaming.

There was a snap.

The plastic bucket fell to the ground and fell right on his feet, and the water inside flowed out and wet his shoes and trouser legs.

If it had been before, he would have jumped up.

His leg injury was healed, and he didn't care about the weight, mainly because the scene in front of him was so shocking that he forgot about the pain in his foot.

"Qin Qin Qin...... Qin ......"

Cao Liang stammered, and he couldn't pronounce the word "Qin Wu" completely.

Song Lin frowned at the narrow, slightly displeased, because a series of sounds came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

Qin Wu put his finger to his lips and motioned for Cao Liang not to speak.

She quietly, tiptoeed, stood behind Song Lin, hugged his waist, and said in a sweet voice: "Don't look back, guess who I am!" ”

Song Lin was stunned for a while, but he didn't move, as if he had been immobilized by someone, except for the increasingly rapid heartbeat, he couldn't move anywhere in his body.

In front of you is a cherry blossom tree with sloping branches, and the trunk is bare and ugly before the flowering season.

He thought he had a new hallucination.

An upgraded version of the illusion?

Why does it feel so real.

There was a real sense of restraint around his waist, and his arms were tightly wrapped like vines, and his heart was so constricted that he was about to suffocate, and he was as gasping as a drowning man.

Lately, I have often had hallucinations like this - she suddenly hugged him from behind and told him that she was back.

However, whenever he turned back expectantly, the people behind him would come to naught, reminding him that this was nothing more than an illusion of nothingness.

Now, is he going back?

He didn't dare to look back, afraid that if he didn't care, he would burst the bubble and she would disappear again.

He wanted to look back and see her face.

The photos saved in the mobile phone can't express her vividness and vividness one ten-thousandth, and they can't be comforted.

The two of them were close to each other for a long time, but it was Cao Liang on the side who came back to his senses first, opened his mouth, and wanted to remind the master to turn his head and take a look, and the person he was thinking about was back.

After thinking about it, he resisted the urge to talk more.

The atmosphere is so beautiful that destruction will be punished!

Cao Liang lifted the plastic bucket that had fallen to the ground and the water was dry, stepped on his shoes and returned to the living room, and by the way, he told the aunt in the kitchen to cook more for dinner.

Auntie was puzzled, during this time, every time the food delivered to the room was not touched much.

Qin Wu put her side face on Song Lin's back, hot tears soaked his thin shirt, burning his back, her voice was muffled and nasal: "Why don't you speak?" Can't you even hear my voice? ”

Song Lin was trembling by such a real voice.

The skin on his back swelled with electricity, giving him a true blessing once again

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the white hand attached to his waist and abdomen, so familiar, it was his wife's hand, and he was wearing a diamond ring on his ring finger.

Afraid that the dream would be shattered, he reached out and touched the back of her hand.

Soft, warm, physical hands.