I really hope the car will go on like this, just like their life, and they will always be together.
Illness, suffering, sadness There's no way to separate them.
Because love is a lingering satin, they can never be separated from each other.
Unless one day, the love between them has broken.
The car still stopped at the entrance of Mohist school.
Fang Yuan looks at the sleeping Mo Jincheng in a panic. He gently raises his hand and makes a hiss gesture to the driver.
The driver nodded and got out of the car.
In his sleep, Mo Jincheng is like a good baby. His hands and feet are very regular. It doesn't look like he is not honest when he wakes up.
Maybe he was really tired, so he didn't even feel the car had stopped.
Fang Yuan slowly closed his eyes, but he kept thinking about what happened in the palace.
The more you think about it, the more painful it is.
In the end, the old woman meant to do business with Mo Jincheng.
What kind of business is it and how dangerous is it?
"Why don't you wake me up?"
The low voice suddenly rang out, startled Fang Yuan.
"Why did you make a sudden noise?" Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng angrily, and the bright eyes are full of Acacia.
Mo Jincheng smile, slender fingers like bamboo chopsticks gently tap on the square forehead: "still thinking about the palace?"
Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng.
Didn't he just fall asleep? How do you know you're thinking? But also all of a sudden guess is the palace.
Mo Jincheng said with a smile: "when you think about things, you always like to close your eyes and frown. This is not a good habit."
Fang Yuan was ridiculed a little embarrassed.
Did not expect such a small action, Mo Jincheng noticed.
"What's the matter with the palace family?"
If no one told her tonight, she would not want to sleep tonight.
Because what happened today is amazing.
It's totally like a science fiction, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Mo Jincheng smiles and pats Fang Yuan on the back of the head. He seems to see through her mind and explains patiently: "I can tell you, but you must promise me one thing."
There's nothing to say.
Why does this man like to talk about terms so much.
"Lie down in bed and I'll tell you a story." Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan deeply, with banter.
The square eye son flashed for a while.
Mo Jincheng got close and touched Fang Yuan's nose gently. "Just now, when I said you were in bed, your eyes were full of expectation. My dear wife, I'm looking forward to it."
Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng speechless, taps on his shoulder, and walks out of the car with a red face.
Looking forward to, where she said looking forward to in her eyes, is just reading too much.
Damn, bully her as soon as you come back.
By the way, are there any questions about Anqing?
Fang Yuan pulled open the door that was about to close, bent down, summoned up courage and asked, "are you going back to your grandfather's house?"
Mo Jin Cheng Leng for a moment, just tired dizzy, as if vaguely heard someone say this sentence.
Now, it's true.
Mo Jincheng wants to avoid this, but he nods in the end.
I don't want to cheat Fang Yuan.
"Well An Qing is with you. "
Mingming has told himself many times that it is possible that it happened by chance, but when he asked, he was still very uncomfortable.
There was a little bit of starlight in my eyes, and it became dark in an instant.
Mo Jincheng also noticed the abnormality of Fangyuan. He raised his head and frowned. He asked unhappily, "who told you that I was with Anqing?"
Fang Yuan shook his head: "no one."
"What do you think?" Mo Jincheng raised his hand, pushed open the door, his face showed a smile, "nothing."
"But I heard an Qing's voice on Mr. Gong's mobile phone." Fang Yuan doesn't want to hide it.
It's meaningless to hold it in this way. It's better to ask clearly at one time.
Mo Jincheng raised his hand and gently held Fang Yuan's hand. He said with a smile: "it seems that you care about me very much."
Care?
Fang Yuan wants to laugh, of course she cares about him, otherwise she won't worry about it.
Mo Jincheng looked at her crying eyes and said with a smile: "yes, an Qing is also at her grandfather's house, but I really have nothing to do with her? You have to remember that you are the only one in my heart. I can't hold anyone else any more. ""Really?" Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng in disbelief.
There was uneasiness in his eyes.
Mo Jincheng said with a bitter smile: "really, I don't believe it --"
he suddenly reached out his hand, clasped the back of Fang Yuan's head, and took Fang Yuan's breath with a sentimental kiss.
"Well..."
Fang Yuan's struggle gradually turns into addiction.
The fingers also grasp Mo Jincheng's clothes weakly.
Mo Jincheng released Fang Yuan's red face and asked in a soft voice, "how are you, do you hear me? Do you hear the voice in my heart? "
Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng with a red face and turns his head shyly.
Mo Jincheng looks at his wife's unsteady steps behind him. He takes Fangyuan to the second floor.
Fang Yuan was scared to dance: "ah, you put me down."
What are you doing?
Mo Jincheng doesn't listen at all. Instead, he reminds me with "good intentions": "if you struggle again, roll down, I don't care."
Scared Fang Yuan immediately hugs Mo Jincheng's neck, like catching a prisoner like driftwood.
The smile on Mo Jincheng's face is bigger.
Go to the room downstairs, push open the door, found that everything is the way when you go, that tired heart suddenly like to find a harbor, let Mo Jincheng a sigh of relief.
No matter how the world changes, at least it will not.
Those who love him will always love him.
Think of here, Mo Jincheng can't help but gently put down Fang Yuan, a hand has already picked out Fang Yuan's clothes.
Fang Yuan was so scared that he grabbed Mo Jincheng's hand: "no, the baby has been for several months now, and will give him bad prenatal education."
That's true.
Is she going to have a baby in the future?
No!
Don't be decisive!
Mo Jincheng gently smiles. When he smiles, his beautiful eyes shine brightly. He gently kisses Fangyuan's eyes: "no, if he dares to learn bad, hum!"
Fang Yuan is amused by Mo Jincheng's lovely appearance. He just wants to raise his hand to block Mo Jincheng's further action, but Mo Jincheng easily holds his hands.
Dark eyes, emitting a look of light.
"Fang Yuan, I miss you."