He chuckled, got up, and picked her up.

And she was surprisingly obedient at the moment, and in her arms, she closed her eyes quietly.

After returning home, Wen Jinmo carefully put her on the big bed in the room and silently helped her take off her coat.

Xia Weiliang suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes were shining, and the bright light sprinkled a little brilliance.

He reached out and tugged at the collar casually, unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest, and said gently to her, "Are you awake?" ”

She rolled her eyes blankly, looked at him, and suddenly got up and reached out to hug him.

She suddenly bit him on the shoulder.

He frowned, reached out and gently stroked her long hair, a warmth falling from his chest.

After so many years, when she was drunk, she still seemed to be stupid, just like when she was young......

"Mom, it seems that the sweet and sour pork ribs you made didn't have sugar." She suddenly let go, her voice soft, a little coquettish.

He grinned slowly.

When she was young, she was a foodie, and her favorite thing to do after school every day was to take him through the grove behind the school to a food street to taste all kinds of snacks.

"Xia Weiliang, if you didn't treat me like that at the beginning, how could I be willing to leave?" He suddenly lowered his head, buried himself in her neck, and muttered.

At this moment, a layer of mist spilled into his deep eyes, rippling in his reddened eyes, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When he woke up in the morning, Xia Weiliang only felt a splitting headache.

In a daze, she remembered that she seemed to have had a dream last night, in which Wen Jinmo spoke to her very gently, just like before.

Then, she dreamed that when she was a child, she ate the food cooked by her mother, and at that time, everything was still so beautiful.

But when she opened her eyes, she felt a little stiff all over, and she tried to move her fingers, but she found that she seemed to be holding something in her hand, and as soon as she turned around, she saw that face as white as jade.

Clear and clear, like a cloud in the clear blue sky.

It is as pure and pure as a stream in the forest.

"Enough of it?" A hint of laziness sounded with a slightly hoarse voice.

Her heart skipped a pound and she stammered, "I'...... I was just...... No, why am I here? ”

She remembers that she was drinking yesterday?

Hey, she seems to have made a phone call.

What was said on the phone? She seemed to scold him, and then confessed?

No way.

"You call me......" Before he could finish speaking, she interrupted abruptly.

"You heard it all yesterday?" She stared at him, with a faint hint of expectation in her heart, it was too embarrassing, if her confession was heard by him, what would ......

“…… Well. "She must have scolded him yesterday, right?

"......" She only felt a breakdown, she was so drunk and had no alcohol, and she said everything? So what to do now, why is he still so calm when he knows everything? Don't have an idea?

"And what do you think?" She said in a tangled voice, a small face wrinkled.

"There's something wrong with me, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you last time." He suddenly put one hand on his forehead and said seriously.

"And ......" She just wanted to know, did he hear that he liked him for so many years, was he a little moved in his heart, or was he disgusted?

"Next time I'll try to restrain myself." He thought for a moment and came up with this sentence.

I'm already sincere.

"Oh." She lowered her eyes to hide the loss in her heart.