Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

It suddenly occurred to him that tonight was the wedding night for the prince and Yang Yang, but the wedding night for Yangyang's pregnancy would definitely not be able to go on, but he, the best man and the bridesmaid, seemed to be doing the wedding night at the moment.

Chang Mian's eyes smiled slightly, catching her lips again, thinking in her heart, the two brothers entered the palace of marriage one after another, the current situation of Qin Shou and Qin Cao must have been on the Long March for more than eight years, as for Lan Ya, there is currently no daughter I don't have any friends... Thinking about it this way, the next one is only myself.

"Shangshang, do you still remember what I want you to remember?" He raised his head slightly, brushed the broken hair on her face to the sides with his fingers, and fixed her eyebrows carefully.

Changshang was in his arms, after a silence, he asked inexplicably, "What are you talking about?"

"I told you to remember the words from the beginning." He smiled dangerously, as if if her answer did not satisfy him, she would definitely be punished severely.

Changshang couldn't help shivering, she blinked innocently, thought for a while, panting uneasy but said like a little fox: "You said, you have been the man of my heart Changshang all your life? Are you still Say, you will take care of me for the rest of my life?"

Chang Mian chuckled when she heard the words, the words were generally of this kind, but why did it come out of her mouth as if he belonged to her and meant to take care of her for the rest of her life?Obviously what he meant was that she belonged to him, and he was the only man in her world.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and told her with an attitude of resignation that he was eaten to death by her: "...well."

Huhu (～ o ～)~zz...

Changshang secretly made a yes finger, and said aggressively, "Then you have to do what you say."

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The night was very deep, and after a while of sleeping, Changshang slept very deeply.

Chang Mian came out of the bedroom in her pajamas, and sat alone in the open living room watching TV, her eyes fell on the half-knitted sweater in the corner of the sofa.

The brown sweater was knitted by his mother back then, and one arm and neck were missing. He held it in his hand, carefully put the semi-finished product into his breath, kissed it lightly, and put it back in its original place.

On the coffee table, there was a book that Dad had read halfway through. He also took it in his hand and flipped through it. Finally, he closed it and put it back in its original place.

His line of sight accidentally fell on the skateboard model on the TV cabinet, which was his toy from ten years ago...

Everything seems to have not changed.

Chang Mian took out a photo album from her parents' room, and carefully flipped through it while smoking.

In fact, Changshang was right in asking, Zeng Jin, he really didn't want to go back to this place, just because he was afraid that this house would be too deserted... so deserted that he felt chills in his heart.