At the end of September, it was Huo Xiumo's birthday in a blink of an eye.

The children in the Huo family were all waiting with their little tails cocked, but he himself was unwilling to live, after all, he was forty-two years old, not twenty-four.

Early in the morning, Jiang Yansheng walked out of the bathroom, her slender body was still draped in a white bathrobe, her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she walked slowly to the edge of the bed.

Huo Xiumo lit a cigarette, the white smoke rose, and blurred a few deep facial features, plus under the sunlight outside the window, the contours of his face were perfectly like those depicted in a comic.

Jiang Yansheng walked up to him, bent over, and carefully looked at his dark eyes for a while before gently touching the corners of his eyebrows with his white fingers.

"It's time to get up." Her voice fell softly.

Huo Xiumo took her white hand with his big hand, and with a hard pull, he took the woman into his arms.

Jiang Yansheng had just finished taking a bath, and his whole body, including every strand of hair, was full of fragrance.

He lowered his head, his tall nose sniffing gently at the side of the woman's neck, and his own thin heat sprinkled on her skin.

Jiang Yan's voice was a little itchy, her waist was tightly tightened by the man's arm, and she couldn't dodge, and after a while, the bed was very messy, she climbed his shoulders with both hands, and whispered: "My daughter shouted today to make a small cake for you herself." ”

Huo Xiumo snuffed out the cigarette butt, and did not intend to get up, but still lowered his head, staring at her delicate little face with deep eyes.

Jiang Yansheng couldn't help but think that there was a flower on his face, and asked him, "What are you looking at?" ”

Huo Xiumo looked at it for a while, his long fingers brushed over her delicate and fair skin, and his voice overflowed with thin lips: "You are still very young." ”

Jiang Yansheng waited for a long time, but he didn't expect to wait for such a sentence.

She vaguely noticed the change in the man's mind, and her lips curled into a smile: "Do you think you are old?" ”

"How can a forty-year-old man get old?"

Huo Xiumo seemed to be stepped on with a tense nerve, telling her not to talk nonsense.

Jiang Yansheng felt a little emotion in his heart, stretched out his hand, and also touched his slightly blue chin: "Yes, how can you be old when you are only forty-two years old?" ”

But...... She and his children are slowly growing up.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yansheng chuckled, and said to him with crooked eyes: "Husband, you said that one day Mo Shen will have a girlfriend, what will we become?" ”

"Didn't you sleep together?" Huo Xiu didn't have time to think about it, so he said this.

Jiang Yansheng: "......"

"When you're old, we'll take time out to travel the world every year." After a moment of silence, she pressed her cheek against the man's broad, warm chest, and whispered, "I want to see the beauty of the world with you." ”

When she is so old, she has many, many memories to think about.

"I think you're enough."

"Huh?"

"Those beautiful views are less than one-ten-thousandth of yours."

The man's sweet words made Jiang Yansheng's heart very warm, and she found that Huo Xiumo was really more and more able to talk about love, so she raised her head and asked him again: "I've been with you for so many years." ”

"I've always wanted to ask you, why do you love me?"

……

Huo Xiumo's eyebrows were deep, and he held the woman full of expectations in his arms and thought for a long time.

Jiang Yansheng tapped his chest with his fingertips: "Say it quickly." ”

"I don't know."

"Huo Xiumer." Hearing this, Jiang Yansheng felt a little emotional.

She looked at the man's perfect thin lips and hooked them, and whispered, "I can't tell why I love you, but you are the reason why I don't love others." ”

Because love is love.

Where are there so many reasons to think?