The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  338, a stolen hug is the best gift

  Under this circumstance, a family reunion is a common occurrence.

  Who has no parents, who has no spouse, and who has no children?

  But such a thing is difficult for Su Jin, because she never knows which pair of parents are. No matter how well the Su family treats her, it will always belong to the Su family, not the family.

  In fact, this is also a difficult task for Jin Hengyuan.

  In his memory, their family rarely sits together and happily eats.

  At this moment, he stood there, watching his sister hand in hand with mother and father hand in hand, walking towards the back of the villa's main house, his heart turned infinitely emotional.

"what happened?"

  Su Jin saw his strangeness and asked softly.

"The most common family reunion has a reunion dinner. I stretched out my finger and couldn't count that ten times. Xiao Su, you don't even know that Dad and Mom have been divorced for 14 years and haven't been together again. Normally, when there is a mother, there will be no father; at a banquet with a father, the mother will definitely avoid it. Unexpectedly, it was made by Jing Huan today."

  Jin Hengyuan sighed softly.

  Su Jin finished listening quietly, and then sighed leisurely. Every family has a hard-to-read scripture...

  It’s as bright as their home, and everything is not as good as it wants.

  God gave them wealth and status, but did not give them the most precious family harmony and love between husband and wife.

  She thought, suddenly holding his hand, gently rubbing and persuading:

  "You should think like this: Compared to me, you are lucky. At least you still have parents to see, and a sister can make trouble for you. Me, I have nothing."

   "You are wrong, you have."

  Jin Hengyuan's eyes flashed.

  Su Jin was startled and then smiled:

   "Yes, I have. Your parents are my parents, and your relatives are my relatives..."

  Speaking like this is only pleasant to the ears.

  In essence, it is always different.

  However, she was willing to follow him to say that.

"Um!"

  Jin Hengyuan also smiled, dispelling the inexplicable sorrow:

   "Go in."

"it is good!"

  The couple went hand in hand.

  *

  The dinner starts very early and the dishes are very rich.

  Jin Hengyuan feels that when a family gathers together, sometimes, it’s not about the quality of the dishes, but whether the atmosphere is warm enough.

I remember when I was young, Huanhuan once said: "I think Mom and Dad will accompany me on my birthday, or when I accompany them on their birthday, we can all be together, that is the most complete. "

  But it has never been so.

  Since that incident happened six years ago, he and his father have been strangers, and Huanhuan’s idea has naturally become more and more difficult to realize.

  In this way, it also proves that today’s gathering is difficult and precious.

  So, Xiao Jinghuan looked very lively. Not only did he sing a birthday song to Xiao Zhidong, but he also graciously handed out cakes to his mother, and called the word "mom" especially happily.

  Because Jinghuan is willing to please, Jin Yuan is very happy.

  A dinner was extremely harmonious.

  Jin Hengyuan drank some wine, but Xiao Zhidong didn't drink because of physical problems, and only ate a little freshly squeezed juice, but Jin Yuan was drunk.

  Without him, Xiao Jinghuan made a great toast, and even pulled Su Jin to toast several cups.

  Jin Yuan was riding a tiger with difficulty drinking, and finally became drunk into a puddle of mud, lying there motionless.

   "Why do you drink so hard?"

  Finally, Jin Hengyuan blamed his sister who had acted waywardly.

  My sister is holding a glass of red wine in her hand, her face is red, and she laughs innocently and yells there:

   "Happy! Of course I would drink more if I am happy..."

   "Crooked."

  Jin Hengyuan wanted to help his mother into the guest room, Xiao Jinghuan saw it, stumbled, came over to pull him away, and said with a big tongue:

   "Brother, you, you, you...you are not allowed to move...you are not allowed to move...sister-in-law drank almost, you help sister-in-law to go back to your room, mom, there is a dad..."

  Is Su Jin drunk?

  No, she is not drunk at all, she is far away from drunk, just a little dizzy.

  Su Jin knows her heart clearly, and can also hear it, that girl, it seems that she intends to create opportunities for her father and mother to be alone.

  This, it doesn’t seem appropriate!

  The mom has married another, and the dad has his own marriage—Jing Huan does this, it’s just nonsense.

  Su Jin glanced: her mother-in-law was already drunk, and her father-in-law, leaning on the side, stared at her deeply, not knowing what she was thinking.

  She thought that Jin Hengyuan would stop it, but he glanced around, turned his head to help her and said in a low voice:

  "Help you to my previous room to rest..."

  *

  Xiao Zhidong has no idea how many years he has not been so close to Jin Yuan.

When    is close, the tentacles can touch her.

