His lips quirmed, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Just when Fu Jingting thought that he would not speak, Xu Qingyao eased his gaze, as if he had put away all the thorns, and gave the softest he could give to the person approved by his sister.

"Brother-in-law, can you let me speak to my sister alone?"

Fu Jingting glanced at Xu Qingyao and felt that this kid was interesting.

He didn't reject it, he let go of his hand, his fingers were clenched by her again, Fu Jingting turned his head, met her eyes, he reached out and pinched her face, "What expression, ugly." ”

"Where's the ugliness?" Xu Qingcheng glared at him, and slapped his hand away without disagreeing.

The man laughed, reached out and rubbed it on top of her head, "Call me when you finish." ”

"Hmm."

Xu Qingyao's gaze retracted from the movements of the two, "Sister, do you love him?" ”

Xu Qingcheng was silent for a second and then replied, "Love." ”

"And does he love you?"

Xu Qingcheng paused slightly, but still replied, "Love." ”

She said this very against her heart, and she sometimes wondered helplessly whether all the tenderness this man had for her was just because she was only his temporary wife, whether it was just because he still had a little bit of interest in her body.

Love. She never dared to think about this word, nor did she dare to ask for it.

But for some reason, the moment I said it, my heart was slightly sour.

Xu Qingyao looked at her quietly, "Sister, is the prosperous world going to be unable to hold on?" ”

"It's good, and I'm not going to allow it to go wrong." Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, her eyes were hard and decisive, and she showed him the ring with a smile, and said, Qingyao, Tinghong's sister who proposed to me is no longer the same.

In the past, all the sweet and playful smiles were turned to ashes, but now Xu Qingcheng's smile is carrying too many things, and she no longer focuses on her own joys and sorrows, and her personal desires are at the end.

Xu Qingyao's hand hanging by his side grasped the fist, his arm was tense, the muscles on it were trembling, his eyes were red, and his unwillingness and weakness were deeply enveloped in the young man.

He is not isolated from the world, and he can also access all the outside news, and he does not debunk it because even if he is exposed, he is not capable.

But in the end, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Sister, if it weren't for these things, you and Ye Tinghong might have been married a long time ago." Sister, if you still like him, in fact, I don't care! ”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"There are no ifs. Just like you can't call him to listen to Brother Hong again, I can't go back to the past. Xu Qingcheng pursed his lips, all the past has become a smear of mosquito blood in his memory, "Qingyao, don't think that I made this choice for the sake of the prosperous world and for you, I am not so warm, I am for myself."

Fu Jingting is my husband, we have received the marriage certificate, the wedding is scheduled for the sixth day of the first month of March, he is very good to me, and the family is very good to me, so, do you know what I mean? ”

Xu Qingyao nodded, he didn't go to expose Xu Qingcheng's lies, she said that she was not so warm, she was for herself.

Xu Qingyao sincerely hoped that she would be as she said.

Xu Tingcheng didn't mention Fu Jingting's help in Xu Qingyao's matter, just this, keeping her brother's health and worry-free, was enough to make her Xu Qingcheng willing to surrender.

After the sister and brother finished talking, they let Fu Jingting enter the door.

Xu Qingyao cleared his throat, shouted to his brother-in-law happily, and said, "Brother-in-law, please take care of my sister for me." When I go out, Xu Qingyao will pay you back tenfold. ”

He had a solemn face, one year younger than Fu Sichen, and his face was childish but also tenacious.

Fu Jingting snorted, "My wife, can you still use it?" ”

"It's different." Xu Qingyao whispered, "She's my sister." I was supposed to protect her. ”

He was still covered with gauze, and he couldn't get up on his own, and the seventeen-year-old boy said stubbornly, I should have protected her.