Imperial husband's endless love

A piece of A4 paper, soon burned to ashes.

Incalculable wealth becomes a pile of ashes in an instant.

Xiang Yilun's proud expression didn't last long, because he didn't see Lin manyue's adoration or approval reply, so his pride was a little stiff.

Lin manyue asked, "no more?"

"No more."

Anything else, it's all burnt to ashes.

"A project that has been studied for more than ten years must be as thick as a dictionary to write out all the key points in words. Just a piece of paper. You think I'm Sheng Baobao. You can listen to everything you say

This question is of great standard.

The boastful professor has boasted that the amnesia surgery project is almost a Nobel Prize. It's too perfunctory to record it on A4 paper.

Xiang Yilun said with a smile: "maybe I didn't make it clear. This is not the only record of amnesia surgery. It's a lot. And this one is the most important one. Without this one, the many records left behind are useless. "

Sheng hanxuan is not the only man in the world who is principled.

Xiang Yilun wants to express this point of view, abnormal amnesia surgery, he will not regard this project as a cash cow, he is an uncle who can be liked and respected.

Lin manyue goes to Sheng hanxuan and sits down.

Tone, or so casual.

"Burn the paper, who knows if you have a backup photo?"

Wrong!

Great injustice!

Xiang Yilun zhengse said: "your uncle will always be your uncle and will not do what your grandson does."

When Lin Man Yue looks at him, he will talk, and he will have a position.

Hearing the footsteps on the stairs, Sheng hanxuan gives Xiang Yilun a look in his eyes. He can't say any more.

Sure enough, Song Zi came down with Sheng Baobao in her arms.

Count up is uncle and grandfather, Xiang Yilun skillfully take over Sheng Baobao, is coax and tease.

It's not strange at all. It's like a father.

Fortunately, the baby girl, who did not know her origin, is now a baby girl. She has the father's experience from taking care of her daughter.

Hold for less than two minutes, Sheng hanxuan snatched his son.

"In other words, Sheng baobab is no worse than his father when he grows up. Is the name Sheng baobab against the rules?"

Song Zi then Xiang Yilun said, "it's very good, baby, baby of Sheng family."

It's not the meaning of asking, it's the name. It's far more than a code name.

Xiang Yilun looks at Lin manyue, and Lin manyue says sadly, "Sheng chooses the best. Grandma gives it to him."

Ms. Jiang Chunjiang, who has died for a long time, is also a cultural person.

She gave all the names of the descendants of the Sheng family, from Sheng Qitai to Sheng Zeyou.

Before the tears flow out, Song Zi raises her hand and wipes her eyes. She tells the origin of Sheng's family name again. Finally, her voice chokes.

Xiang Yilun was silent. He didn't know the old lady was so cultured. Referring to the nickname "little wheel" given to him by the old lady, how can it be associated with cultural people

Sheng hanxuan takes a glance at Song Zi, who is still wiping tears. He blinks his eyes hard, blinks the rest of his eyes and stops crying.

Xiang Yilun didn't stay long, so he went back.

A little insight, the Sheng family of two women said quickly cry, do not go, Sheng hanxuan will have to drive people.

Before going to bed, Lin manyue wipes Sheng hanxuan's hair. Recently, he hasn't noticed that his hair is a little long.

Sheng Baobao is sleeping with Song Zi. There are only two of them in the room. They don't have to avoid talking, and they don't have to deliberately lower the volume.

"How did you deal with those bags of amnesia medicine?"

Casually, I found so many bags of amnesia medicine from the professor's suitcase at that time. Taking one medicine can control it for so long.

Sheng hanxuan leaned back on her and said quietly, "it hasn't been dealt with yet."

I mean, I still have the amnesia.

Why do you keep it?

I didn't ask.

He always has his purpose.

Patted him on the shoulder, "sit down, it's time to cut your hair."

From the cupboard under the dressing table, he took out a whole set of hair cutting tools and found a long dry towel around his neck.In front is the make-up mirror, Sheng hanxuan's upper body is photographed inside.

After returning from Xiang's home, Lin manyue even took care of the job of cutting Sheng hanxuan's hair.

Bought some mold wigs, practiced a little haircut technology.

Of course, it's not as good as the hairdresser in the barber shop. She doesn't need to show off her skills. She just needs to cut his hair.

The end of the hair was cut off by sharp scissors and fell on the towel.

Cut carefully, for fear of a scissors down to him to cut bald.

Finally completed, the hairstyle is not changed, just on the basis of the previous short so lost, do not seriously see completely can not see.

The scissors were all taken back into the cupboard, the towel on his neck was removed, and the short broken hair on his neck was wiped off with a soft velvet towel.

I finished the haircut carefully.

Smelly. I touched him on the head.

"Perfect."

He took his hand down and gave it a kiss in front of his mouth.

Lin manyue grins and puts the other one into his mouth. She frowns in the mirror.

He kissed her hand again, then put her hands together and gave her a kiss.

It's worth it!

I don't dislike her as an amateur barber. It's really worth it in return.

Bend over and kiss him on the head.

Because of her height, she can't touch his head, let alone kiss his head.

At this time, he sat in the right place.

When he was ready to straighten up, he stretched his hands back and trapped her legs.

"Well?" Before she asked, she was recited by him.

Naturally tacit understanding is full, knee bends to cooperate with him, the hand that embraces his neck also puts to both sides to put on his shoulder.

On his back, instead of going to bed, he went to the window.

The light is shining on the Shengjia garden, and the flowers and trees are not resting yet, dressing up the landscape of the garden.

With her head resting on his shoulder, Lin Man Yue looked down.

In fact, it's especially suitable for picnics, night tours and so on. Three or five friends get together to wash meat and wine. It's a beautiful scene.

If you think about it, the big guy, who makes his home like an amusement park, with fumes everywhere and garbage everywhere, will let anyone try what is called the Revenge of the rich.

The scenery outside the window is nothing new.

Lin manyue is looking for a topic. Sheng hanxuan says, "there's something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"Our second child, song."

Then he turned his head to face her.

Lin Man Yue brows a tight, "surname song?" She didn't hear it as a messenger. She just didn't know why the Song family name suddenly changed?