Princess, be nice

Chapter 1349 Show respect and stop doing it

He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time. Is he really old now?

Thinking of this possibility, Long Quyuan's heart was blocked.

"No, it's impossible, I don't look old at all!"

Seeing that he cared so much about his age, Yuan Changhuan suddenly smiled, "Then how old are you this year?"

"This seat is not yet thirty, you little girl, tell me clearly, is this seat really old?"

Yuan Changhuan laughed more cheerfully when he heard Long Quyuan's words, "If you're less than thirty, you're about to stand up, almost twice as big as me, aren't you old?"

"Could it be that you still thought you were a teenager?"

Seeing her bright smile, Long Quyuan paused.

He tried every means to make her happy, but in the end he made her laugh because of his age.

Long Quyuan really didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry.

"So what about Li, I look young." Long Quyuan snorted.

Hearing his laughter, Yuan Changhuan moved closer to him, because he also cared about things, and felt that he was getting closer to him, so he restrained his laughter in a low voice, and whispered in his ear, "Are you particularly afraid that you will become a person?" old?"

"That's why you don't want to admit your age?"

Pressing Yuan Changhuan's forehead with a hand as delicate as a work of art, Long Quyuan said to her seriously, "I'm really scared, will you give me a sense of security?"

"The sense of security is yours, not someone else's." Yuan Changhuan was a little flustered by his quiet, deep but penetrating eyes, stood up hastily, and replied.

Standing up this time, he didn't notice his numb calf, and almost fell on Long Quyuan again.

Fortunately, this time, he grabbed the small table next to him in time.

That's why I didn't let myself throw myself into the arms again.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Long Quyuan's Xiazi and Yueyun's face again.

My heart was shocked again.

Standing up hastily, "I didn't mean to."

"Well, it wasn't intentional." Long Quyuan nodded, showing respect for her words.

Only then did Yuan Changhuan breathe a sigh of relief, "Since only your wife can make shoes for you, then I won't do it."

"Then what should I wear?" Long Quyuan looked down at the black boots under his feet, pondered for a while, "Forget it, let's wear these."

As he said, he leaned over and put his feet on the exquisite black boots, ready to put them on.

And his feet were still wrapped in gauze.

Seeing his movement, Yuan Changhuan raised his hand to stop him, "Why are you hypocritical, haven't you worn shoes for more than 20 years, and you don't need to wear them until you find your wife."

As he spoke, he kicked away the pair of black boots and kicked them far away.

He is not allowed to wear it.

Now this foot, how can I wear shoes, isn't this courting death?

"At such an old age, I really don't understand at all." Childish died.

A look of disgust flashed across Yuan Changhuan's eyebrows.

Long Quyuan happened to see the disgust in Yuan Changhuan's eyes, squinted his clear eyes, and replied calmly, "It's better to talk than nothing, something to wear is better than nothing at all."

Then he lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I haven't worn shoes for more than 20 years, because no one cares whether I wear them or not."

"You sewed these black boots yourself and gifted them to me. How can I not wear them?"

Yuan Changhuan was entangled to death by his words.

One moment he said that only his wife could make shoes for him, and the next moment he cherished the shoes she made.

What exactly does he want.

Yuan Changhuan took a deep breath, stared at Long Quyuan, and said word by word, "So, what exactly do you want?"

(End of this chapter)