Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

Then there were several muffled sounds, and a feast of flowers unfolded in the sky.

The fireworks spread out in the air, forming various flowers, competing for beauty.

The golden yellow dandelion seems to be able to flow with the wind when the wind blows; there are passionately blooming chrysanthemums, revealing bright yellow stamens, and the silky petals unfold inch by inch in the air, and when they rise to the highest altitude, they also bloom to the extreme .

The huge chrysanthemum just hung in the air, and after a few seconds, it disappeared without a trace, as if it was just a dream.

Looking at it, Huangfu Yao suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes.

Looking back at Han Shaoqi, there was a flash of water stains in his eyes, which were crystal clear.

The clear and clean eyes, against the backdrop of the charming fireworks outside the window, look extraordinarily beautiful, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

The golden light flashed across the eyes, leaving behind arcs.

The overwhelming fireworks revealed countless smiling faces. Huangfu Yao looked at the bright smiling faces in the air, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up. That smile seemed a bit far-fetched.

No matter how splendid the fireworks were in full bloom, Huangfu Yao didn't have the heart to watch the fireworks at the back.

Buried his head on Han Shaoqi's chest, where it was beating rhythmically, but his eyes refused to open.

Outside the window, people outside could vaguely hear cheers, clapping their hands and applauding endlessly.

He murmured, "Shaoqi, we must be like them in the future, enjoying a fireworks feast that belongs to us alone, okay?"

"Shaoqi, now I can spend the New Year with you, and after I can, I don't know if I will have such an opportunity."

He obviously didn't want to cry in front of him, but the lacrimal sac seemed to be uncontrollable by his brain, and fell down in a rustle.

Huangfu Yao hastily wiped away the tears on his face, how could he cry in such a lively event.

After calming down for a while, Huangfu Yao raised his head from Han Shaoqi's chest, with wet tears on his face.

It turns out that during the Chinese New Year, people not only experience joy, but also sadness, uncontrollable sadness, and tears.

Helping Han Shaoqi to lie down, Huangfu Yao raised his hand to caress that handsome and extraordinary face.

Although, at this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face didn't look angry at all.

But his bright eyes, shining with a clear light, are always engraved in my mind, and I will never forget them for a long time.

Sometimes, Huangfu Yao thinks that fate is ridiculous, it makes jokes with you one after another.

I once glanced at the broken bridge by chance, and met again at the hotel with an ambiguous atmosphere by the West Lake.

Then, it was a few years of separation, and the wide ocean entrusted the thoughts of each other.

No one would have expected that they would meet again in a few years.

It's just that things have changed.

Time has already changed everyone.

Just like Han Shaoqi, he has ambition and passion, that's why he got lost.

Fortunately, he found himself again, but when he understood, he became what he is now.

Just like myself, I never believed it before, and I will deliberately plan to get close to a person and become confused about a person.

Sometimes, even I can't tell whether it's true or not during the period of acting.

If it is true, why does it feel like a dream.

If it is false, why, the heartbeat will suddenly speed up the moment I see him.