However, when she really experienced it, Cheng Qinqin realized that her mood at the moment was not something that could be described by simple words such as "happiness", "excitement", "happiness", "satisfaction" and "joy".

She and Zhan Moming really went around in a big circle before they met, this circle, they walked for fourteen years.

In the past fourteen years, she has not given up, not that she has not compromised, fortunately, she has finally waited, fortunately, everything is not too late, fortunately, this man is now in front of her.

It is precisely because this happiness is not easy to come that it will make people cherish it so much.

Cheng Qinqin remembered a sentence she had seen in a book before: "On the road of life, I met many people and missed a lot of people." No one can say that there will be a beginning to an encounter, and an end must be when you leave. If it's you at the end, it's okay to be late. I would like to become the pen in your hand, and follow you to paint the most beautiful scenery, compose the most beautiful melody, and record the most touching stories. Only you can make the rest of my life meaningful. ”

Zhan Moming saw that Cheng Qinqin was just crying and didn't speak, and he was a little anxious.

It is said that women are made of water, which is true, just today, Cheng Qinqin has cried four or five times.

Zhan Moming played the piano with his right hand, put the ring on her ring finger, and then held her small hand and put another man's ring on his hand.

Zhan Moming doesn't care if Cheng Qinqin agrees or not, anyway, she is already his woman, she has been stamped inside and out, and she can't run away in this life.

Cheng Qinqin looked at the ring and smiled stupidly, she really laughed so much that the flowers were overshadowed.

Zhan Moming stood up, hugged Cheng Qinqin, and asked again: "Marry me." ”

Cheng Qinqin stared at Zhan Moming's eyebrows, which were full of sincerity and firmness.

She only felt that her heart was rushing, as if there were a lot of emotions and words, but in the end, only one word came out of her throat: "Okay." ”

She said very softly, but it fell in Zhan Moming's heart, but it was extremely clear.

Zhan Moming's tense emotions suddenly turned into relaxation and happiness.

The two fingers interlocked, and then hugged each other tightly.

The sour feeling at the tip of her nose revived again, Cheng Qinqin sobbed again, and Zhan Moming hurriedly lowered her head to kiss her teardrops.

"Hello sister-in-law! Sister-in-law has worked hard! Goodbye, sister-in-law! Seeing that the restrictive scene was about to be staged, the people around laughed and quickly left, leaving only the two people with affection.

Under the starlight, their lips and teeth were intertwined, their breaths blended together, and the air was filled with the sweet smell and the rustling sound of clothes rubbing.

It wasn't until Cheng Qinqin felt that she was being smacked by something because of Zhan Moming's tight hug, and then she gasped and left his lips.

Looking at Zhan Moming's burning eyes, Cheng Qinqin said a little shyly: "Moming, you ......"

Zhan Moming's breath was also unstable, just now, his blood was really surging, and he almost couldn't control it.

It wasn't until he slowly eased up that Zhan Moming said helplessly: "Qinqin, you are so delicious." Still, don't worry, I can take it. ”

I don't know if it's related to pregnancy, Cheng Qinqin's body is softer than before, and he can instantly turn into a hungry wolf just by hugging him.

Thinking like this, Zhan Moming hugged Cheng Qinqin from the side again and licked her neck.

Cheng Qinqin didn't know what to say or do, so she chose to look at the scenery with her back straight.

Pregnant women can't sleep too late, so the two of them kept warm for a while, and Zhan Moming took Cheng Qinqin back to the villa.

Mrs. Zhan was worried that Cheng Qinqin was too tired, so she said: "Qinqin, go wash and sleep, you must be tired after a day on the plane." ”

Cheng Qinqin looked at it, didn't see her parents, and thought that they must have gone back to the room to rest, so she said goodnight to her grandmother and went upstairs.

Cheng Qinqin's bedroom has been cleaned up, and it is still her own one.

Walking into this familiar bedroom again, Cheng Qinqin was full of emotion.

It's as if she just left yesterday, as if nothing has changed, and as if she is in another world, nothing is different.

Mrs. Zhan was also tired, and the maid helped her back to rest.

Only Zhan Mochen and Zhan Moming were left in the living room.

"Big brother, are you still sleeping in your room?" Zhan Mochen asked meaningfully.

Zhan Moming replied solemnly: "Of course, we will only go to get the certificate tomorrow, and there should still be some sense of ritual in life." ”

Zhan Mochen made an exaggerated expression, and secretly spit in his heart: I have all the children, what kind of innocent boy are you pretending.

Then he deliberately showed off and said: "I'm a layman, I can't compare to your eldest brother with such connotation, I'm going to find my wife to sleep." ”

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Zhan Moming, and ran upstairs in three steps and two steps.

Zhan Moming estimated that Cheng Qinqin was almost washed, so he also went upstairs.

In the room, Cheng Qinqin had just come out of the bathroom, and her hair had not yet been dried.

Zhan Moming walked over, pulled her directly to sit in front of the dresser, and picked up a hair dryer to help her blow her hair.

His fingers ran softly over her hair, and the picture reflected in the mirror was quiet and beautiful.

Zhan Moming seemed to have thought of something, leaned over, pasted Cheng Qinqin's face, looked at her in the mirror, and said softly: "Qinqin, I still like your hair before." ”

Cheng Qinqin suddenly understood, nodded and agreed: "I will keep it." ”

Zhan Moming's heart was shaken violently, and when the blood flowed back, the cells of the whole body were filled with happiness, from the heart to the fingertips, entangled with a warm current that could not be dispersed.

He turned his face sideways, kissed her cheek, and said ambiguously, "My wife is so good." ”

His hair had been dried, Zhan Moming put down the hair dryer, pulled Cheng Qinqin to get up, and walked to the bedside.

Zhan Moming propped his hands on her side and bent down to look at her: "Qinqin, good night, sleep well." ”

Cheng Qinqin's heart was still hovering between whether he should let Zhan Moming stay or should not let him stay, so he had already stood up straight, turned around and walked out of the room.

Cheng Qinqin touched the ring on her hand, her heart was sweet, but she felt a little lost.

Why didn't he leave like this, why didn't he stay with her.

Cheng Qinqin pouted aggrievedly, then lifted the quilt and lay in.