My Husband Is Gay

Yuan Lang and Yuan Lang finally made clear the reason for their discomfiture, but they had to face a more realistic problem. However, this problem was not something that needed to be thought about. It was just a small difficulty in time arrangement.

The center of the question is, of course, whether to save Qin Luo, and the answer can only be to save. Song Anxi's idea is that it's better to start now, so as not to have any changes or irreparable things in the future.

But yuan Lang said, "if something happened to you, how can I save it?" The words back to all the language.

Song Anxi could only accept yuan Lang's proposal that he should start at least three days later.

Although in her opinion, there is not much difference between three days and now.

"There's a difference, of course. I'm going to prepare for our wedding."

From Song Anxi's mouth, he learned the word wedding, a new word imported from the earth. Yuan Lang talked about it almost every day. Every few minutes, he talked about it in more and more detail.

Yuan Lang is not joking. He really wants to give song Anxi a special and beautiful wedding.

Song Anxi is a mixed surprise.

She thought that when two people were still experimenting at this stage, the highest degree was just a kiss. How could they suddenly advance to the stage of wedding?

Is it too fast to enter the country.

Yuan Lang, however, was eloquent in saying that life is an experimental stage. Instead of wasting too much time to think clearly about a lot of things, it is better to make a decision at the beginning of a heartbeat. After all, not everyone has enough time to wait for the best result.

Hearing yuan Lang's words like this, song Anxi couldn't tell whether he was more happy or upset.

She always felt that everything was too hasty. What yuan Lang is doing now is really a bit like organizing a final Carnival Party before the end of the day. The protagonist is the two of them.

What can make yuan Lang can't afford to wait?

She thought nervously. Her head was aching, but she still had no clue.

Yuan Lang is too elusive for her. This man always looks at you when he first meets him. Even if he is lying to you, he will not let you find that his expression is deceiving you. In other words, even if he is really preparing for the wedding of the end of the world, he will try his best to make you think that this is the beginning of the best love and the beginning of the most beautiful scene.

Baiyu bunting takes Qin Luo to live in yuanjiapu. I don't know what yuan Lang said to Baiyu bunting. Anyway, he has not appeared again. When he first came to yuanjiapu, he saw the angry and hatred expression after Song Anxi. At the most, it is a cold look at her, like a stranger.

He has more dignity than her, even if he wants to beg for something, he will always stand on the position of superior.

Song Anxi suddenly felt that she had changed a lot. If it's the first time that I came across him, I would tell him that you don't respect me enough. Why should I fight half my life to save your sweetheart?

But now, she will only meet with the white feather bunting, light smile, even if be returned to the cold eyes, but also as not see, continue to live their own small days.

What changed you?

Yuan Lang, or these two different travel?

There should be all of them. After all, every time I pass through, I'm just as destined to meet yuan lang. finally, I always get entangled.

"What do you think?" Yuan Lang patted her head, gentle action with the taste of doting.

Song Anxi blushed slightly.

"I was thinking, fortunately, I met you, I will become this way."

"What does it look like?" Yuan Lang asked with a smile.

Song Anxi sees the intentional element in someone's smile. This guy is trying to see her little joke.

Song Anxi is not fooled, boasting that there is nothing wrong, anyway, this is her style.

"Become less critical of others, can be considerate of others, understand others. Although he was not kind enough -- "

he wanted to cover his face with gold, but he was interrupted by Yuan Lang.

"Nonsense again."

"Where is the nonsense?" Song Anxi is a little unhappy. She boasts that she is wrong?

"You are very kind."

Yuan Lang's words made song Anxi's ears warm. The degree of red face boasted by Yuan Lang will never be better than that said by Yuan Lang, because the former has narcissistic elements, and the possibility of reality is low; the latter is genuine and sincere praise. Listen, you will not blush.

"I was wrong, actually." Yuan Lang smiles and says in a soft voice, "kindness can be divided into many kinds. You may never become the kind of bad people who show kindness to everyone, but your kindness is better than any kind of sympathy and pity that does not divide the enemy and the enemy. I prefer you, love what you love, hate what you hate, and don't force yourself to cater to others at will. Live your own life. "Song Anxi wanted to laugh a little, "what kind of goodness is this?"

Yuan Lang said seriously: "of course. Such kindness is called moderation. People's love is limited, I am very selfish, I do not want you to give your love to too many people. To me, that's the real goodness. "

During the chat, song Anxi has nothing to answer. Sometimes yuan Lang is very quiet and steady. He doesn't talk much. He does everything in an orderly way. However, once he wants to speak, he will make the obedient blush.

This is a guy who can completely move her heart just by language.

But is language omnipotent?

Song Anxi tilted her head and looked at Yuan Lang, who was writing down the names of the people to be invited to the wedding ceremony tomorrow.

God knows why yuan Lang would want to invite those who have nothing to do with their marriage. Even though Yan Shaoan, Ji qianze, Wang Liang, Qin Wanli and others are all known to them, it seems unnecessary to invite them. Otherwise, it is estimated to be an experience of verbal criticism.

"How could they do this to you? You didn't do anything wrong."

When she raised her concerns at the beginning, Yuan Lang answered her with an expression of concentration as usual.