"Xiao Huan, little villain, help mom to sit in the garden... Fill me like this, villain... How do you let me go back... Xiao Yuan, find someone to take me home... I won't stay here for the night... here It's not my home."

  Jin Yuan mumbled, her voice a little vague.

  The people in the restaurant have already disappeared.

Jinghuan climbed upstairs, and Jingheng also helped his wife to leave. The housekeeper was sent to make tea by him, and no one of the staff dared to harass.

  He went up to help her.

  She leaned on him, followed his rhythm in a dazed manner, and sat on the swing that Huanhuan liked the most.

  Actually, that is what she likes too.

  Before, she was fine when she was free. She liked to sit on top and swing and swing, and Jingheng would help push and push by the side...

  Waiting for Huanhuan, she and Huanhuan are often sitting on it, Jingheng is enslaved-his son can now control anyone, but he is only willing to be bullied by these two women...

  Well, in other words, it’s not bullying, it’s love.

  Xiao Zhidong helped her on the swing.

   "I have someone prepare some hangover tea, Ayuan, have a drink..."

  The butler brought tea, and Xiao Zhidong delivered it to Jin Yuan himself.

  Jin Yuan felt dizzy. Turning her head, she felt like she didn’t know where she was. The man’s face was infinitely magnified in front of her eyes. It was warm, not old-fashioned, or cold.

  Oh, it was not Huanhuan, it was Xiao Zhidong.

  She frowned inexplicably.

  A cup is placed on the swing seat, a bit familiar.

  It seems that the exquisite tea set she bought when she was there before is the pattern she likes.

  She and he rarely have a hobby in common, and drinking tea is the only preference.

  However, she enjoys pie. She likes to choose a good tea set, good tea, and tea in a good environment; as for him, he only pays attention to the quality of the tea, and doesn't care much about the others.

   "Still using this tea set?"

  It's been thirty years!

   "Well, this is the second birthday gift you gave me. It is also my favorite gift."

  He answered in a low voice.

"what!"

  Jin Yuan smiled weirdly, and sighed and mumbled long at the starry sky:

"like the most?

  "Do you also have a favorite?

   "As long as I buy something, how many things do you like?

   "Others say I'm picky, but I don't think it's right. The most picky is always you.

   "No matter how I please you, it is of no use. There is nothing that can attract you.

   "Now, you actually said that this is your favorite."

   Xiao Zhidong was silent, and suddenly remembered that this woman had been with him for eighteen years, and he seemed to have never expressed his preferences.

  In those years, they gathered less and separated more, and they have been wasting the years, never letting their two hearts get close.

  She once said that the wall in his heart was made too thick, so thick that he lost the ability to perceive, and he could only live in his own besieged city all the time.

  Wait until she is tired, he wants to break through the wall and join her world as a whole.

  But fate did not give him this opportunity.

   "Yes, this is my favorite. I have always wanted to tell you, but I have never had a chance to tell you..."

   He looked at the still beautiful woman thirty years later, and said softly:

   "I like everything you gave me."

   "Don't say good things to make people happy... I know myself..."

Under the bright light, her face has neither wrinkles nor stains... She with her eyes closed, and her with curled lips mocking her, is charming, but she didn't believe what he said, so she hurt herself and turned again. road:

   "Xiao Zhidong, you never gave me a swing..."

  The magnitude of this topic's jump is too big and outrageous.

  However, what is said is the truth.

   "Do you want me to push you now?"

"Um!"

  Jin Yuan nodded.

   "Okay! I'll push it for you."

  He moved the cup of tea to a nearby stone bench and gently pushed it up.

  She, just lean on it.

  The wind is clear and the moon is clear, and the bright silver shines on the beautiful lady.

  The artistic conception is incredible.

   And he peeked.

  When he was able to look upright in the past, he was busy with messy things; later, he couldn't get close anymore, she became someone else's wife, his wife, he could only look for it in his memory.

  Wait until you lose it before you know how valuable you have it.

  The price is too tragic.

   "I'm sorry, Yuan."

  She seemed to have fallen asleep, he stopped and sat on the side.

  After losing her, he often swings alone, imagining that she is still by his side.

   "This is what I want to tell you the most..."

  He stretched out his hand, slowly touched her hairline, and stroked it gently:

   "I didn't cherish you well enough, I ruined this home, I was ashamed to you..."

   whispered, tearing the heart.

  The regrets in life were created by him.

  As a result, besides sighing, he still sighed deeply.

  At this moment, I really want to hug her again, the desire to occupy him.

   Endured and endured, in the end, he took her into his arms, but his nose was sour.

  This stolen hug has become the best gift he has received in recent years.