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At this moment, there were probably ten thousand crows flying in Luo Qingchen's heart.
She probably wanted to say something in her heart: You don't care, but I care a lot, okay
"Your son is... a bit interesting." Du Jiusheng's deep, ink-like eyes were filled with tiny glimmers of light, and there were unusually complex emotions in his eyes.
Luo Qingchen was stunned. While she was still thinking about what to say, Nian An had already spoken first.
"Of course." He raised his eyebrows slightly, put his hands in his pockets from beginning to end, and walked step by step towards the second floor of the villa.
Halfway through, he spoke quietly and said the second half of the sentence: "I like my sister."
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"I like you, you big-headed guy." Luo Qingchen felt that her old face turned red at this moment.
No, didn't Nian An grow up on a desert island
How come he knows everything others know, and he also knows things others don’t know!
"Ahem—" Du Jiusheng cleared his throat, picked up Luo Qingchen by the waist and said, "Qingchen, I think what our son said is quite right. I also like my daughter."
"I like your big-headed brother." Luo Qingchen repeated this sentence again, her head buzzing.
Before she could think clearly, she was placed on a soft bed.
But when she was sitting there, she found that her eyes turned red for a moment.
This is Du Jiu Sheng's bedroom. Although the decoration is still quite cold, every place is covered with photos.
It's like standing in a time machine that remembers annual rings. The people in the photos are all her, from the first time they met to their engagement.
Some times and places are not recorded by cameras.
Du Jiusheng relied purely on his own imagination to draw all the moments of those scenes and then photocopied them.
Luo Qingchen blinked her clear eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I didn't expect that Brother Jiu Sheng is so good at painting..."
"I don't like painting." Du Jiusheng admitted frankly, with a tiny glimmer of light flashing between his eyebrows: "But I need to do one thing, to wait, and even to survive the rest of my life. .”
These five years were extremely difficult for Luo Qingchen, but they were twice as difficult for Du Jiu Sheng.
Because at least Luo Qingchen knew that he was alive and well in this world.
Can survive nine different lives...
He could only wait, and wait, and wait, and wait...
"Brother Jiu Sheng..." Luo Qingchen stretched out her hand, gently grabbed his wrist and said, "You have never given up, right?"
"Give up?" Du Jiusheng walked up to her, held her face slightly, kissed her between her eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid there will be no next life."
"Me too." Luo Qingchen closed her mouth and gently wrapped her hands around his waist and said, "I have endured this for five years..."
"Have you endured it for five years?"
Luo Qingchen nodded and raised his eyebrows slightly. He was about to say something, but he met a pair of hot eyes.
He kissed her lips without saying a word and murmured: "Then I want a sister."
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No, that's not what she meant when she said forbearance, okay
"Brother Jiu Sheng is not... um... not that... meaning... &%￥&... ￥%&..."
Luo Qingchen seemed to be unable to hear what he was saying next.
All I know is that it's great to be back with him...