Where Feng Zhuo lived...
Thinking of this, Chen Yinyin felt a little nervous for no reason.
She didn't know anything about his past, and she had only been together in the true sense for only a few months.
She doesn't doubt Feng Zhuo's care for her, but whenever he thinks that he doesn't understand him as much as Gu Baize, the housekeeper, and even Aunt Zhang, he is still a little bit disappointed.
She never thought that one day, he would take her into his world.
"Why... suddenly like this."
Chen Yinyin was stunned to ask.
In fact, she also knew the answer, which was nothing more than the obvious words.
Because she is his wife and the mother of his child.
Or because of love, because of love.
But she still wanted to hear, no matter which kind, she wanted to hear him say it himself.
The man breathed out helplessly, and said: "So obvious things, why bother to ask?"
"That's different."
Chen Yinyin raised her face, looked at him half-coquettishly, and said, "I just want to hear you, why."
The man's lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were condensed with a just right arc of laughter, which was faint, but made his whole person appear much softer.
"Because you are mine."
"What is the reason..."
Chen Yinyin was not satisfied with the answer, and said, "I am not yours, you are mine!"
She suddenly became childish, took his hand, and hooked her little finger with Feng Zhuo's.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Zhuo frowned slightly, a little startled, as if he didn't understand what she was doing.
The woman pressed her thumb against his, and smiled crookedly.
"You are mine, you have been stamped by me, and you will not change it for a hundred years."
As soon as the voice fell, she obviously heard him even breathing a little helplessly.
"Childish..."
He spit out mercilessly, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was even more obvious.
"I do not care."
"Aren't you sleepy after having been in trouble for so long?"
Feng Zhuo was helpless and spoiled for three minutes, looking sideways at the woman next to him.
I didn't know who had been begging for mercy last night, saying that I couldn't stand it, and I had to fly tomorrow, begging him to let it go.
It seems that he is still too soft-hearted, after all, someone's current state of noisy, it doesn't look like a lack of energy and energy.
"Not sleepy."
Chen Yinyin shook her head subconsciously, and finally added: "I slept very well last night, and now I am full of energy."
Seeing her look like a chicken blood, Feng Zhuo laughed.
My mother is a lively person. If she were still there, she would like Chen Yinyin's daughter-in-law very much, right
He once thought that he would not be moved by anyone in this life until this woman appeared in front of him.
Because it was her, he had decided to bring her over a long time ago, and this time was just an opportunity.
This was not a whim, but he wanted to take her to the place where he had lived for more than ten years, and wanted his father and mother to see her.
"You think, are you really energetic? You are so energetic, why don't you come and do something interesting..."
He deliberately emphasized the word "fun", even if she was stupid, she couldn't understand the connotation of it, how "fun" it was.
"Ah... I suddenly feel so sleepy!"
Chen Yinyin immediately spoke, and yawned with her mouth to show that she was really sleepy.
"If you are sleepy, go to sleep, the journey is still very long."
"Oh… "
Chen Yinyin leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and prepared to take a break, but listened to the low, magnetic voice of the man next to her ears.
"Lean on my shoulder."
"Ok?"
Hearing her questioning nasal sound, Feng Zhuo was a little unhappy, his face sank.
"Chen Yinyin, I am your husband, when will you become a little conscious?"
"Oh… "
She tentatively tentatively leaned on his shoulder.
His shoulders are very wide, and she feels at ease leaning on it, the muscles on his shoulders are not too hard, and it is so comfortable to lean on...
She closed her eyes comfortably, gradually relaxed, and fell asleep after a while.
Perceiving the woman's breathing gradually calmed down, he knew that she was asleep, and turned his face to stare at her peaceful sleeping face.
"Chen Yinyin, why are you so special?"
In particular, let him give up some of the principles he had insisted on for her, so that he would want a woman to understand his past thoughts for the first time, and let him once again realize what "home" is like.
There will be bickering, and there will be mutual inconsistency, but still love each other, cherish each other, and share life.
…
Chen Yinyin was sleeping in a daze, with a vague voice coming into her ears, she smacked her lips and woke up faintly.
The neck was a little stiff because of the deviation.
She tried to move, got up slowly, rubbed her neck to relax her neck muscles.
Such a sleeping position is really difficult.
"Woke up?"
"Well… "
She rubbed her eyes in confusion, and asked: "How long have I slept, is it coming soon?"
"Ok."
The man let out a soft nasal sound, confirming her problem.
"It's really time for you to wake up. It's about half an hour to land."
Feng Zhuo explained.
"So fast… "
Chen Yinyin patted her cheek to drive away the sleepy sleepiness and wake herself up.
Feng Zhuo moved his arms a bit. After all, he had been leaned by someone for a few hours just now, and he was motionless. Naturally, he was a little stiff and his blood circulation was not smooth.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yinyin asked him with concern: "Is your arm okay? Is it uncomfortable?"
"I'm not as weak as you think."
He only moved for a while before he almost recovered.
"No! I'll help you rub it again to invigorate blood."
She remembered seeing in the news that some students were sleeping on their stomachs, because they pressed their arms and the blood did not circulate, they had to amputate their limbs.
Think about that picture...
Although she really liked Yang Guo when watching The Legend of Condor Heroes, she didn't want Feng Zhuo to become a one-armed man.
After all, he is not a past, and she is not an aunt.
She rushed for the last half an hour and began to massage Feng Zhuo.
"Don't worry, I learned it from a masseur, and the technique is very good, so you are comfortable!"
She didn't realize what was wrong with what she said, until she saw the playfulness in the man's eyes, and after a careful thought, she figured it out and made herself a blushing face.
"Don't think about it, I mean the serious meaning."
"My thoughts are also very serious ones."
Having said that, the joking in his eyes became even clearer.
"I won't tell you anymore, it's boring."
Chen Yinyin pushed his hand away, but actually did not use much effort, but heard someone "ouch", and then he complained.
"Chen Yinyin, are you planning to murder her husband?"
"You don't touch porcelain."
Chen Yinyin ignored his "accusation" at all, and said, "You are not porcelain glass, how can you be so fragile?"
Twenty minutes later, the plane landed at Florence Airport.
When I got off the plane, there were almost all Italian-speaking people around me.
"It deserves to be hailed as the most artistic and musical language..."
Chen Yinyin couldn't help but admire.
She has no linguistic talents. Apart from English, she also uses phrases like "Hello, goodbye, sorry".
"Feng Zhuo, do you speak Italian?"
"Idiot... I have lived here for more than ten years, do you think it is necessary to ask this question?"