廵 Zuo Niangzi: The little lucky wife of the God of War family is crazy

Fu Shijin pursed her lips.

How could she not like it? Although she is not a greedy person, she has always liked to eat sweets. Since a long time ago, it has been her habit to eat small pastries when she is depressed or when she is free from work.

What's more, every time Han Lin sent the snacks, he obviously paid great attention to them. They were all very famous snacks from all over the capital. In Baozhu's words, every kind of snacks either had to be robbed or had to wait in long queues. purchase.

I don't know where he got these snacks from.

Fu Shijin actually knew Han Lin's intentions for her. She was depressed these days because he hadn't fulfilled his promise for a long time. She didn't really feel that this man was dumping her for fun. , There is even a faint tendency to be out of control, so I am extremely depressed.

In some respects, Fu Shijin is a very planning person. She had already made up her next plan on the first day she came to this world, but the appearance of this man was an unexpected factor.

He would totally mess up her plans.

Thinking of this, Fu Shijin couldn't help but speak in a colder voice, "Whether I like it or not, Han Dalang will never send it over again.

After all, sooner or later we are going to divorce, and Han Dalang's doing so made me very embarrassed. "

Han Lin paused for a moment, and frowned little by little.

The little smile that had quietly risen in the dark eyes since seeing the woman in front of him also slowly dissipated without a trace.

A heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and Han Lin suddenly felt difficult to breathe.

Is this feeling heartache?

A few days ago under the cherry blossom tree, when the woman agreed to let him deliver snacks to her personally, he thought that she cared about him to some extent.

Han Lin unconsciously took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "I thought, Mrs. Fu should know my thoughts."

Fu Shijin's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After another long silence, Han Lin said: "Yuan Xu told me that in order to please a young lady, the most important thing is to avoid plotting and schemes, and the most important thing is to be honest.

Now that I think about it, I haven't talked to Mrs. Fu about what I think in my heart.

If I said, I don't want to break off the engagement with Mrs. Fu, but I want to marry Mrs. Fu and live together forever, would Mrs. Fu be willing? "

He couldn't help laughing at himself.

He thought that he had calculated everything, but in the end, he could only cut out his own heart and put it in front of this woman.

Whether she accepts it or abandons it like a shoe, it's all in her mind.

Although Wang Yuanxu was unreliable in many aspects, it was rare for him to say a reliable word in this aspect.

Fu Shijin suddenly raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, but he didn't expect him to say it so bluntly.

When she touched the man's eyes, which were deeper and darker than before, as if they were about to be hidden in the night at any time, she felt panicked for no reason.

She suddenly seemed to realize something at this time, although Han Lin has been by her side since she came to this world.

But he might actually disappear.

Thinking that she might not have this man in her life in the future, Fu Shijin suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Han Lin quietly looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly, he changed the bag of peach cakes that Fu Shijin hadn't taken for a long time to his left hand holding the lantern, and his right hand took something out from his waist.

Under the dim light at night, Fu Shijin saw that it was clearly a cherry blossom wooden hairpin!
From her point of view, the wooden hairpin was carved very rough, without skill at all, it was obviously made by a layman!

However, every stroke of the engraving was obviously done with great care, the entire wooden hairpin was polished smooth, and there was no rough place.

For laymen, this is already very rare.

As if anticipating something, Fu Shijin opened his mouth and said, "This is..."

"I tried to do it, but my hands are not as good as Mrs. Fu's, so I can't do it well."

Han Lin said in a low voice: "I originally thought that I would not give it to Mrs. Fu this time, but ordinary people will always give something small to their sweetheart when they express their feelings. I...have nothing on me , I can only take out this hairpin."

Fu Shijin looked at the hairpin and immediately shifted his gaze to the man's hand, his brows furrowed deeply.

But he saw that there were indeed countless scars of different depths and sizes on his five fingers. Although Han Lin was used to wielding knives and sticks, the knives used for carving were all small knives, and the strength and skill he used were no better than his He is so open and close in martial arts, even he, when he first started to sculpt, he would inevitably get himself injured.

Han Lin's heart sank even more when he saw that Fu Shijin had remained silent and hadn't taken the hairpin from his hand.

In the end, he could only take back the hand that was handed out, and forced to suppress the hostility in his heart: "If Mrs. Fu doesn't like it, I will make another one for Mrs. Fu..."

In the next breath, he froze.

The woman in front of her suddenly stretched out her hand, and gently grabbed the sleeve of the hand he was about to withdraw.

The woman in front of her lowered her head slightly, her face was clearly entangled and annoyed, but she still said, "I want it."

Han Lin looked at her without daring to move, as if he was afraid that this was just a dream, and if he moved, the dream would wake up.

In just a few short breaths, Fu Shijin had already figured out a lot of things, and the expression on his face relaxed. Although he still couldn't control the heat on his face, he still raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and said seriously: "That's it. It was made by Han Dalang with his heart, and he also pays attention to the word of sincerity in woodcarving, as long as it is made with heart, there is nothing wrong with it.”

Fu Shijin has always been a person who doesn't make things difficult for herself.

Now that I care about it, since I realize that I don't want this man in my future life...

It's okay to change his plan for him.

Just like what she said to Mrs. Ningguo before, the most important thing is that that person is worth it.

It took Han Lin a long time before he woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream. He said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of breaking something: "Madam Fu, as long as you don't dislike her."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and handed the wooden hairpin to the woman in front of him.

But Fu Shijin didn't answer it, the temperature on his face seemed to get hotter, and he muttered softly, "Shouldn't you help me bring it on at a time like this?"

Han Lin's hand, which had never shaken when holding a gun all year round, shook slightly at this time.

He looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

This time, he felt that he should have understood correctly.

He forcibly suppressed the turbulent Pengbai mood, parted his thin lips slightly, and said "OK" again, carefully and extremely carefully inserted the hairpin into the woman's bun like a cloud.

After inserting it, he could no longer suppress his excitement as if he was going to break out of his body. He moved his hand down and tried to hold the woman's hand in front of him.

Fu Shijin's fingertips trembled slightly, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but finally held back, allowing the man to hold her cool and wet hand into his big hand.

Immediately, he closed it tightly, as if he would never let go again.

After holding it like this for a long time, Han Lin seemed to confirm that this was not a dream, and his handsome face, which was always cold and frightening, suddenly burst out with the most obvious joy.

Han Lin only felt that the woman's "I want" made him more excited than fighting a big victory.

He forcibly suppressed the desire to hold her tightly in his arms like this, and said with a slightly sandy voice, "Jin'er, don't worry, I will never let you suffer any grievances.

Although you and I have a marriage contract now, but you are still in the period of filial piety, I will report to Empress Ming in the next few days and let her decide the date of marriage for us, and when you are out of the filial period, we will get married..."