"She just ate your milk essence and biscuits and fell asleep, she should leave early tomorrow morning, I will buy these things for her when I get off the train, you take them back and return them to them, thank you for me and your sister-in-law and them, their hearts, we understand it."

Qiao Jingping understood what Xiang Ang meant, so he didn't say anything more, took his things, closed the door and left.

After Qiao Jingping left, knowing that they would not come back at night, Xiang Ang stood up and tucked the quilt for Xiao Yezi, and then walked gently in the box and loosened his muscles.

Xiao Yezi slept from noon to night, and he never left the edge of the bed except for going to the bathroom and eating once, and he watched as long as she slept.

When dealing with the object, I looked at it for a year.

After getting married, I watched it every day for half a year.

But Xiao Yezi's face still doesn't seem to be able to see enough.

Xiang Ang remembered that when he first met Xiao Yezi, her face still had a childish baby fat, and her fair skin was so white that it almost looked like it would glow.

He was as despicable as a voyeur, quietly watching her smoke a strip, and watching her change from a little girl to a slim girl.

He has watched Xiao Yezi for many years, but so far, he just feels that he doesn't have enough time to watch her, and he is not tired of it at all.

In his life, the most despicable thoughts and the most selfish behaviors were all used on Xiao Yezi.

But if you ask Xiang Ang now, if you had known that she would have to file for divorce today to make her hate him and hate him, would she have married her at the beginning?

Xiang Ang thought that his answer should still be yes.

Because, the half year after marriage is undoubtedly the happiest and happiest time in Xiang Ang's life for more than 20 years.

The Xiang family did not give him care.

His wife gave it to him.

The Xiang family didn't teach him, the school didn't teach him, the long years didn't teach him, Xiao Yezi taught him.

It is also the existence of Xiao Yezi that confirms to him that this world will really light up and warm his life because of the existence of a person.

It is also needed.

Undoubtedly, Xiao Yezi is the salvation in his bleak life.

The person on the bed slept very deeply, and when Xiang Ang sat back, she didn't even change her sleeping position.

Maybe it's because the box is too quiet, or maybe the moonlight is too peaceful tonight.

Xiang Ang lifted the quilt with his heart and lay down beside Xiao Yezi lightly.

The sleeping position on the train is not large, even if Xiao Yezi is very thin, but when she lies down, when Xiang Ang lies down again, half of his body is suspended in the air.

Lying down like this is more tiring than sitting and watching her.

However, it is only the body that is tired.

Spiritually, it made Xiang Ang even happier.

The two were so close that he could clearly see her long, curled eyelashes.

If he could, Xiang Ang would not want to hand Xiao Yezi into the hands of others in his life.

All his life, he wanted to look at her like this.

It's like watching her fade away from immaturity and grow into a slim big girl, and I want to see her grow from a big girl to a gray-haired old woman.

I still want to listen to the people around me, and call out to her, who is already gray-haired, Xiang Gong's family.

Well, Xiang Gong's.

He's ang.

The train clattered endlessly, and Qiao Jingping and their noisy voices occasionally came from next door, not loud, but faintly, they could still be heard.

Along with it, there was also the sound of Xiao Yezi's shallow breathing.