Hearing that she was caring about herself, Song Yichen had a shallow smile on her face.

"Joan, you care about me."

He used an affirmative sentence.

Of course, I guessed that when the two quarreled before, she said that the divorce was angry.

Joan didn't speak, her mind was pierced, she was speechless, her eyebrows lowered, and she didn't dare to look at him.

The deer in my heart is bumping, and my eyes don't know where to look.

"So, it's angry to talk about divorce in the morning?"

At this moment, Song Yichen was very sure of this answer, but he still wanted to hear her.

There are some things that I don't listen to the parties admit in person, and they always feel like fakes.

A faint red cloud appeared on Qiao An's face, and she remained silent.

In the face of her silence, Song Yichen was patiently tight, and he didn't urge, just stared at her face and watched slowly.

She was in a wheelchair, he was in a hospital bed, the two of them were sitting opposite each other, and he lifted his eyelids slightly to see her in full.

The shredded sunlight poured in through the window, and it was magnificent and dazzling.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, quiet and beautiful.

"Joan, answer my question!"

Time is slow, the years are stable, and the white clouds are leisurely.

He took her hand and sat like that, never letting go.

Her hand was slender and white, soft and soft in her hand, gentle, but like a small hook, it hooked his heart at once.

There is a feeling of being ironed properly.

Like the wind of March in spring, blowing into his heart.

He could finally confirm one thing: he really liked Joan.

Qiao An didn't dare to raise her head, staring at the ground, and after a long time, she whispered, "Yes." ”

The sound was small, almost inaudible.

Song Yichen heard it clearly.

Her long, white fingers reached over and gently pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet her own eyes.

"And now? Still want to get a divorce? ”

Joan blushed so much that she didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

If you can live a good life with your beloved, who wants to divorce!

Not to mention......

There was still an early morning between them.

Who doesn't want their children to grow up healthy in the company of their parents!

A woman's blush speaks louder than all words.

But Song Yichen just refused to give up, and he had to hear what he wanted to hear from her mouth.

With a slight push on her fingertips, he lifted her chin even higher: "Huh? ”

Qiao An was forced by him to have no choice, so she had to say softly: "Not in the future." ”

If you can, everyone wants to live a better life, how can you live a bad life!

As long as he still likes her for a day, she will stay with him until he gets tired of her.

She looks well-behaved and lovely, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, which makes Song Yichen's heart throb.

Especially the pink cherry blossom-like lips, it really wants to suck his soul away.

The Adam's apple surged, and the man leaned down his neck and kissed her on the lips according to his own wishes: "Good." ”

He was satisfied with the answer.

For some reason, Joan had the feeling that she was his pet.

But soon, she thought of his body: "Draw so much blood, don't you want to die!?" ”

Although there is anger in the words, there is also concern.

Song Yichen smiled: "Your family is my family." ”

What else can Joan say?!

Plunged into his arms, his eyes red as rabbits.

This time, if it weren't for him, who knows what the consequences would be, maybe she would never see her father again.

There is no other way but to love him more.

Song Yichen patted her on the back, his eyebrows furrowed: "It's so decent, why are you crying again?" ”