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Thin lips kiss her ears, clearly feel that the people in her arms tremble. Mu Yanchen tightens her delicate body in her arms. The hot kiss is deeply imprinted on her body, just like lighting a bunch of banging open fireworks. The hot breath mingles with each other. The hot kisses in the ear, jaw and neck are all over the world. Lanxi gasps and looks up, trembling to accept this grand and incisive scene Love, tears dripping in the hair, into the heart.

I don't know when to kiss him back. She tightly clings to his neck and melts herself into his hot breath. Mu Yanchen's breathing becomes more and more heavy, and the strength of rubbing her back is painful. However, she is very happy, and the numbness of the root of her tongue comes, as if to mix each other's breath into each other's body.

He loved her to the bone.

She was pregnant with their child at the moment.

"Will you marry me?" Mu Yan Chen heavily kisses her lip, panting for a dumb voice to ask.

Lanxi opened her tears wet eyelashes. In the light of the cold frost, the only thing she could see was her broad shoulders tightly clinging to her at the moment. The sky covered her eyes in general, and her solid arms supported her waist and back.

She choked and speechless, but her lips suddenly hurt. He bit her fiercely, but let her clearly feel a string of threatening crispy hemp spread all over her body! He clasped his fingers in the back of her head, entangled with her lips, and asked again Will you marry me? "

Lan Xi nodded and felt that the warmth in her eyes was about to melt her.

Mu Yanchen stiff for a moment, suddenly become gentle, gently kiss her lips carefully, describe the shape of her lip line, hoarse voice low mouth: "speak."

That voice, soft as if afraid to frighten her, afraid to miss this second carelessly, afraid to break her carelessly.

"Lan Xi, speak." His arms trembled as he hugged her.

Lan Xi clings to his shoulder and leans up. His teeth bit his lip gently and says in a low voice and clearly, "Mu Yanchen, I am willing to marry you."

The next second, she lost her breath.

Waist is like a huge steel bar, toward his wyrile, her lips pressed to take away the strength of her breath, violent rub between the lips are worn some, light bloody smell filled in the sudden frenzied excitement of the kiss, forcing her eyes hot tears again.

I don't know whether it's because I feel uncomfortable, or because I have no place to vent my love and pain in my chest.

How long have they been waiting

I can't remember how long it has been

The persistent excitement and excitement are boiling in my heart for a whole night, and the hardships and bitterness along the way are melted by the boiling passion at the moment. Even the language is redundant. They kiss each other like biting, and they can't feel the difference between love and pain. Just thinking that such joy and satisfaction can last for a lifetime, I think it's worth it anyway.

***

the streamlined black cars were speeding along the road.

Most of the time was silent for more than three hours, until mu Yanchen answered a phone call, such as from Lanxi. She and Ji Yao tried the wedding dress in the dress shop. They had different opinions and argued. Lan Xi simply called to ask him which suit he preferred. Mu Yanchen had a calm tone, but he had a firm plan in mind, but he said that he would like it.

In the rearview mirror, his clear and meaningful eyebrows are scattered, and the soft smell disperses in the car.

The people in the back seat were staring at her, looking at the loss and gain.

How long has she not seen his expression like this? In the past, when he was a child, his expression was rich, like ordinary children, he would cry, laugh and make noise. As for when he became quiet and did not like to talk, and even his emotions were not exposed, she felt that this child was becoming more and more strange to herself.

Is this her child?

He is so big, his career is full of wind and water, everything is planned, he is going to get married, as a mother, she is not qualified to attend his wedding.

Mo Ruqing tears wet eyes, sitting quietly in the car, suddenly can't remember how he spent these years.

Hang up the phone, mu Yanchen also noticed a trace of strange, a look in the rearview mirror.

"Did I drive fast? Are you carsick? " He asked, seeing that she looked so bad.

Mo Ruqing quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "no, I don't feel carsick, and you drive quite steadily."

Mu Yanchen didn't open his eyes and said: "you can't take all your things at one time. You only have the necessary supplies and winter clothes. If you need anything after the Spring Festival, you can call me again. If I'm still there - if I want to go back to a city next year, I'll tell you in advance. You can contact uncle Liu later."

This sounds like saying goodbye to her.

Mo Ruqing's heart ached with constriction.

"Don't you come back for the Spring Festival?" She pressed the choking in her voice and expected to ask.

A strange light flashed in Mu Yanchen's eyes: "this year's new year's Eve coincides with Lanxi's birthday. She hasn't had a good birthday for many years. This year, we'll supply her with a gift. I'll see what she wants to dobirthday.

When she mentioned this day, moruqing felt cold in her heart. She lowered her head and remembered that kidnapping she had arranged five years ago was almost strong. She ran out and disappeared for a night. She didn't care if she was dead or alive.

Now, the retribution is here.

When the whole country celebrates the reunion of all the families, she should be alone and alone to taste what the bad results she planted in that year.

There is no language all the way.

When he got off, Mo Ruqing saw snow falling on his shoulder. He was stunned. He went up consciously to help him beat the snow off. When he patted him twice, moyanchen was stiff and looked up, and looked at her with strange eyes.

Mo Ruqing, with a white face, took back his hand.

This kind of mother to son most natural action, in her did actually so embarrassed, obviously he also felt that.

Moyanchen only felt a bit stuffy in his chest.

Take out the luggage in the trunk, cover the back cover and go up, and ignore her.

"Yan Chen, you don't sit here for a while?" Seeing him greeting the old man, he was leaving. Mo Ruqing asked bitterly.

"I have something else," he explained, looking at her, "what else do you have to explain?"

If you don't say it again, there will be no chance.

Mo Ruqing held up tears in his eyes and said softly, "Yanchen, I know you will feel uncomfortable just to me now. I know you hate me, more disgusted than you were when you just returned home..."

"I am not disgusted," he interrupted her, and in his deep eyes there was a calm and sad mood. "I was just disappointed, and then I was disappointed. After all, I would not hope any more."

Why didn't he ever pray?

If not, he would not give up his foreign struggle for so many years to return home, according to her will to complete what she wants him to do, just hope to feel like others what the "mother" can give love is what taste.

But not. It's never been.

Mo Ruqing was so sour that he choked and clenched her dress corner and continued to say, "I went to say goodbye to the wife of Qin family the other two days ago. She talked to me about her son in high school, saying that he would cause more trouble and worry, saying that she was angry with her rebellious son every day to eat food Yan Chen, I thought about the time when you went to school, but I found that my memory was blank, including how you grew up alone, I can't remember it, I...... "

She choked and continued, "I am not a good mother. I have nothing to give you except for your life. Even if you were born without a father or a family, you would not hate me, even I would not believe it..."

"Yan Chen, mom, I'm sorry for you."

Moyan Chen thin lips into a line, quietly listen to her talk, the astringent heart gradually congealed.

He remembered that he really hated her for many years, and later found that hate can only make him more painful, so he began to luxury to hope that one day she could wake up and look at himself more, even if he said sorry, he would not care about it.

He didn't expect to come after all those years.

Now I really hear it. I can't describe it in words. Words can't be sentences. Words can't be spoken.

Like a long life, he looked down and said, "take good care of yourself."

His hand was inserted into his pants pocket. He turned quietly, and the figure walked out, opened the door and disappeared into the bright snow outside.

……

The sky is cold and cold.

Moyanchen's mood all the way is rolling, but the more happy the city area, the more open he suddenly thought of his wedding since so long ago, thinking about everything coming, the haze of his heart slowly swept away.

The people he loves are still waiting for him.

A phone call asked about the time when the goods were airlifted. Moyanchen stopped the car slowly at the door.

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