My temporary husband, please kiss me slowly

At that time, Mrs. Ding was very young and beautiful.

Some things seem to have happened yesterday, but some people will never come back.

Mother's last words were still in her ears before her death. She didn't care whether he married Chen Xiaoyu. After all, it was his own life.

Whether Chen Xiaoyu is suitable for him may be known only after he is with Chen Xiaoyu.

No one stopped him from marrying Chen Xiaoyu, but he hesitated inexplicably.

Recently, Chen Xiaoyu has been silently with him. When he is most lost, she will always stand where he can see.

She also paid a lot for him, and he deserved her a title.

When Chen Xiaoyu cooked the food and went upstairs, he saw Ding Lun sitting on the sofa in a daze with a group photo in his hand.

She came forward and said softly, "when your aunt dies, you should take care of yourself, although it worries your aunt."

She said, took the group photo of him and Ding's mother and put it back on the bedside table.

"When the food is ready, go downstairs and have dinner first. Put aside anything you can't figure out. Don't worry."

Ding Lun nodded slightly: "let's go and eat."

After taking two steps, he suddenly looked back: "if I said I didn't want to get married again, would you feel wronged?"

Chen Xiaoyu listened to the drum in his heart, but his expression didn't change. He smiled and replied, "you're talking nonsense again. You don't want to remarry. How can you rest assured for your aunt?"

Even if Ding Lun has such a bad idea now, she will let him change his decision.

God is helping her. How could she miss this great opportunity?

Ding Lun was silent.

He remembered what his mother had said on his last deathbed.

A man with such a firm attitude finally softened his heart and let him decide his marriage and life. Now, it is he who has become uncertain.

During the dinner, neither of them spoke and had their own thoughts.

Ding Lun felt too depressed in the house and wanted to leave, but Chen Xiaoyu said it was very quiet here. He might as well stay here all night.

Finally, Chen Xiaoyu persuaded Ding Lun to stay in Ding's house all night.

During this period, Chen Xiaoyu wants to throw himself into Ding Lun's arms and cook cooked rice, but Ding Lun refuses.

In Chen Xiaoyu's opinion, this matter is not trivial. A man who is reluctant to touch her, does his heart lie with other women? Could that woman be Wen Tingting.

It is said that before Ding's mother died, she accepted Wen Tingting as her dry daughter.

This should have been a good thing. She was afraid of too much contact between Wen Tingting and Ding Lun. Now, the situation is not too bad. After the funeral, Wen Tingting never appeared again.

The next day, Zhang Min asked Chen Xiaoyu how he was going.

Chen Xiaoyu told the truth.

After hearing this, Zhang Min sneered, "it seems that Ding Lun has shaken. At this time, you can't wait endlessly. Find a way to take the initiative!"

"Do you have a way?" Chen Xiaoyu dare not hold too much hope.

"There is a way, you just try." Zhang Min whispered to Chen Xiaoyu.

After hearing this, Chen Xiaoyu nodded again and again and thought this method could be tried.

That night, Ding Lun returned to Ding's old house with Chen Xiaoyu by his side. Because I can't get rid of it, I just let it go.

The next day he got up early, less than seven o'clock.

Just downstairs, he saw Chen Xiaoyu busy in the kitchen and occasionally heard her cough.

He fixed his eyes and asked, "have you caught a cold?"