What is this? Because it is autumn, the leaves are yellow, and there is no plant.
And her cell phone rang at this time, still the signature ringtone of Leng Yan's call. She was originally angry for no reason, and she didn't remember it at this time.
As soon as she answered, Leng Yan asked, "Did you see the plants on the windowsill?"
"I see! The yellow leaves are malnourished, what's so beautiful!" The only one flattened his mouth.
Leng Yan smiled, a little embarrassed, "It was originally a wisteria, very beautiful, but it is a pity that it is autumn..."
"You planted it?" The only one was surprised.
"Yeah! It's been planted long ago, and you will move out when it grows up..." Leng Yan was a little shy when he said this.
"Are you busy? Planting flowers when it's okay?" The only thing I wanted to tease him was.
"Smelly girl, I don't understand the style!" Bingshan Lengyan actually scolded her with the incomprehensible style. "Remember our agreement? I will send you flowers every week, so I will plant flowers for you! Climb up from my window sill. Your window sill, vines and leaves intertwined, what does it mean, you understand for yourself!"
The only one who was full of sweetness in his heart, said, "What do you mean? It's not that you want to climb on the windowsill to peep at me!" After speaking, he laughed.
Leng Yan was overwhelmed by her answer. He heard her laugh, knowing that she was deliberate, and smiled, "Initially I didn't know who wanted to peep at me? And be a doll that looks exactly like me!"
"Is there? Is there? Why don't I remember?" The only thing seems to be returning to that hazy time, every day is hope, every day is anticipation...
"Well, no, I only know that there is a little girl waiting for me to go home every day! As long as the light in my room is on, the little doll will fall off!" Leng Yan's voice was full of joking.
"Isn't someone coming home only on weekends? How come he goes home every day?" The only objectionable retort.
"Because I don’t know when, that little girl lived in my heart, making me worry all the time. I don’t feel at ease at work. I just want to go home and see what is written on her little note. I want to shed tears... "Leng Yan's voice was originally the only deadly killer, and now it is full of tenderness, and it is almost melting the only one.
"Nonsense! You are so stinky! Who wants you to cry!" Although he was scolding, the corner of his only lips was bent into a crescent.
Leng Yan was in a good mood and continued to tease her, "Silly girl, when did you fall in love with me? Did you like it for the first time?"
The only embarrassment made his face blushing, "Who fell in love with you? Stop being narcissistic! I'm so painful that I can't wait to kill you and still love you?" I was shy, and couldn't help recalling, when did I start to fall in love with him ? I really can’t remember. Perhaps, the first time I heard his voice, I was moved...
Leng Yan has a kind of pride in his heart. Men will have such a mentality, hoping that his woman belongs to him for the first time, "I apologize, I intentionally hurt you that day, and then I compensated it many times! "
The only thing she unconsciously shrinks to the corner of the bed, Leng Yan's tone makes her completely imaginable how exaggerated his smile is now, and she is embarrassed with shame, how to discuss this issue with Leng Yan! However, I couldn't help but asked, "Why do you hurt me on purpose? Do you hate me?"
Leng Yan thought for a while before he said, "It's not annoying, at least I don't like it, a woman who sells money with her body, and I also drank alcohol."
"Huh! What about now?" The only one who was a little angry, in his initial impression, he was so embarrassed.
"Now?" Leng Yan smiled slyly, "Now... I want you to come down!"
This sentence touched the only memory, every time he was called to "sleeping"... However, I used to expect inexplicably...
"Don't!" The only decisive refusal.
"Come down! I can't sleep if you're not!" Leng Yan's tone hardened, with orders.
"No! Pay attention to the influence! You and Jing Lan haven't divorced yet!" The only one muttered.
"The only... my wife..." Leng Yan began to regret agreeing to stay as the only one, "What should I do if I can't sleep?"
"I can't sleep either, let's chat!" The only one who didn't consciously got into the quilt, and his thoughts drifted to that night, Leng Yan drove the phone and spent the whole night with her breathing...
"Okay! Let's fall asleep and talk." Leng Yan leaned against the head of the bed. He was not a good-spoken person. He could only talk endlessly when he was with the only one.
"Leng Yan..." The only habitually calling his name.
"Call me Yan! Only you can call yourself husband by first name and last name!" Leng Yan began to comment.
"How can I be called Yan sometimes!" The only retort.
"When? When only makelove..." Leng Yan said slowly.
"Can you...can't you think about that for a while?" The only one replied annoyed, "Besides, I don't want to call you Yan now! Because that's what Jing Lan calls it too!"
"Then what do you call me? A special nickname?" Leng Yan looked forward with a smile.
The only thing I have been thinking about for a long time... "It's better... Uncle is better, it's special... and kind..."
Leng Yan’s smile was stiff...
It's been a long time since I felt this way. In a short distance, the heart-to-heart contact, but the topic of the chat ended up around Jing Lan.
"Uncle, I think Jinglan is very good today, she doesn't look sick at all." The only one stubbornly called him Uncle.
The corner of Leng Yan's lips turned slightly, but he was helpless, as long as he was the only one calling him, he would be happy to listen to it no matter what he was called. "Yes, the recent examination reports are very good. She is intermittent and will not always be sick. As long as she is not stimulated, she will not get sick."
(End of this chapter)