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She has a lot to worry about!

I didn't make it clear about my own affairs. I was very concerned about her sister's affairs. In that sentence, the two sisters made people a little jealous, and I didn't see her worry about him!

He glanced at her discontentedly. Chi he was just thinking about it in his heart. His last expression was helpless and speechless. He also tilted his mouth with a little appreciation, humming and throwing down a sentence:

"Well, if you need me, just speak!"

All right, my sister, he can't bear it!

Looking at his awkward and almsgiving expression, Jiang Nianhua's clear eyes blinked again, tilted his head, glanced at him, and quickly pecked at the corner of his lips:

"Thank you, husband."

The remaining light from the corner of his eye swept over his wrist. Jiang Nianhua said almost without thinking: "it's too late. I really have to go in. If it's too late, I'll wake up the whole family! Drive slowly at night and pay attention to safety! "

He told Jiang Nianhua to turn around and push the door. Immersed in the word "husband" she blurted out, Chi he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly felt an unspeakable strange feeling at the bottom of his heart. There was a surprise and seemed to be excited. It was as if he really experienced that they were a family at this moment. Reflexively, he had held her little hand.

"What else?"

As soon as Jiang Nianhua looked back, the back of his head was suddenly held. The next second, another hot kiss came, and the temperature in the car just dropped suddenly lit up again.

After all, they often do things. Although they change places and can't be too casual, the intimacy and blending between lovers are still there. Therefore, they are tired of each other for a while, and it's hard to give up for a long time.

Finally, before the gun went off, Jiang Nianhua quickly pushed someone away and gave him a hard twist on his thigh: "all right! I'll be angry again! "

As soon as the star's eyes stared, Jiang Nianhua also stood up and took a bit of momentum: "I don't mind if you go back to take a cold bath. This is your punishment!"

When she remembered something, she reached out and warned him, "I'll check the post at any time. Catch it again. You don't want to touch my finger in your life, hum!"

Before she could take back her fingers, she was suddenly held in her mouth. Her heart trembled and rubbed back. Jiang Nianhua's face turned red and looked like a deflated ball:

"What are you doing?"

"Hehe, is that so?"

Don't know you're a paper tiger and dare to threaten people? It's just a poke!

After laughing, Chi he didn't dare to tease her anymore. Facing her sparkling eyes, he said seriously: "I just want you! Every year my finger is more fragrant than the women outside! "

The eyes were intertwined with each other with deep emotion. The two fingers were tightly linked, and they both increased their strength. Then they looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

Then, Jiang Nianhua pushed the door out of the car, waved to the car, turned back and trotted into the door with his skirt.

Seeing her shadow disappear in the field of vision all the way, Chi he's line of sight fell back to his palm with residual heat and fragrance. He looked thoughtful. A moment later, he also drove away, as if another century had passed. A black car hidden in the dark dozens of meters behind him lit up its lights, and turned around in the opposite direction at a fork in the road——

……

As soon as Jiang Nianhua entered the door, he bumped into his mother who came out in clothes. Mother Jiang glanced at her with disgust. Only then did she hate iron but not steel: "did your son-in-law send you back? They're all at the door. Why don't you let people in? "

This silly child has a long brain. He doesn't go home in the middle of the night and doesn't know how to let people in. He's worried to death!

After sticking out his tongue, Jiang Nianhua came forward and took his mother's arm:

"Mom, he has something to do! I said we were really fine and didn't quarrel. I was homesick. You didn't believe it when I came back to live for two days. I always thought your daughter lied to you! I didn't tell you that I'll go back when Dad comes back. He knows that he would like to come if he wasn't too busy! "

She pulled her mother's arm coquettishly. Jiang Nianhua leaned close to her ear and whispered, "don't I want our family to talk about their hearts? I didn't call her! "

"Mom, don't worry about it! Is your daughter a willful and ignorant person? "

As soon as Jiang Nianhua's words were spoken, a look of "you know yourself very well" came over and stuck out his tongue reluctantly. Jiang Nianhua directly raised his hand and surrendered:

"OK, OK, can I pack it back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Mom, it's late. Go and have a rest! I'm tired, too. I'm going upstairs! "

Without waiting for Jiang's mother to speak, Jiang Nianhua ran upstairs with his shoes.

Shaking her head, mother Jiang smiled and sighed, and turned back to her room.

