Mu Nianjun is a cub she raised by herself, and Su Kui has always been unable to approach children with purpose.
If it was Yan Ke's backyard that hurt Mu Nianjun back then, Su Kui thought, she wouldn't mind making a move and helping him get rid of that person.
"I see, thank you for taking care of that child over the years," Yan Ke rubbed his hands, "Well... can I go in and meet him?"
With eager expectation in his eyes, he looked at Su Kui blankly.
"Go, Junjun, this child has been lacking in his father's love since he was a child. I hope you can give him enough relationship." Su Kui nodded and did not stop Yan Ke's request.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
A nine-foot man, he was as happy as he was, where there was still a little bit of the grand general king's aura. He couldn't sit still, and ran into the house in twos or twos.
In an instant, there were only two people left in the yard, Su Kui and Yan Liang.
"Zhizhi... I..."
Yan Liang had a sense of tension before the death penalty. On the one hand, he didn't want death to come too soon, on the other hand, he was eager to get free.
"Give me a picture."
Su Kui raised her fair chin, pointed to some drawing paper left by Mu Nianjun, and said to Yan Liang.
"Ah... oh, good..."
Yan Liang thought he was going to be kicked out in the next second. After all, Su Kui was too tough just now. He was really afraid that Su Kui would say something that he would never talk to each other.
He couldn't accept the result.
Without Su Kui getting up, he pushed the wheelchair and walked to the table.
The moment I picked up the pen, I looked at the woman standing leaning on the plum blossoms, her eyes were clear, her facial features were gentle, her dark hair was rolled into a simple bun, and her naughty strands of hair were blown by the wind and swept across her cheeks. .
Her small face was pale and red, and the tip of her nose was flushed by the cold wind. She looked very cute.
If this is the end, Yan Liang hopes to leave behind a memory that can be missed a hundred years later.
My heart suddenly became very quiet, everything in my ears was silent, the brush in his hand was lightly outlined, on the snow-white drawing paper, with his outline, stroke by stroke, gradually a woman leaning on the plum blossom, smiling on her lips , Emerged.
When the painting was finished, Su Kui paced over, looked at the painting on the table, and nodded, "It's a good painting."
Yan Liang couldn't help but said, "This painting can't draw your three-point beauty."
"Well, it turns out that Young Master Yan is so good at talking about love?" Su Kui raised her eyebrows, Shui Yang's eyes were smiling but not smiling, he squinted at him, and narrowly said.
"No, it's not..."
Yan Liang hurriedly explained, as if thinking of something, a blush emerged from the root of his ears, "Yan has only been pleased with Zhizhi in this life. He has never confided these love words to the woman next to him. Moreover, these words They are all from the heart and soul, and there is absolutely no falsehood!"
In Yan Liang's heart, the person in front of him is the celestial being. No matter how beautiful, the woman who is all over the country and the city can't compare with her smile.
"So that's it—"
Su Kui held the table, bent down slightly, and looked into his clear and clear eyes, without a trace of falsehood.
Su Kui naturally believed in him, and had no intention of pretending to be sentimental to torture him.
"So Young Master Yan is here this time, is there anything he wants to say to me?"
"Yes," Yan Liang pursed his lips. Although he felt a little embarrassed to say these words, he wanted to express his feelings to Su Kui no matter what the outcome was.
After pondering for a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Su Kui's eyes firmly, "Zhizhi, I wonder if you would marry me as your wife? I will be a couple for life, life and death! I will treat you well, except for you in this life. Take a look at other women!"