New marriage no regrets: old husband young wife

It's just that the pursuers are too excellent, which also kills their glass hearts, okay.

Xue miyue still didn't know what kind of campus storm she had caused. When Chu Jing sent her to the elevator, she looked at him and suddenly said, "I thought you were going to be angry with me all your life."

Chu Jingyang's hand was so stiff in mid air that she could really pick up old accounts. He wouldn't have come if he hadn't listened to Vatican Shao and asked him to pick her up and send her to the apartment. He lived for Vatican Shao's gossip and died to pass on Vatican Shao's gossip!

So he held his mouth and Chu Jing replied gracefully: "am I the kind of stingy person? Remember to get along well with us Fanshao. He has never brought a woman back to his private territory, only you! Take a good grasp of the world between them. Remember to be more considerate to him. What he needs is warmth. Over time, steel can become soft around his fingers..."

Xue miyue interrupted with a sentence: "don't be jealous. He and I are pure." then he solemnly closed the elevator. Chu Jing's elegant smile stiffened on his face. Then, a mouthful of fishy sweetness poured into his throat. He turned and tasted the taste. It was really sweet.

Xue miyue teased Chu Jing and became inexplicably happy. When she returned to Luo zunfan's apartment, she took the initiative to wash her clothes and the dirty clothes he put on the sofa. Of course, she used a washing machine, and she just divided some categories.

Then he took out the dishes he bought yesterday and started dinner. When Luo zunfan came back at seven o'clock, he smelled a strong smell of rice and home.

When he went upstairs and changed his clothes, Luo zunfan found that she had washed all her clothes, including her own, and hung a full life balcony. Men's and women's clothes are hanging together irregularly. In addition to his usual gray, white and black, he has color. Looking at it, he doesn't think he has a wrong eye.

"Are you back? Wash your hands and eat."

Behind him came the girl's voice. His back leaning on the balcony of life was slightly stiff. He looked back at her. The 19-year-old girl was wearing the cartoon doll apron she bought in the supermarket yesterday. She was wearing home clothes. She was lowering her head and putting chopsticks and spoons. Her long hair was gently tied behind her head, and the soft halo hit her white neck and ears, reflecting her rare tenderness.

Luo zunfan went over and came to Xue miyue. She looked up at him with doubts in her eyes, and he just stretched out his hand and hugged her without saying a word.

"Don't move." she struggled reflexively, so she had to use his tighter arms. Xue miyue was carrying an agitated heartbeat. Strangely, she didn't move. Just, the heartbeat close to her ear really couldn't tell whether it was her own or Luo zunfan's.

"Why did you suddenly hold me..." she felt a little embarrassed, so she was stuffy in the man's arms and said something.

Luo zunfan smelled the faint smell of her body, including the smell of food and shampoo. It was very comfortable, because this was the taste of home he had been looking forward to.

"Thank you," he said, from the bottom of his heart.

Xue miyue bit her lower lip gently, as if she knew what he was thanking, so she didn't want to push him away anymore. She just felt that he was also a poor man.

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In the twinkling of an eye, it was Friday. Xue miyue was going to practice Chinese martial arts in the guild hall after school. Qiao Nan was the one who picked her up, and her own bodyguard was on holiday.