The two people who are not careful to wrap around on the sofa are already too close.

Some other emotions ferment between the two.

Su Qing pulled her husband and her son and left the living room quietly.

And what about Qiao mu'er?

When she reflected that everything is more Zheng bitter meat timing, she has been rolled over by men in the spacious sofa.

"Yue Zheng, you lied to me..." Qiao Mu Er wrung eyebrow, stare at the man who presses her under the body.

His eyes were so deep and blue that he was still on her face: "I didn't cheat you. It's true to kneel down and marry you Muer, will you marry me

"You, the more Zheng You don't want to... " Qiao Mu er's voice stuck in the throat, such more Zheng she can not afford.

She had never seen such an affectionate and unsophisticated Yue Zheng.

What he said in the past, will make her doubt, let her not believe, dare not love.

But at this moment, seeing his eyes full of starlight, she knew that everything he said was true.

She knew from the pride of him kneeling in front of her family.

Such a proud man is not forced to kneel down, but actively kneels down. What does that kneeling represent? It's just that Qiao mu'er dare not think about it, not that she doesn't understand.

"Ann, I like to hear you call me Ann."

The man's voice was low and deep, completely speaking to her.

An'an, An'an

I haven't heard her call him that for years.

He almost lost the girl who was always chasing after him.

He wanted to hear her call him Ann again.

"I..." Qiao Mu Er eye ground quickly float up a layer of fog, her throat becomes more dry and dumb, can't make a voice.

The word "An'an" has become more and more difficult now that it has been used so skillfully.

I don't know when "An'an" has become a name that can only be pronounced after she is drunk or in her dreams.

More Zheng deep ice blue Mou son is not instantaneous looking at her, "Mu son, call me."

His voice was magnetic and deep, mixed with soft and soft coax.

The entanglement between two people, the more Zheng know, are between the name.

As long as mu'er is willing to call him "An'an", it means that she is willing to let go.

As long as the knot is open, they will have a chance.

Never a moment, more Zheng so sober and calm.

He is not jealous, angry, intimidated or forced. He just stares at mu'er with encouraging eyes, waiting for her to adapt slowly, and slowly calls out -

Qiao mu'er's soft pink lips open and close, and those two words are spit out several times and stuck on the tip of his tongue several times.

Until, time passes, Qiao Mu Er still did not open mouth.

More Zheng full of expectation of the eyes gradually gray, he finally found that he missed something, Mu Er really can not say, she can no longer call him "An'an.".

"It doesn't matter, we can..." Can't force, more zheng tells oneself.

He spoke in a low voice to comfort him. However, as soon as he spoke, he heard the voice of the weak mosquito coming from the door - "an..."

Just now, what do you call me

Did Mu Er call him "An'an"?

Mu'er's voice was so small and soft that he didn't even know for a time whether she called out those two words.

"An'an..." Qiao Mu er's voice is not quite sure, slightly trembling.

The joy of the more Zheng eyes has already poured out. He pinched Qiao mu'er's round and lovely chin and pecked at her soft lip: "mu'er, call again..."

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