Want to do something for you.

Things that make you happier.

Good to plant my name in your heart.

......

I love you very much.

Only let you have love.

I'm at ease.

After the meal, Qiao Muqi sat on the sofa in the living room, Rong Wanqi happily lay in his arms, listening to this beautiful song, and singing the thoughts of people in love with affection.

The atmosphere of the living room is enveloped in a layer of sweetness, peaceful and nice.

And Qiao Muqi's mood was also so happy, looking down at the little man listening to music on his arm, his eyebrows were picturesque. The shallow smile on the corner of his mouth made him lose his mind.

By the time she graduated from college at the age of twenty-two, every day, every minute, every second, he wished that time would pass faster.

It's been five years, just wait for another four years. Wait another four years, and he will marry her. At that time, he could sleep with her in his arms and wake up with her. As a lover, watch the sunrise and watch the sunset. Live in this world, and then grow old.

Rong Wanqi felt warm on his forehead. She came back to her senses and met Qiao Muqi's eyes. His eyes are gentle, how affectionate is it? She doesn't understand.

"What are you thinking?" He spoke softly, as if to melt her heart. She thought, this kind of him, very much like the one at the beginning.

Her eyes were wet with tears. In the past few years, I have really missed him, and I have become haggard for Yi, probably so.

He panicked and kept asking her what was wrong. Tears fell big and big, and she cried so much.

"Senior, I've really missed you in the past few years." She cried and sobbed. As soon as the words came out, she cried even harder.

He hugged her tightly. His face was full of pity and apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" He couldn't find anything else to say except to say sorry.

"Senior, let's not separate in the future, okay?" Her eyes were red from crying, and she asked cautiously.

"Okay, okay." He couldn't wait to say yes to her. "It's me who is bad, it's me who is not good......," he repeated. The statements are all extremely apologetic.

Rong Wanqi stopped crying. A heart full of warmth.

Later, they were separated, unwilling to reunite, which was all later.

After a long while, Rong Wanqi's frustration slowly subsided.

"Are you feeling better?" Qiao Muqi walked over and hugged her and asked.

Rong Wanqi nodded unconsciously, leaned his head against his chest, and closed his eyes. She felt so tired, and she didn't have any strength at all.

"Tired?" Qiao Muqi glanced at the time and asked softly.

"Hmm." Rong Evening Seven is soft.

"If you're tired, just sleep for a while, and I'll call you when you're dinner." Qiao Muqi kissed her hair and said in a low tone, afraid that the loud voice would make her unhappy.

"You carry me." She lied to him for a hug, but she really didn't have the strength.

With a shallow smile, Qiao Muqi's strong arm picked up the little man in his arms and walked into his bedroom without much effort.

Qiao Muqi gently put her in the quilt and kissed her forehead, only to find that she was asleep.

He smiled, how could he be so tired?

The smile on the corner of Qiao Muqi's mouth froze, she wouldn't be sick, right? The big hand touched her forehead, and it was not hot. He touched her face with his lips again, and it seemed that nothing was wrong. I guess I'm tired of crying.

He put his mind at ease.