The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

"Yishu..." Qiu Yixian shook her head, feeling a little sour in her heart, but it was even sweeter.

"After you left, I lived in our hut. I didn't touch all your things. Day by day, let your smell penetrate into my skin, bones, and internal organs. The love you gave me , although it is not vigorous, but it penetrates into my life bit by bit, my life. I can't live without you, you are like air, like water, like, the breath that surrounds me, for a long time Not scattered."

Qin Yishu said, kissing her lips: "Honey, I love you."

"Yi Shu..." Being kissed by him, Qiu Yixian only felt blissful.

It seems that the sufferings suffered in the past, at this moment, can be exchanged for such a gentle kiss, it is worth anything! [

However, Qin Yishu put her down, and immediately walked to a white piano in the center of the hall.

Here, it is a high-end restaurant, of course it has a resident singer.Qin Yishu, however, invited the singer who was playing Beethoven away with a few shiny dollars in his hand, walked to the piano by himself, and picked up the microphone.

"Today is the day my wife and I get married—"

He uses Chinese, and not many people here can understand Chinese.However, he still chose to express his affection to his wife in the language he was most familiar with.

Many people, although they couldn't understand Chinese, turned their heads to look at him.Looking at the handsome man with yellow skin and black hair, holding a microphone, he said affectionately:

"We have been together for eight years. On and off. She has been wronged for me. We have lost a child. We have missed each other for six years on and off. Today, she and I can be here, and we can go smoothly She gave me the gift of getting married and having a lively and lovely child. I once hurt her deeply, causing her to die several times, and she almost lost her life. But she still never leaves me. I don’t know , what should I use to express my feelings, I think, here, I just want to give her a song, this is also the sentence I want to say to her most in my heart—”

As soon as the microphone fell, he sat in front of the piano and raised his hand——

He was wearing a black suit with white emotions, sitting upright, and looked like a prince.

The fingertips jumped gently, and a tune poured out from between his fingers——

And he, at the same time, also slowly opened his mouth to sing:

"Because of loving your love,

For dreaming of your dreams,

So grieve your sorrow,

Happy with your happiness.

for passing your way,

Because I have suffered through your suffering,

So be happy with your happiness,

chasing your chasing—”

The music sounded, it was an old song - "Holding Hands". [

His hoarse tone, combined with the soothing and deep piano sound, is like frosted glass of excellent quality, meaningful and long-lasting.

It seemed that a canvas was unfolded before her eyes, and their past scenes were all displayed before her eyes!

Sad, painful, hopeless.

How many times did she dream back in the middle of the night, tossing and turning because of him, heartache and sleepless, and tears wet the pillow towel?

How many times has she struggled with pain and refused to accept his kindness because of hatred?

How many times did she hold her son with a broken heart, wishing she could kill him, but in the end, she still couldn't bear it?