There was a little smile on Dongfang Liuyun's clear and beautiful face, and there was a faint softness in his beautiful eyes. He was quiet, and then suddenly stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss on his face.
"I'm actually afraid that your answer is yes."
Dongfang Liuyun is very clear about how she feels in her heart at this time, no matter how proud she is, Dongfang Liuyun is nothing more than that in front of him now, the more he cares about her, the more vulnerable she becomes.
And she, Dongfang Liuyun, was someone who would never allow herself to be vulnerable in front of others.
Qi Lei was stunned for a moment, he could vaguely feel the lingering warmth on his face, he lowered his head and stared at her for a long time, finally he didn't say anything, he bent down and hugged her directly.
He wants to tell her his feelings for her with practical actions.
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It was already late at night, when Qin Su drove into the villa, he saw that the lights in the villa were still brightly lit from afar.
The end of the year is approaching, and work is very busy. Zhou Zimo is also worried about the wedding these days, but she is still going to work in her own way like a normal person.
Zhou Zimo was very kind to her and cared for her, but she gradually dispelled some of the fear of marriage in her heart.
When he stepped into the living room, he didn't find Zhou Zimo in the living room, but the light in the kitchen was on.
"I'm back, I didn't answer your call, so I guess you should be driving, let's have something to eat."
As soon as Qin Su took off his coat, Zhou Zimo's voice came from next to his ears. After looking around, he found that he was walking out of the kitchen with a large tray.
"Didn't you say socializing? Come back so early?"
Zhou Zimo had met Qin Su before, and he would not come back for dinner tonight because he had a social event, so Qin Su simply didn't come back so early, and even dinner was useless right now.
"I don't worry about you, and it's almost time to withdraw. Didn't you eat dinner?"
Zhou Zimo made two servings of boiled Yi noodles, and Qin Su could already smell a tempting fragrance when he approached, which aroused the hunger in her stomach.
"You do have the ability to predict the prophet."
Qin Su walked over with strides, pulled out the chair and sat down, while reaching out to him.
Zhou Zimo quickly put the noodles down, handed her a wet towel, and then chopsticks.
Qin Su took it and ate it unceremoniously.
"It tastes good. You are good at cooking noodles. I didn't like to eat this food very much before, but you brought it out recently, and I gradually got used to the taste."
While eating, Qin Su praised him without hesitation.
Hearing this, Zhou Zimojun's face soon turned a little soft, he poured her a glass of fruit juice and moved over, and replied, "Then I have to thank you for your kindness."
As he spoke, he also sat down opposite her.
"I am sincerely praising you, and you can take it as a record."
It was rare for Qin Su to explain in this way.
Zhou Zimo smiled, "The relationship between us is not a superior-subordinate relationship. Wouldn't it be better for you to prove it with something substantial? It can also promote the relationship between us."
As he spoke, he held on to the chopsticks, picked up the eggs in his own bowl, and made some noodles for her.
Qin Su naturally followed suit—
She was really hungry, and she only drank half a bowl of porridge for lunch.
"Okay, you can sit down and eat."
"Is it enough?"
Zhou Zimo was also worried that she would not have enough to eat.
"With such a big bowl, even pigs can catch up."
Qin Su took a sip of the juice.
Zhou Zimo was stunned for a moment, a smile appeared on Jun's face, and he coughed lightly. Only then did Qin Su realize what she had just said, and a little crimson color appeared on his face.
The couple finished their food in silence, Qin Su neatly cleaned up the dishes, and when they returned to the bedroom, Zhou Zimo had already bathed and went to bed, and he had put water for her.
'Boom! '
Hearing the sound of closing the door, Zhou Zimo looked away from the book in front of him, stared at the closed bathroom door for a long time, then threw the book aside, and put his hands directly on his head. After that, he closed his eyes and meditated leisurely.
I don't know how long it took, but he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, and he didn't open his eyes until he vaguely felt someone walking towards him, and then the place beside him sank, so he opened it unhurriedly. It was Qin Su's slender shadow that caught his eyes.
Her hair was draped down her shoulders, and her body was just a simple light-colored nightgown. Lying like this, he could smell the faint fragrance permeating her body. Could it be that he stretched out his hand uncontrollably and squeezed her gently? lock of hair.
As if aware of his movements, Qin Su also turned his head slowly and looked at him silently.
Zhou Zimo simply supported his head with one hand, his deep eyes were full of enjoyment and appreciation, and he looked at her without blinking.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Qin Suxiu frowned, because Zhou Zimo's eyes felt a little uncomfortable, and his face was not as cold as before.
"Do you feel that you have become more and more beautiful recently?"
Zhou Zimo said seriously.
But, listening to this, Qin Su also paused inexplicably, and replied disapprovingly, "Is there a problem with vision? I seem to catch up with twenty-nine this year and I am almost thirty. I have to feel that time is not forgiving."
"What are you afraid of? Anyway, you are married to me. You are no longer an old leftover woman. You are an upright Mrs. Zhou."
Zhou Zimo said as he played with her hair with one hand.
Qin Su squinted at him, took a breath, bent down suddenly, opened the bedside table beside him, and quickly took out a red brocade box from it. Zhou Zimo looked at it with some doubts, until she opened the brocade box , a silver streamer approached him, almost blinding him.
In the brocade box, it was a ring, men's style.
Qin Su looked at the ring with lowered eyes for a long time, and then came a plain voice, "Give me your hand."
As he spoke, he reached out to him.
"Bought it for me?"
Zhou Zimo's eyes widened, unable to react.
"I have time to go out in the afternoon. I just wanted to buy one for you. You should keep it carefully. If you lose it, I won't have the money to buy you a second one."
As Qin Su said, he also directly took his big hand, took off the ring he was holding before, and replaced it with the one she bought.
"This one of yours should always be ordered by me."
"If you're in such a hurry to get your ring on me, can't you?"
There was a faint smile on the corner of Zhou Zimo's mouth, silently admiring the circle of light lingering between his fingers, he felt very satisfied in his heart, watching, watching, his deep eyes also stopped on her face.