……

On the other hand, when I got home, I just turned on the light in the living room. When I raised my eyes, a nude back art style beauty decorative painting suddenly entered the field of vision. Against the dark blue background, there were women's sexy lines, and the white back with flying yellow skirts showed the charm of women's most amorous feelings. This painting was a work of art. Women's appearance was covered by hats, Only a pair of red sexy lips keep up with the lines of the half body. At this time, the sexy radian and posture, the side turning body, the full red lips, and even the suspender skirt feel very much like Jiang Nianhua tonight.

He looked at the scene, shook his hand, and then there was a loud crackling noise. He avoided the closed shoe cabinet, leaned carefully, and smashed all the tables, chairs, stools and vases at hand. When he collapsed on the sofa, the ground was in a mess.

After the noise, there was a dead silence. The room was quiet. Even the sound of breathing and heartbeat became like a drum beating. Once and for a while, he was very upset. He pulled his hair impatiently and kicked it on the tea table. With bursts of stabbing sound of the tea table rubbing the floor, his tall body leaned into the sofa, and his dull eyes turned to the dazzling ceiling:

Why did he touch her? For what? For what?

All this should have been his!

He cherished and cared for her so much that he wanted to save the most beautiful moment until the end, but he didn't let others spoil her! He clearly calculated everything and prepared everything. If it weren't for the damn accident, he would have everything in three months at most. They would be talented and beautiful, and they would be with everyone's envy, everyone's blessing and happiness for a lifetime!

It was all that damn car accident! That damn amnesia!

Since I've been waiting for him so long, why not wait two more years? I didn't find his body. Why don't you wait for him a little longer? Just a little more, it won't be like today!

"Every year..."

I don't know how long he sat on the sofa. His rigorous, slightly ferocious and frightening face gradually returned to his original handsome. He got up and dragged his weak body. He went upstairs with a sinister face and didn't go back to his bedroom. Instead, he turned to the next study and turned on the desk lamp. He didn't stop, but turned to the invisible door on one side, which was connected to a studio.

After closing the door and turning on the lights, the room was full of neat and messy paintings. In addition to the scenery, almost all of them were painted by one person in various styles. He sat in front of the flower rack on one side, picked up the pen, but remained in a daze at the blank cardboard for a long time. Then his eyes began to linger on all kinds of hanging and placed works in the studio:

From the beginning of knowing her, when he was in a good mood and in a bad mood, he would draw a picture for her. Sometimes it was the realism of the characters, sometimes it was like the semi abstract art style hanging in the hall corridor, but the pair hanging in his living room was not his work, but the decorative painting he bought. All his works were in this room.

Not many people know that he can draw, even Jiang Nianhua doesn't know. This is one of his hobbies and a way for him to reduce pressure and temper his patience. He doesn't deliberately hide it from Jiang Nianhua, but wants to surprise her after marriage, because he has seen her all kinds of looks, but he hasn't seen her look sexy or naked, He also imagined painting, but even the most perfect fictional one lacks realism and soul. He is very strict with his own works. He would rather not paint, nor would he paint that kind of tiger head and snake tail painting. It is not her body that will only desecrate her beauty.

He never painted characters, especially women, but after knowing her, he wanted to paint her, every face, every appearance. Sometimes he felt beautiful when she was not around.

He was used to seeing all kinds of faces, but he never met a second woman better than her!

What is Guan Sihui? It's always a high-ranking look, and the expression at the bottom of her eyes is always like looking at a dog with charity. It's really annoying. She thinks she's very beautiful and powerful. Men should supply her and let her drink. However, compared with his years, her appearance alone is not a star and a half, let alone her temperament!

Obviously, he is a frog at the bottom of a well, but he is so conceited. He has no princess life, but he is sick. He has to wash a mountain bamboo and an orange first, and cook a dumpling one by one. It is called such insurance. That face is really disgusting! When there's no money, don't you still chew the steamed bread for a dollar?

The more people touch, climb, roll and fight in society, the more he understands that he can no longer meet a woman like Jiang Nianhua who simply chose him and followed him just because she loved him. She is so delicate and beautiful. She is a young lady who doesn't touch the spring water, A real daughter who hasn't even worked in the kitchen did not hesitate to refuse the pursuit of all rich men. He also washed his hands and made soup himself. He was so hot that he was frightened by a small fire in the kitchen——