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Xie Limo's brilliant eyes flickered, and he didn't understand why women always like the feeling of being carried, and it seemed that so did his mother.

He lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on Yun Bixue's forehead and said, "As long as you want, I will carry you." ”

Yun Bixue suddenly came to her senses and asked, "Then, what if we are all too old to walk?"

Xie Limo imagined in his mind that when the two of them were old, would she have gray hair and white hair herself, this feeling was very wonderful, as if two people had gone through a lifetime.

Seeing that Xie Limo had not spoken, her stunning expression was a little picturesque and quiet, she didn't have the answer she wanted, thinking that Xie Limo was unhappy, she turned her body a little unhappy and turned her back to Xie Limo.

After Xie Limo came back to his senses, he saw Yun Bixue with his back to her and asked, "Why are you sleepy, are you going to sleep?" He didn't know that Yun Bixue was angry just now.

Because the two have never quarreled or quarreled since they were together, both sides understand and tolerate each other, so Xie Limo didn't think much about it, let alone know that Yun Bixue was angry.

Yun Bixue didn't answer, Xie Limo's eyes moved, she lowered her body slightly and looked at Yun Bixue's closed eyes, she seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, she may be tired today, she got up so early in the morning, and she didn't go to bed early at night.

He smiled helplessly, gently covered her with the quilt, turned off the lamp at the bedside, and then lay down again.

Yun Bixue was a little depressed, Xie Limo didn't answer her, and didn't say anything else, just covered her with a quilt, knowing that he was spoiling himself, but women are like this, if they care about a person, their minds are easy to be very sensitive, and men are generally broad-minded, and they don't think about many things so carefully, let alone know why women's hearts are needles under the sea.

Yun Bixue hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, and she was a little cranky, whether he would be reluctant to answer her, whether he would think she was unreasonable, whether he would think that she was always cranky

Yun Bixue fell asleep in such a tangle, and when she got up in the morning, there was no Xie Limo next to her, although sometimes this is the case, but today is different, today is the time when Yun Bixue is cranky and extremely sensitive.

Because it was the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, there were a lot of things to be busy with, and Yun Bixue also talked and laughed with everyone, and did not show any abnormality.

It's just that when eating, Xie Limo picked up vegetables for her, and she said awkwardly, "It's okay, you eat more, I'll eat it myself." ”

Xie Limo paused his chopsticks, and looked at Yun Bixue in surprise, what happened to his wife today, but he couldn't understand how he looked at it.

Everyone didn't see anything, and they didn't feel anything, after all, it has always been harmonious and beautiful.

However, Yun Bilu understands her sister and thinks that her sister may be in a bad mood and has an awkward relationship with her brother-in-law, but it's not right, her brother-in-law looks as elegant as jade and has a good temper, could it be that her sister is thinking about it

When pasting couplets in the afternoon, Ji Qiongxin asked Xie Limo and Yun Bixue to post them as companions, implying harmony and beauty, and bringing a festive atmosphere to the two young people.

But when posting the couplet, Yun Bixue was also a little sullen and didn't talk much, Xie Limo sighed lightly, "What's the matter, it looks like I'm not happy all day"

Yun Bixue just pouted and shook her head, "No." ”

Xie Limo gently touched her head, straightened her hair, shaved her nose, and said distressedly: "You still said no, look at the face is not good, tell me, who bullied you, I'll go find him." For Xie Limo, his wife can't be bullied by anyone. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.