It was really hard for her to say anything to refute yuan Lang's firm consolation at that time. However, she was extremely bitter in her heart. She did leave a very bad impression on Qin Luo when she was in China. She is a person with a little conscience. I don't expect to give her sincere blessing to her wedding.

However, she was quite surprised that Yuan Lang could not remember what he had done when he was attached.

So, can't all the possessed people remember what happened when they were possessed?

It's strange.

"Finished!" Yuan Lang, like a child, said happily.

Song Anxi looked at the man with ink on his face and laughed.

"We will get married tomorrow, and then the night will be the wedding night, and then we will have children, and then..."

Listening to Yuan Lang's excited voice about the future he was looking forward to, song Anxi's uneasiness widened.

"Yuan Lang...." She whispered the man's name.

"What?" Yuan Lang looked at her with flying joy in his eyes.

“…… You look good. " I changed my words temporarily. I wanted to ask such a stupid question as "how long will you stay with me?" but I changed my words.

Some things are better not to be so clear.

The third day is the wedding day. It should be four or five o'clock in the morning to get up to make up for preparation, but song Anxi was sober at about three o'clock.

She woke up with a cough.

First it's a little difficult to breathe, then I feel a little itchy on my chest, then my throat is itching, and then I have a cough.

She had covered her mouth before she coughed for the first time. I buried myself in the bed and didn't want to be heard by the night watchmen outside.

Cough is very sad.

The chest pain was like being pulled back and forth with a knife, or a saw. It was not a sharp pain. It could only be endured again and again, but could not make a sound. For fear of being heard, he called Yuan Lang, who was sleeping in the wing room because he should not meet on the eve of the wedding, and worried about her when he saw his appearance.

In fact, she had already realized herself a few days ago.

On that day, she and Yuan Lang argued about whether to rescue Qin Luo immediately. Yuan Lang himself said that she was not good enough and that her normal life would be affected. She understood the subtext that Yuan Lang did not say, or the truth that he thought he had successfully concealed -

she may not live long.

To tell you the truth, she never thought that she could only live to this age on this journey. She always felt that, like the first crossing, she would at least have a beautiful vision of immortality. She had been living all the time, accompanying yuan Lang to the end of the earth.

It seems that I'm daydreaming again.

Yuan Lang was probably thinking about getting married as soon as possible, and then having a close relationship with her skin as soon as possible, so that she could be reborn and have excellent physique as soon as possible. However, he ignored that the more urgent some things were, the more hopeless they seemed.

Several times she wanted to ask yuan Lang whether she was too late to marry him, go to bed, spend the wedding night together, and then greet the most special morning.

Fortunately, I didn't ask.

She does not have such a strong psychological capacity, can not cover her ears, listen to the most cruel answer.

She would rather pretend that she didn't know anything and accompany yuan Lang happily, longingly and expectantly.

Perhaps, all these visions and expectations for the future were just what yuan Lang wanted to make her happy in the last days, so he accompanied her and tried hard to show her.

Maybe it's a fake.The cough became more and more severe, and I couldn't breathe. I hunched my back and curled up. My whole body was convulsed, and my limbs hurt.

The hand that silk silk covers lip is wetted by something.

Song Anxi didn't go to see what it was. There was no need to see it. She had already smelled the strong smell of blood.

The heart is throbbing. Coughing liquid splashed out, splashed on the bed, covered. Song Anxi gasped hard, lifted the quilt cover, and let the fresh air supplement the inner breath which had been replaced by the bloody smell.

Is that how you die? When Yuan Lang, who was waiting to meet the bride in the morning, was informed by his servants and rushed to see her body, which was already cold through, what kind of expression should he have?

She couldn't imagine. She couldn't imagine.

The cough gradually subsided, and she felt as if her strength had been drained from her whole body. Even if she only covered her mouth, she couldn't do it.

Someone seems to be pushing the door open vigorously, because the sound of pushing the door has covered her cough.

Someone ran over and picked her up. She was nervous and said something. Her expression was very anxious.

She tried to see the face clearly. It was just a vague shadow.

But we can still confirm that it is yuan Lang. Anxious, flustered and at a loss, Yuan Lang has an expression that makes her feel sad.

“…… You're not going to die. "

Song Anxi wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she was blocked by the blood splashing out.

"I won't let you die."

There is something calming in Yuan Lang's voice. Song Anxi thought, closing his mouth, trying to make himself look less embarrassed.

I hope to leave a good impression on Yuan Lang when he is dying.

"If you die, I will go to you." Yuan Lang said threatening words with a choking voice.

It sounds beautiful.

Song Anxi is a little bit Tao Tao Ran, eyelids more and more heavy, want to sleep, but reluctant to go on like this. I knew vaguely that once I closed my eyes, I would never hear yuan Lang's voice.

"You are a fool..."

Yuan Lang said in a low voice, as if mumbling in her ear. Something wet fell on his face, but there was no cold feeling in the wet place, only felt very warm, very warm.

“…… I'm not stupid. "

Trying to say, want to laugh, squeeze out of the expression, but self feeling should be more like crying, because she saw her reflection in Yuan Lang's eyes, tearful eyes, very ugly.

Before falling into complete darkness, she finally took a look at Yuan Lang and wondered whether there would be hope if she begged granny Meng not to drink soup for herself.

After all, no matter what, she didn't want to forget yuan Lang. Not at all.

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