"Husband, what is the matter with you calling me in such a hurry?"

Han Lingmeng was pulled upstairs by Li Xia and asked again.

Li Xia turned his head, like a child who made a mistake in kindergarten, and said miserably:

"I'm sorry wife, I made a mistake, I apologize to you."

Han Lingmeng's eyebrows raised slightly, and he asked suspiciously, "Did you make a mistake?" What went wrong? It can't be carrying me out of the wall with red apricots, right? ”

Red apricots out of the wall? What is this term?

Can this word be used to describe a man?

"It's not! I peeked at your computer's browser browsing history and saw that you were writing. ”

"Ah——!h Han Lingmeng exclaimed.

Li Xia hurriedly covered Han Lingmeng's mouth with his hand, "Wife, there's no need to react so much, let the downstairs hear it for a while, and think something is wrong." ”

"How can you see what I wrote?" Han Lingmeng covered her pretty face shyly, "Oops! It's also a shame! ”

Lose face? Shouldn't it be angry?

"Wife, when did you become so thin-skinned?"

Han Lingmeng removed his hands and looked at Li Xia with wide eyes: "What do you mean?" Are you saying I'm usually thick-skinned? ”

"How could it be, I mean you wrote our story into, what's so shy, it's so well written, I can't help but give you a Golden Alliance."

"What?? You also rewarded me with the Golden Alliance? Han Lingmeng's pink fist hammered on Li Xia's chest, "Are you afraid that others won't know that I wrote this book, right?" ”

It seems to make a lot of sense, this name, this plot, plus my own reward, doesn't this indirectly prove that this book was written by Han Lingmeng?

But what does it matter?

Everyone else can write an autobiography, and it's normal for your wife to write a book.

Li Xia took Han Lingmeng into his arms, patted his back and comforted: "What's so shy about writing one, you see I've written so many books, and none of them are like you." ”

Han Lingmeng snorted lightly, lay in his arms, opened his small mouth, revealed his snow-white teeth, took a bite on Li Xia's neck, and whispered, "Can that be the same?" What you write is imaginative, what I write ...... What I wrote is something that can be traced in reality. ”

"It's good that others don't know, and it's embarrassing for people to know."

"It's okay, it's okay! It's just a good way for people to have a new understanding of us. ”

"Really?"

"Really, I just think it's good! You're really good at writing, you have to know that it's still quite difficult to get a lv5 writer at the starting point, and you have a book of lv5, which shows that readers really like this one. ”

Han Lingmeng raised his head, flashed his big eyes and said, "I was originally idle, and I wanted to record our bits and pieces, but I didn't expect that there would be more people writing and reading." ”

"Am I amazing?"

Li Xia scratched her little nose dotingly, and said with a smile: "My wife is the most powerful, only surpassing Su Xiao, and she looks like a princess." The rhyme is rhyme, and the fragrance is fragrant. ”

"I hate it, how can you say it so well, how can I be compared with Su Xiaomei and Wang Yan."

Han Lingmeng blushed shyly, said a coquettish word, and buried his head in Li Xia's arms again.

While the two were talking, a discordant voice sounded behind Li Xia.

"Yikes! Sister, brother-in-law, what are you doing? ”

This situation is comparable to being caught cheating, Han Lingmeng directly made an ostrich and stuck it in Li Xia's arms without squeaking.

Li Xia turned his head and asked angrily, "Aren't you playing games in the living room?" How did it come up? ”

"I just heard my sister shouting twice, so I came up and took a look, who knew you were biting your ears······"

"I know that the two of you are legitimate, but whether you can go back to the room to do this kind of thing, it's too much to be around."

After Han Lingxi finished speaking, he didn't give Li Xia a chance to fight back, and ran downstairs with a "kick".

Li Xia was completely defeated by this girl, and a tingling pain suddenly came from his waist.

"Wife, why are you pinching me?"

"It's all your fault, let me lose face in front of Lingxi."

Han Lingmeng blushed and got out of Li Xia's arms, and turned around to enter the bedroom, but Li Xia grabbed her jade arm and pushed her to Li Xia's singing practice room on the third floor.

"What are you doing?"

"I've written a new song for you, don't you want to hear it?"

"Wrote a new song for me, really?"

Li Xia didn't speak, pulled her to the piano and sat down, stroked the keys, and the sound of the piano poured out like water.

"How lucky I am to have met you in this life"

"I thank you for thinking about it a few more times"

"Regardless of persuasion, I firmly chose to stay with me"

"Eating and sleeping in the open and not abandoning"

“······”

"I wish it was you at first, then you"

"It's you in the end, too"

"I don't love you who loves you"

"Can't let your relatives and friends be my old friend"

"Jokes are a game"

"Three Lives and Three Lucks" is a song that Li Xia liked very much in his previous life, a song written and sung by Hailai Amu.

Marriage is not a game.

Everyone's marital status is different, but love must be the foundation of all marriages, and marriage must be the more two people love each other, the longer it can last.

Family affection is not afraid of time, but love will gradually dissipate over time, so it requires both partners to work hard to maintain: a kiss one day, a compliment, a gift, a heart-to-heart talk, and a hug.

The water handed in front of you, the dishes that are caught in the bowl, the goodbye delivered to the door, and the trick that comes to you, every little change can stimulate each other's hearts and awaken tired love.

Only when a person truly recognizes himself can he clearly know what kind of fate he needs, what kind of feelings he pursues, and what kind of person he loves is.

Two people can hold hands with each other for a lifetime and experience the years together, which is the real happiness of three lives.

The spring breeze is ten miles, and it is too late to meet you.

The sky is clear, and I don't have you in my heart.

No matter how good others are, it has nothing to do with me.

No matter how bad you are, I like it.

By your presence, may you have the heart of your heart.

It's you who blooms!

It's you!

I don't love you who loves you!

How lucky to have met you!

You are the most beautiful meeting I have ever met!

No matter the ends of the world, I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

This is Li Xia's attitude towards marriage and feelings.

Turning over the words of Han Lingmeng's heart, Li Xia's mind kept coming up with bits and pieces of this world.

The people who love you the most are not rushing to your light.

It's someone who can reach out and hold you tightly when you're stuck in a quagmire and struggling desperately.

Because of a little touch, it is a fool's behavior to hand over your true heart.

Don't think that the person who can give you warmth is the person who has redeemed you.

No amount of commitment can be worth companionship.

On a whim, it is not called love, but true love is to accompany you to the end.

There is always someone who likes the way you look and tolerates your character.

Give you enough security to make you feel that the world is worth it.

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