Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

"I don't know who my father is. I can't understand your feelings, but I also know that during the period of my mother's death, I am willing to exchange everything for my mother to survive. In other words, if my mother asked me at that time, I will not refuse. So I can understand how you feel. "

Listening to Tang qianrong talking about the past, an Jingxing couldn't help recalling her mother. Although her mother was suffering from mental illness, she could still feel that her mother actually loved her.

But the mother never expressed that kind of love. Maybe there is some secret in it. Just, even if there is, the secret is deeply buried with her mother's death. She may not know it all her life.

"Maybe, but some people say that children with autism don't have feelings. Maybe at that time, my feeling for my adoptive father was just a habit. Up to now, I can't change those established habits. If I don't do the specified things at a fixed time, I will feel uncomfortable. Autism is a congenital disease, mental and difficult to cure, but my father tried his best to cure me, Even if it's comfort, I hope I'm already a normal person. "

"You are normal and your feelings for your adoptive father are true. Although I don't know you well enough, such a simple thing can still be judged. " An Jingxing's voice was not loud, but there was an unquestionable affirmation, which made Tang qianrong feel slightly warm.

The longer this woman is together, the more she will feel that she is as warm as the sun, so that he can't help but want to get close.

"Thank you, Anjing." A gentle kiss imprinted on her forehead.

The soft touch made her couldn't help but hook her lips, but the smile soon became shallow and finally disappeared: "the first time I saw someone say thank you to the person who broke his hamstring. Tang qianrong, if you really can't move your hands like before, will you blame me? "

Tang qianrong didn't speak, but looked down at an Jingxing's face.

For a long time, his eyes were slightly closed and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "no, I know you didn't mean it, and the situation at that time would have made me angry and want to kill. To tell the truth, you only bit my hand. I'm very glad."

Amused by Tang qianrong's words, but seeing his hand wrapped in thick gauze, an Jingxing's smile became a little ugly: "you don't have to worry about my thoughts, but I did hurt you... You have done so much for me..."

This time, before finishing his words, an Jingxing was gently pressed on his lips by Tang qianrong's left hand. The next moment, the man's voice came from in front of him, as always, with a bit of warmth: "I don't worry about your ideas. I'm telling the truth. Although I already know you very well, I can judge such a simple thing. An Jingxing, I don't blame you. On the contrary, you are willing to accept me, which makes me feel very lucky. "

Tang qianrong used what Anjing bank had just said and refuted her. Anjing bank was blocked and speechless, but she could only accept his statement in the end. However, she was also very clear that if there was something wrong with his finger, she could not escape her inner condemnation.

"If I can, after my hands are ready, I hope I can accompany you back to visit my aunt's grave. After all..."