It lasted nearly three months, and Wen Yuan took Jiang Ruo to travel all over the world.

The last stop was Austria.

One of the most beautiful snowy regions under the Alps.

After receiving this last marriage certificate.

Wen Yuan was as happy as a fat man of two hundred pounds, and his heart was so full of joy that he was about to dance.

"Xiao Ruo'er, no matter which country from now on, I will be your rightful husband." Wen Yuan shouted excitedly.

If he had a tail behind his buttocks, Jiang Ruo would definitely be able to see him wagging his tail at her!

The loyal dog and the little milk dog on the inside, and the cool and handsome big wolf dog on the outside, are really suitable to describe him.

On their last night in Austria, the two sat on their balconies and watched the snow fall under the starry night sky.

I can't help but think of the snow in Rongcheng that year.

It's so big, and it's so pure.

Like a vow of love.

That night, Jiang Ruo was quite sleepy, and when he looked at it, he snuggled in Wen Yuan's arms and fell asleep.

So she didn't hear the man whisper softly in her ear, "Little Ruo'er, thank you, I feel like I'm very happy now. You and your children have given me so much love that I have never enjoyed before, because with you everything is so wonderful."

He will never complain about this world again.

He died without regrets.

..

Is three years a long time?

No, it's short.

It's three years in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ruodu is already thirty-two years old.

Every time she dresses up in the mirror, she will sigh about her age, and always say that she is getting closer and closer to the old pearl yellow.

But Wen Yuan and Wen Huai didn't think so.

A thirty-year-old woman will only be more glamorous.

Especially her.

The charm of the young woman on her body eats all ages of men, which can be said to make the brothers worry day and night, always worried that she will dislike them for being old, and then go out to eat the young and strong little brother.

Her career is booming now, and her fame in the entertainment industry is even greater than the two of them, she is simply the darling of the media, and she will rush to report on the slightest new news.

It is estimated that there are a lot of little white faces who want to be rich women behind their backs.

You can't let her, a scumbag, see it.

In the face of rivals, Wen Huai and Wen Yuan have always been consistent with the outside world.

For example... Zhou Qi and this guy!

He even delusionally thinks that his husband is expensive with his son?

No way!

Not even a window!

Ten years have passed so quickly.

Year after year.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are round after round, and the long river of time never stops.

The snow in winter always carries a cold that is difficult to accept calmly, and the north wind is howling, so cold that people are looking forward to the arrival of spring.

Winter is over, and spring is always expected.

In the three years since he left the imperial capital, many unexpected things have happened.

Empress Anthy had been exhausted for many years and had been hoping for a descendant to succeed her.

Originally, she was very fond of Jiang Ruo, but Jiang Ruo's ability could not afford such a big responsibility, and in the end, Empress Anxi had to reluctantly agree to give way to her daughter Tang Qian, and then came to her great-grandchildren to enjoy their old age and enjoy a lot of family fun.

After Tang Qian succeeded to the throne, Wen Yanzhi didn't need to say much, and at the same time became the prince, assisted his wife, and was a good helper.

And Wenyuan also integrated Western and Northern Europe, becoming its new underground master.

Wen Huai didn't want to go before, and always felt that it was not suitable to take Wen Yuan's position as the head of the Wen family for nothing, so he made up for his Western European power to Wen Yuan.

In this way, the two can be regarded as a power exchange.

No one takes advantage of anyone.

..

Early one morning.

Outside the window, it was white, and the snow that had fallen all night last night was all over the ground, and it looked like it was an inch thick.

Because he was worried about something, Jiang Ruo woke up early.

She looked at Wen Yuan, who was still sleeping next to her, lifted the quilt, and urged, "Get up quickly, tell Brother Ahuai that I will go back today, and I won't be able to catch the plane."

They agreed to go back to the imperial capital together for the New Year this year.

Wen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his half-opened peach blossom eyes were full of laziness, his eyebrows and eyes were slackened, and he rolled up the hoarse voice that had just woken up and said, "It's okay, we have a private jet, don't worry."

Jiang Ruoyi said solemnly, "No, you have to get up and dress up the children, it's too late."

So, at the urging of his wife, Wen Yuan was forced to get up.

Last night, the two of them were active until late at night, and she was able to get up early in the morning, it seemed that he was not trying his best enough.

He was only thirty-seven years old, and he could not afford to lose his married life.

It is said that a woman is as fierce as a tiger at thirty, and he will really replenish his body in the future, be her three good husbands, and satisfy her all the time.

Let her pester him day and night!

Wen Yuan's upper body leaned lazily on the head of the bed, his two slender legs stretched out under the quilt at will, all the tight abdominal muscles with distinct pieces were revealed, and the scars were hideous, among which the mermaid line was extremely clear, flowing smoothly below the waist, causing a reverie.

He picked up the cigarette that had been placed on the bedside table next to him and smoked it unfamiliarly and skillfully.

The white mist swirled for a while, blurring his increasingly sexy and bewitching handsome face.

Jiang Ruo smelled a smell of smoke that was not heavy and not pungent, and leaned over.

She raised her eyes, reached out and took the cigarette from his mouth, and reprimanded softly, "I told you to stop smoking, it's not good for your health, if you die, what will I do with the children?"

Wen Yuan took advantage of the situation to wrap his slender arms around Jiang Ruo into his arms, and the body temperatures of the two blended with each other, bursting out with a smell called love.

"I'm so happy to smoke once in a while." His voice is low, and his God-given smoke voice is extremely sexy and good-sounding.

The most important thing is... Afterwards, a cigarette is a race against the living immortals.

Jiang Ruo was puzzled: "What are you happy about?"

Wen Yuan's broad palm rubbed Jiang Ruo's head thinly and gently, and the hair felt by his fingertips was soft, and his gaze was profound, "Happy..."

He finally got her body and mind.

From the age of twenty-seven to the age of thirty-seven, ten years, this love is not easy to come by, so he will cherish it doubly.

..

A big family gathered.

Had a reunion and lively New Year.

Jiang Ruo suddenly said that he wanted to go back to Ningchuan to take a look.

So on the second day, all the trivial matters at home and the three children were handed over to Cen Mo, the little uncle with a baby and a grudge.

And Wen Huai and Wen Yuan went to Ningchuan with their wives.

Ten years have passed in a flash, and he has returned to his homeland again, and Ningchuan has not changed much.

Jiang Ruo walked on the path at the mouth of the alley in the past, looking at the surrounding grass and things, and behind them were infinite memories.

It's too important for her here.

It is the most important stop in her whole life journey.

It is also where all the stories begin.

It is the place where Wen Huai met her at the age of thirteen.

and... It was still the place where Wen Yuan met her on a midsummer night when she was twenty-two years old.

All fate, all love.

It all begins and ends here.

The snow in Ningchuan this year is also quite heavy, but it is not as good as the one I saw in Rongcheng ten years ago.

Jiang Ruo played in the snow like a child in front, while Wen Huai and Wen Yuan followed behind and watched.

Wen Yuan suddenly asked, "How many more years?"

Wen Huai's eyes sank for a moment: "Two years."

—ENDS—