"This house is so good, it should be of better use." She felt a lot.

He was also a little sad in his heart, what kind of experience did she have in her life that he was not involved in?

He read some information about Bai Mo, only knowing that she went abroad at a young age, has been studying hard, has no rich second generation shelf at all, and has been working as an actuary in the United States before the accident, but other than that, there is no more.

Song Yuanyang's personality lost his mother and grandfather early.

Her life, in fact, is not difficult to imagine.

Luo Zixia followed her and walked around the garden.

Bai Mo saw that there was no one in the family, so he asked her with a smile, "What about Grandma Su?" ”

He thought for a moment before he said, "The house was bought from a builder, and there was no one in it at that time. ”

Song Yuanyang finally sold this place with a hard heart, and he didn't know what happened to Grandma Su.

Bai Mo called her, and the call was answered by her son, saying that Grandma Su had been sent back to his hometown by him, and he knew that he was going to sell the house, and he was afraid that the old lady would be in a hurry, so he made up a reason and sent the old lady back.

Bai Mo was a little relieved, looked back at Luo Zixia, and saw that he had been looking in the mirror, she smiled and beckoned to him: "Take you somewhere!" ”

The house has long been empty, things are wrong, and the old tree behind the house is still verdant and upright.

Bai Mo took off his shoes, climbed up with dexterity and speed like a squirrel with bare feet, sat on a high branch, and waved at him.

Luo Zixia did dress up today, according to the way the women liked, this was what the mall staff told him, but he really didn't expect that the first clear request made by his new wife to him was to let him climb to his side.

His equipment seriously reduced his flexibility, and perhaps it seemed that he was like a koala, slowly climbing up, and it seemed to take a century before he finally reached her easily.

Bai Mo kept looking at him intently, smiling happily.

He sat down beside her, sweating profusely, and she pulled up her sleeve to wipe the sweat from his face.

I don't know how many meters from the ground, but I just looked over the high wall to see in the distance, some Luo Zixia, who was afraid of heights, panicked in her heart, and subconsciously leaned on the trunk of the tree, which was down-to-earth, but she was a little inexplicably worried in her heart, she was so embarrassed when she came up, and she didn't know how embarrassing it would be when she went down.

In the distance, there is a clear space of a flat river.

Bai Mo rested his head on his shoulder, the hundred kinds of anxiety in his heart instantly turned into ashes, only a faint sweetness remained, he forgot his situation for a while, stretched out his hand, and held her in his arms.

It's supposed to be a beautiful picture, but it's a little funny because of him, but that's okay.

"Lhotse." Bai Mo called him by name.

"Huh?" He answered.

"I'm a little scared." Bai Mo said suddenly.

"I promise that this will never happen again." He knew in his heart that she was frightened by the last plane crash.

"It really can't happen again." Bai Mo couldn't help but laugh, "If grandma knows that I have brought his only precious grandson to such a dangerous place, it will be death." ”

He burst out laughing.

For Bai Mo, love has always only appeared in literary and artistic works that are sad and sad, but now he is deeply immersed in it, only to find that true love is not blind, but mixed with countless flavors, and complements each other.