Warm marriage is like fire: male god boss spoils deeply

"Warm, warm." Fengzi Ao let go of the quicksand, his forehead against the quicksand's forehead, and their nostrils intertwined, warm and affectionate.

"Ziao, Ziao." The quicksand called softly.

"Warm, call your husband, okay?" Fengzi Ao's thumb rubbed the little face of quicksand.

She lost a lot of weight. For a year, she tortured the people at the top of his heart to exhaustion.

Fortunately, he lived up to himself and her. He came back.

"Husband, husband." Quicksand cried obediently.

Feng Ziao finally stopped his tears and poured out, "wife, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

His voice has a sense of vicissitudes.

Yes, they both waited a long time.

Fengziao didn't expect that he could block the knife for uncle su. Unfortunately, after becoming a vegetable, he was lucky to let quicksand untie his heart knot.

What moved and surprised him most was that she was desperate to persuade and stop him when he became a vegetable, and got a certificate with him and became a husband and wife.

Feng Ziao really feels that he is a blessing in disguise.

It's just that such warmth makes him heartache.

"Warm, you're stupid. You insist on getting the certificate with me. Have you ever thought about if I can't wake up all my life? "

"I thought about it, but so what?" The apricot eyes with flowing sand and colorful light stared at the face that had fascinated her for more than ten years, "brother Ziao, it's my dream to marry you. I also believe that you will wake up. "

"Warm, I love you. In my next life, I will be your ox and horse and your most loyal slave. You will be the only slave in my life."

Quicksand cried and smiled, "remember your promise. If you dare to disobey, I'll beat you to death with a small whip."

Fengzi proudly raised his eyebrows, bit quicksand's ears and said vaguely, "little whip? Warm, aren't you afraid of my little whip? "

Quicksand bites his lips and is ashamed to say, "I'm not afraid."

Fengzi's proud eyes were deep and suppressed his impulse to ask for her immediately.

He took her hand. "Mrs. Feng, shall we set off fireworks together?"

"OK."

They snuggled up to each other and watched the fireworks rise into the sky. With a bang, they opened the most gorgeous flowers.

In the next few days, fengziao and Liusha stayed in Suzhen. They walked the way they had walked, breathed the air with their growth, and afterthought the green years.

The past is replayed one after another. Quicksand is grateful that they have so many common memories.

Whenever she looked up at him, she could always look at him piously, seriously and affectionately.

Quicksand laughed. "Husband, look at the road. What do you always see me do?"

"I can't believe it's true." In the cold wind, he hugged his little wife, "warm, I love you so much."

"I know, I know everything." Quicksand came back and hugged him.

They heard the neighbors whispering:

"Look, Miss Su finally married young master Feng. As I said before, they are the pair who really love each other."

"Yes, in the past, Xiaoao always looked at the little quicksand affectionately. His eyes were the same as those of my dead old man before. At that time, I knew that the two children had a play."

"Ha ha, aunt Shen, are you showing your love?"

"My old man loves me most. If he is still alive, I will be the treasure on his heart." Aunt Shen said later, her voice choking.

Quicksand buried her little face in Fengzi's proud arms. When she heard aunt Shen's words, she suddenly had a sharp sour nose.