Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Although it is a small farewell, they are a little dull compared with other lovers.

Seeing that he was pale and tired, anjingxing couldn't bear to toss him any more. He carefully covered the quilt for him and lay beside him, quietly accompanying him as usual. The two hugged each other and slept.

She never said that, in fact, she doesn't sleep well these days. When you are used to sleeping in the same bed with a person, when you become a person again, you will find that the size of the bed is terrible.

She didn't know if Tang qianrong, who left, felt the same way, but she did.

Tang qianrong's mind has been echoing the last two words of Howard. To tell the truth, he doesn't want to lose his good friend and brother. His friendship for so many years is not false.

But Howard seemed to be serious about an Jingxing, which was the worst scene he could think of.

Not to mention whether he believed in an Jingxing or not, in fact, what he really didn't believe was himself. Everything he had done to an Jingxing was enough to be hated to the bone.

An Jingxing's expression of crying on that day was always in his mind. He would often touch the scar on his wrist. It was not because of the pain and the two bad fingers, but every time it would remind him of how deeply he had hurt her.

He took all this for granted, even far from enough.

He never expected that when an Jingxing knew all this, he could open his heart to himself and accept himself. All this happiness came so fast that he was full of anxiety about the future.

An Jingxing seemed to fall asleep beside him. His long breath was close to him. He could almost feel her rhythmic ups and downs, one after another.

He couldn't help sighing. He was tired and kept burning the midnight oil for two consecutive days, just to come back and see her earlier, but why can't he relax at all now?

Reaching out to caress an Jingxing's cheek, Tang qianrong's angular side face looked a little pale in the moonlight. He sighed, and his low voice seemed to hide in the middle of the night, shallow and slow.

"An Jingxing, can you really forgive me?"

*

When an Jingxing woke up the next day, Tang qianrong was no longer with her. Although he knew that the man's business was very busy, he just came back last night and left so early today.

This makes Anjing feel a little lost.

It was a little more than a week before they were scheduled to return to Bicheng to visit their mother's grave. An Jingxing decided to arrange Elizabeth's work during this period.

However, just after breakfast at Anjing bank, before going out, the phone suddenly rang.

Anjing glanced at the company's phone number on the screen and frowned. What's the name of LRIs office?

She only answered this number once. What will LRIs do to find herself?

In a strange mood, Anjing bank pressed the answer button. The next moment, LRIs's unhappy voice came from the other end of the phone: "is Anjing OK?"

An Jingxing was stunned. Although she didn't like LRIs, she had to say that she had learned a lot from working under her, so she responded without emotion.