Celebrated Family's Grand Marriage

If he didn't know that the woman wanted to stay away from him, he would have doubted whether the secret service minister had installed a tracker on him again, where he was, where she was.

It was a long time before he regained consciousness and frowned at the instant shock in his mind.

He picked up his steps and walked slowly towards song Anning.

Song Anning stares at the sky for a long time. When she hears the footsteps coming close behind her, she comes back to her senses.

Thinking that the little couple after her wanted her seat, she didn't intend to monopolize it, so she got up afterwards.

He patted the fallen leaves and turned around.

At the sight of that tall figure, shrouded in the night, the rigid lines of her face, without much relaxation, looked at her without saying a word.

"Night light...."

She put her fingertips on her side, shaking a little.

The fundus of one acid, originally thought that will not shed tears in the eyes, at this time the lacrimal gland is out of control.

She looked at night Ming, and kept tears, drop by drop, such as dropped beads, rolled down from her eyes.

She thought that this birthday, in the end, is a pity, but did not expect, night Ming unexpectedly came, he still remember her birthday, remember at that time promised her words.

The mountain wind, soon blew away her tears, face, ice cold.

The more he looked at night Ming's dark eyes, the more turbulent song Anning's heart was rolling.

The more I feel I'm sorry for Ye Ming and let him down.

She is not qualified to get night Ming's desperate love.

Her eyes, sadness and guilt coexist, covered by the constant tears.

They stood face to face without saying a word for a long time. Yeming suddenly took a big step forward, clasped his palm, bent down and kissed song Anning's trembling lips.

Song Anning did not push him away, nor did he take the initiative to cater to him. He just stood in his place and allowed Yeming to bite her lips wantonly.

Both of them had a hard time. Only they could feel the pain of being trapped in the abyss.

Night Ming kisses her for a long time, each time tells himself to let go of her immediately, but is reluctant to give up, his restraint is always zero in front of her.

Finally, he stopped the kiss, but did not release song Anning.

Lips, close to her lips, gently rub, fingers, gently through her soft short hair, buckle on the back of her head.

"Didn't expect me to come here?"

Night Ming's voice, close to her lips, came out from the lip seam, with a trace of hoarseness, opened his mouth to ask.

Song Anning in front of him, gently nodded, hanging still stained with water mist eyelashes, low voice way: "how did you also come?"

Night Ming did not speak, just breath, increased a few points.

Song Anning did not expect him to answer her. The relationship between the two at this time is very strange.

She is a little embarrassed, do not know how to face this moment of night.

In fact, her heart is very grateful to him, in her birthday is about to pass, appear here.

Even if two people can't see the stars together, there is no regret for her birthday.

Under the pressure of just out of control, she regained her cool appearance, reached out and rubbed her arms, and said, "it's a little cold here. I'll go first. Goodbye."

She waved to him politely but distantly, but still did not dare to stay with him for a while.

The feeling of indulging made her afraid to do nothing.

Around the night Ming side ready to leave, wrist, but night ming to buckle.

She was shocked for a while, looked up to night Ming, saw that he just moved thin lips, with a low voice, mouth way: "come here."

The backhand wrapped her cold hand in the palm and took her back to the big stone and sat down.

Song Anning looks at his calm face, because the light is not good, she can't see his delicate expression.

"Look a little longer."

The night light opened his mouth in a low voice, dumb and deep.

A force in his hand, song Anning was taken to the seat beside him and sat down.

He untied his windbreaker and wrapped her whole body in it. His body temperature instantly penetrated song Anning's skin and warmed every cell in her body.

Song Anning subconsciously retreated and was dragged back by him.

"Is it still cold?"

Night Ming's low voice sounded above her head, but his sight did not look at her, but at the darkness in the distance.

Song Anning slightly resisted the action. When he heard the deep question of night Ming, he stopped, and his heart was soured.

"It's not cold."

She in his arms, low should a, body is always stiff, in their own ability, with night Ming against a few centimeters can be ignored.Nose sour, in the face of night Ming, she will always appear particularly weak.

Night Ming's hand, wrapped in her waist, felt that there was no flesh feeling on the waist and abdomen, and frowned, "is the food of your National Security Bureau so bad?"

Song Anning is stupefied for a moment. She doesn't understand how night Ming comes up with this sentence out of incoherence. She looks up at him bewildered.

"Why don't you have any meat?"

Song Anning was originally in front of night Ming is very fragile heart, because night Ming this with a bit of heartache, eyes hot again.

Fortunately, the light here is not good, night Ming can not see her eyes floating water mist.

"Oh Maybe I've been too busy recently. "

She spoke calmly and would not tell Yeming that she would stay up until dawn or go to sleep with the aid of sleeping pills.

High intensity secret service work, the consumption of her body a little bit of physical strength, just to force themselves to give up the feelings for him.

She felt the strength of her hands around her waist. She even heard night Ming's aggravating breath, which seemed to be very angry.

"Isn't your secret service keeping an eye on me? I have so much work for you to do? "

Night Ming's angry voice, with a bit of irony, came from Song Anning's head.

Song Anning in his arms, a faint smile, two people stalemate atmosphere, ease some.

"Do you think our secret service is staring at you as a terrorist?"

"If you have so much to do, why do you have to stare at me?"

Night Ming's tone, a little more angry, but also a little helpless.

"Maybe you can't handle me. It's easier to deal with you?"

Song Anning joked that she had forgotten the small distance that she had opened with Yeming. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and encircled Yeming's waist.

Aware of her small movements, night Ming's body, stiff, and the tight lines on his face, but inadvertently, softened a lot.

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