Broken wolves

Chapter 125

After changing her clothes, Yang Ping walked out of the bedroom, and the warm and romantic dinner began.

Wearing a simple but elegant pearl white evening dress, Yang Ping playfully inserted a bun with a silver chopstick, and painted some light makeup on her face.It happened to support the kind of temperament that only belonged to her. Although she was middle-aged, she was as dazzling as a night pearl with a little dress.

The record player in the living room is playing casually and lazily...

"Drifting in the sea of ​​love...

You and I have always been sad...

I sing softly in your ear...

You smiled……

Love……

Two stars and one sea...

You are a beautiful accident...

I can't let go..."

"My beautiful wife, can I invite you to dance?" With a slight smile, Ye Wenzhong pulled out his chair on his own.

In the flickering candlelight, Ye Wenzhong got up and gently embraced Yang Ping's waist, and slowly danced to the beat. Following her husband's dance steps, eyes facing each other, Ye Wenzhong kissed his wife deeply...

After seeing his wife dressed up, Ye Wenzhong was taken aback. For many years, Yang Ping kept a low profile on purpose. She only wore professional attire at work, and changed into comfortable home clothes at home. Yang Ping, who is somewhat feminine, even liked it very much. Some cute and fluffy things, such as the pair of pink bunny drag play.Because of Ye Wenzhong, he made fun of her a lot this night, and she still looks like a little girl when she is too old. For this reason, Yang Ping just smiled gently.

"Husband, I never thought you could dance so well..." At the end of the song, Yang Ping raised her face and sincerely praised Ye Wenzhong. After 20 years of marriage, she has been hiding herself. Why is Ye Wenzhong not like this? Although they live together, they each have their own little secrets.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at dressing up..." Ye Wenzhong also sighed. After twenty years of marriage, he never thought that his daughter-in-law could dress up so beautifully.

Yang Ping looked at her husband deeply, recalling all the things she had experienced over the years in her mind, and she was infatuated for a moment, her husband turned out to be so outstanding.The previous image of a big boss was subverted overnight, and replaced by a mature man who is quite gentlemanly, knows how to be romantic, and knows how to make his wife happy.

Gently resting on Ye Wen's generous shoulders, Yang Ping rested her head on Ye Wen's loyal chest, sniffing his unique strong manly scent, listening to his strong heartbeat, all of this seemed to be in one place. Yang Ping is deeply nostalgic for the safe harbor.She began to recall, began to make all kinds of assumptions, if she was not Japanese, if she was just an ordinary Chinese girl, if she was just his wife, if she had never met him, if she hadn't received the mission since she was a child...

It wasn't until the end of another song that Yang Ping slowly raised her head, stretched out her hand and gently stroked Ye Wenzhong's resolute cheek, closed her eyes and felt it seriously, she told herself to remember every detail on his face. edges and corners.If there really is an afterlife, I must rely on this memory to find him and my husband...

"This is the real 'Zhaoxue'! I'm so lucky to marry such a beautiful wife, no wonder my son is so handsome, it seems to be up to you..." Ye Wenzhong smiled happily.Help Yang Ping open the seat.After Yang Ping was seated, she returned to her seat and poured a glass of red wine for Yang Ping.

"Thank you, hubby." Yang Ping looked at Ye Wenzhong tenderly, then lowered her head and smiled, her husband, who seemed rough and rough, had done enough homework tonight.But maybe it's been too long since I've shown it. Although I tried my best to do well, my movements are still a bit jerky.I couldn't help laughing, for my own sake, my husband's rare tenderness.

"Eat first, the steak will be cold in a while." Yang Ping reminded kindly with a chuckle.

"Yes, yes, for dinner, my wife's steak is my favorite." Ye Wenzhong smiled happily, picked up the knife and fork and shook his cheeks, and began to eat. The portion of his plate is relatively large, obviously Yang Ping Teddy added some more, for fear that he would not be able to eat enough beef at night, as a stay-at-home wife not only needs to take care of a man's heart tenderly, but also know how to take care of a man's stomach.

"How is your son?" Yang Ping delicately cut a small piece of charred steak from the plate, and looked at her husband and asked gently.

"It's okay, my son didn't die so easily. The brat should have gone to the third child's place now." Ye Wenzhong chewed on the steak, nodding in praise while answering Yang Ping's question.

"Can you save him?" Yang Ping stopped mid-air with her hands holding the fork, and asked Ye Wenzhong beggingly.She sincerely hoped that her son would not have to live that kind of life. Ye Yangjian, who was born in a peaceful age, should live a good life, at least better than them...

"It doesn't matter whether we can save or not. If this matter gets bigger, someone must be blamed. He has this consciousness. To him, Desperation is not necessarily a bad thing. At least that kind of life is familiar to him. In the city His life might be a torment for his son..." Ye Wenzhong laughed at himself.He also felt guilty about his son. He promised to give them back their identities after the task was over, but he didn't expect to force his son away this time.

"A family like ours really suffers from our son..." Yang Ping couldn't help but turn red when she thought of Ye Yangjian. Compared with her own life, she cared more about her precious son. This is maternal love, regardless of nationality and race Love.

"Wife, don't underestimate our son, he is more capable than us. Besides, the third child will not ignore him." Ye Wenzhong smiled indifferently.His own son knows best.How could Ye Yangjian die so easily? That kid is crazy. He has been on the battlefield many times, so he should be used to life and death.In other words, Yang Ping still regarded him as a child who couldn't grow up.

"It's all my fault. Originally, he should have had a normal life, and then we will watch him marry a wife and have children..." Yang Ping said, her eyes turned red, and Su Su began to cry.At the moment she is not a Japanese agent 'Zhaoxue'.Just a mother worried about her son...

"Don't talk about that, you haven't met the third brother, but you can rest assured that that kid is the most powerful of the three of us, and Jianer will be fine with him, otherwise he will come to see you..." He took a sip of the red wine and looked at Yang Ping with a smile.Reassure his wife.Ye Wenzhong's mind suddenly came up with details of the life of the three brothers when they were young.That's right, the third child is the most powerful, no matter what aspect, he is much better than himself and the eldest brother, and the old man also thinks highly of him...

The music on the record player was still playing slowly, and the atmosphere in the living room was very romantic and warm.Ye Wenzhong and Yang Ping chatted occasionally while having dinner, and when they got happy, they would look at each other and smile. Everything was kept silent. It was a memory that belonged only to them...

But time is always ruthless, there is no banquet in the world, no matter how grand the banquet is, there will be a day when the curtain ends, the two people have special identities, Ye Wenzhong and Yang Ping know that there will be an explanation no matter what happens tonight...