Zhou Miaoyu shook his head and looked out the car window, "I just felt uncomfortable."

He understood her feelings, the pain of losing her lover, and he followed her grandfather every day for so many years.

If one day he loses her, it may not be enough to describe it.

"We will be fine and be together forever."

How far is always there, they know that for them, it is not endless years and time, but every day in this world.

Until the day they leave the world, they will be together and together well.

This is forever.

She leaned against his chest and listened to his idea of ​​the wedding.

Because she was doing a wedding, they agreed that he was in full responsibility for the wedding.

Anyway, he will do it all.

She listened to his childish memes, such as jasmine flowers, and any touching playback, all of them were old ways.

But when he thought of these things appearing at his wedding, Zhou Miaoyu seemed to be unable to imagine what the final effect would be.

It should be very good, very beautiful.

"If this continues, I will return to the company soon."

"Hmm? Why?"

"Make money. Now I have a family, I have to make money to support my family."

"Yes, if you want to make money to support me, it will be difficult for me to raise."

"How difficult to raise? Huh?"

"It's hard, it's hard to raise, but it's too late for you to regret it."

"I don't regret it. I want to raise you and our baby."

"Baby?"

"Yes, Xiaoguai, give me a baby. It's best to have eyes like you, nose like you, ear like you, mouth like you."

"Everything is like me, what is like you?"

“Gender is like me.”

"You want a son? Why?"

"My son can play basketball, football, volleyball, and golf with me."

“…”

"The most important thing is that my son will not marry someone else. I will feel sorry for my daughter who looks like you."

This man finally spoke sweetly.

...

Shan's.

President's Office.

Mo Han pushed the door and saw the man sitting on the chair in the senior class, and was slightly shocked.

"The sun comes out from the west?"

Shan Feiye smiled softly, crossed his hands on the table, "No, I'm going to work well."

"Thank you." Mo Han gritted his teeth, "You finally have a little humanity."

"By the way, I'm going to marry Xiaoguai."

After a moment of silence, Mo Han asked, "Really?"

"certainly."

There was nothing unusual in his heart, and he nodded: "It's pretty good, congratulations."

"Are you sincere?"

"What do you think?"

"Sincere." With a smile, he got up and touched Mo Han's fists, "Thank you, brother."

Shan Feiye came back to work, and Mo Han was really relieved.

He got off work on time, and he drove his car aimlessly.

Without the life of socializing, I don’t know where to go.

When he reacted, he looked up at the apartment and frowned.

Why did you come here without realizing it?

I told him very clearly last time. He really looked down on himself a little bit like this.

But the subconscious mind is sometimes terrible.

Loneliness becomes increasingly dense, especially at night when you sleep alone.

Why, when did it start? He needs more and more warmth.

Perhaps, all these changes will be after she left.

When you were alone by your side, you didn’t feel that you only knew how to cherish it after you lost it.

This is the root of human beings, especially the root of men who often have.

What is too easy to obtain is the least easy to cherish.

I went to the supermarket at the entrance of the community to buy a bunch of wine. He wanted to finish drinking it and left.

Sha Muxue cooked two dishes for herself, and she was quite bourgeois in life alone.

I don't want to eat in the restaurant, it's too lonely.

She brought the food to the living room and nestled on the foot mat under the sofa, watching TV while eating.

Just as I was full and was about to spread it on the sofa for a while, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Who will be this time?

Poor, there are very few friends in Ancheng, and there are almost no one who will come to her at this time.

He stood up, walked towards the gate, looked out through the cat's eyes, which scared her to sweat.

That cold face seemed to be able to smell the smell of wine through the door.

Why did he come?

Why is he here again?

Why would he come again?

Three questions were all in my mind.

With his back against the door panel, Chamusch wanted to pretend not to be there.

But the outsider didn't give up and kept ringing the doorbell, as if she was expected to be at home.

There was no way, so I took a deep breath, and Sha Muxue suddenly opened the door, "What are you doing!"

Mo Han held a beautifully packaged bag in the door frame in one hand.

It seems to be a cake.

"Eat?" he raised the bag and asked with a smile at her.

Oh My God!

How much alcohol did this person drink?

The smell of wine came over me and almost made Shamuxue dizzy.

"That, Vice President, I won't eat. I just had a meal."

"Food?" Mo Han narrowed his eyes and said softly, "I'm hungry, but I have no food to eat."

"If you have no food, go to the restaurant to eat." Xia Muxue gently and patiently coaxed him, "Vice President, you..."

With a staggering stagger under his feet, Mo Han entered the door.

"Hey! Why did you get in!"

After closing the door, she chased after him.

He stood in the living room, staring blankly at the food on the coffee table.

Xia Muxue's face turned red and she stood in front of him.

The food is messy, and it would be embarrassing to see it like this.

Mo Han held her hand and put the bag containing the cake in her palm, "I'll give it to you."
To be continued...