Song Chengyi looked at his little wife helplessly: "Look, you're laughing at me?"

Ning Yue glared at him: "It's not you, who made you scare me? I know that people care about you very much, but they still make such jokes. Last time in the hospital, you lost your breathing and heartbeat. I just wanted to hit you to death and follow you."

Song Chengyi hugged the person in his arms with a heartache: "I know, I know, don't cry, don't be sad, and we will be fine in the future, we will be old until we grow old and have children and grandchildren."

Ning Yue sniffed: "You said, if you dare to have something happen again, I, I, I will, I will remarry immediately, forgetting you so that there is no hair left."

"Hmm? Remarry? Do you still want to remarry?" Song Chengyi's face was dark.

Ning Yue felt a little guilty. It was obviously nothing, but she just said it casually, but why did she feel like she was going to let him cuckold? "I, I mean, if you dare to leave me alone."

Song Chengyi's big hand gently stroked her little face as big as a palm: "No, we have just started, and there are still seventy or eighty years left, waiting for us to spend together."

His lye was chubby, but now, only his pointed chin is left, and it doesn’t know how long it will take to recover it.

Ning Yue suddenly laughed: "We are all in our twenties and we have to live for seventy or eighty years. We are all one hundred years old."

"Yes, there are still seventy or eighty years left in this life. In the next life, you will be my childhood sweetheart."

Ning Yue snuggled into his arms with a smile, thinking about the scene. She was six or seven years old, with a braid soaring into the sky, following him: Brother Yi, Brother Yi, wait for me...

In front of me, Brother Taiyi stopped helplessly and turned around: Brother Yi is going to play with his friends, and said he can't take girls, but the little wife is good, so go home first. Brother Yi buys you can't eat when he comes back...

Hahahaha, it's simply too funny.

Feeling the person in his arms, his little shoulders trembling, Song Chengyi asked, "Ling Ning, what's wrong?"

Ning Yue's voice was still smiling: "No, nothing, haha, let's get up, I'm hungry."

"Okay, get up, what clothes will your wife wear today?"

"That little sky blue cotton jacket..."

The winter in Pingjing is always rainy and rainy. Ning Yue stood in the yard, tilting her little face, squinting her eyes, allowing the rare sunlight to shine directly on her face, taking a deep breath, she finally returned to normal, and her Song Chengyi was still fine. This thrilling and helpless day was like a dream. Fortunately, she woke up from the dream and all the happiness was still there.

After breakfast, everyone went to the hotel together. Yuchi Qiming called his father and mother first. When Wanxia saw Ning Yue, she laughed, and she cried with laughter.

Others don’t know what to ask, but Ning Yue knows it, so she goes forward and says, “Sister, don’t cry.”

Wanxia quickly wiped her tears: "Well, don't cry, sister won't cry."

Everyone else looked confused, okay, why are you crying in the sunset?

Qiao Zhilan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, everyone should do whatever they should do. Today, we will only receive ten tables of guests, and then we will close the door and eat hot pot together."
Chapter completed!