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Chapter 3199 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1761 Is it okay to have me with you?
She subconsciously caressed the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. It was as if someone had cut a hole in her heart with a chisel, and blood flowed out.

In this world, will there be wounds that will never heal?

Will she have to live in such sharp and sharp pain all her life?
……

That night, Nan Moshang and Ji Zhizhi were drinking cans of beer on the balcony, while Ji Yaoyao was upstairs playing the piano and singing songs that no one could understand.

Her voice is really... ugly.

Nan Moshang agreed and shook the beer bottle: "By the way, I haven't heard you sing yet, how about one?"

Ji Zhizhi propped his forehead with one hand, squinted at the layers of moon in the sky, and hummed: "I sing differently from Yaoyao, she is deadly, but I want money."

As soon as the words fell, the man pulled out the leather armor and put it on the table, pushing it over: "It's all yours."

Ji Zhizhi took it very unceremoniously, and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.

She tilted her head and thought for a while: "I remember a song, the name of which I can't quite remember, but I still remember the lyrics..."

"All ears."

Nan Moshang thought she would sing a sad song to vent her emotions, but she didn't expect the woman to clear her voice, and when she opened it, it turned out to be a surprisingly crisp and sweet voice.

——The warm spring breeze is blowing head-on, and the peach blossoms are blooming.

——Birds are in pairs on the branches, and lovers' hearts are blooming.

——Oh, oh, you are more beautiful than flowers, I will never forget you.

——Ai yo Ai yo, autumn goes and spring comes again, remember my love.

——I am here waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back, to see the peach blossoms bloom, I am here waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back and pick those flowers...

The more she sang, the happier she became, and she simply stood up from the lounge chair, singing and dancing at the same time, with a surprisingly good sense of rhythm, and her movements were surprisingly smooth, as if she was jumping happily on a peach blossom branch Like a bird among children.

After Ji Zichuan's death, this was the first time she didn't stop crying after being drunk, but looked very happy instead.

To be exact, he had never seen her happy like this since he was a child.

Some emotions, once expressed too much, will always give people a shadow of anxiety.

Nan Moshang frowned gradually: "Okay,... that's enough, let's take a break and sing again."

Ji Zhizhi was probably drunk, leaning against the railing and swaying, his beautiful eyes sparkled with an indescribable seductiveness: "I'm here waiting for him to come back, do you think he'll still come back?" Will be back?"

Nan Moshang stood up unknowingly, ready to prevent her from falling off the balcony at any time.

"I'll be with you, okay?"

Ji Zhizhi tilted his head, looked at him, and smiled lowly: "Will you make me something to eat?"

Compared to the astonishment when he heard this sentence a few years ago, the man was much calmer this time, and he hardly hesitated for a moment: "Yes, and my cooking skills are no worse than him."

"Will you cover me with a quilt in the middle of the night?"

"Yes, I can cover you with a quilt every day."

"You will always remember my birthday and prepare a birthday present for me yourself?"

"Yes, and it must be able to surprise and satisfy you."

"Oh……"

Ji Zhizhi staggered, walked over, hugged him very obediently, pressed his small head against his chest, and sniffed lightly.

Tears suddenly fell violently.

Not his smell, not his body temperature.

(End of this chapter)