It's natural that Fu ye and the people behind him take care of the affairs of the four seas gang. Although Tang Jingyun intervened, she did not intend to intervene too much.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, she has become particularly leisurely. Every day, in addition to being tired of being with someone, you are still tired of being together.

Even for people like Jiang's mother, the feelings of the little couple are too good. Old people like her feel a little tired, but the parties obviously don't have this consciousness.

For example, now, Jiang Ye adds a chopstick to the fish meat, carefully selects the fish bones, and then hands them to Tang Jingyun.

"This is your favorite fish. I made it for you myself." Jiang yerou said.

Tang Jingyun smiled and ate full. When the fish was finished, there must be other dishes in the bowl. Jiang Ye personally put them in the bowl.

Jiang's mother looked at her son. If his other habits hadn't changed, she would doubt whether her son had been switched. Is such a gentle and careless man really his son who dared to point a gun at others' heads at the age of ten?

In fact, if it is normal, they are not so tired.

But Jiang Ye found that Tang Jingyun had a poor appetite these two days. It seems that it began after the war at Wenliu wharf.

He didn't forget that he tasted the smell of blood when he kissed her mouth. He didn't look at it at that time, but later he found something wrong.

Although Tang Jingyun's face is paler than ordinary people, it has gradually become more bloody under his vigorous recuperation. But these two days he found that her face was very pale, especially her lip color, which was frightening.

Such a discovery, he had to doubt whether Tang Jingyun hurt there in the fight. Since there was no wound on his body, the most was the loss of his inner.

Such a situation naturally needs to be well supplemented.

Therefore, on the table these two days, Jiang ye made prepared food for her in a variety of ways. And he found that as long as it was his own clip, Tang Jingyun would eat a few more mouthfuls. In this way, she became more and more self-motivated.

Tang Jingyun was really uncomfortable. Although the tingling in her mind disappeared that day, she still felt a little weak and had a bad appetite.

Fortunately, the cool feeling is gradually recovering, but the recovery is a little slow. This also gives Tang Jingyun a lesson. In the future, she can't be desperate any more.

I feel like I can't eat any more. Tang Jingyun puts down her chopsticks.

Jiang Ye frowned. He ate less than half a bowl of rice and more than half a bowl of vegetables. It was less than half of her usual meal. "Don't eat?"

Tang Jingyun nodded and rubbed her forehead. "Well, I can't eat any more."

Jiang Ye didn't force her either. After seeing that more than half of the rice was left, he picked it up and poured it into his bowl. He said, "if you're hungry, tell me again. I'll make you snacks later."

The mother Jiang just wanted to ask Tang Jingyun why she ate so little today. She saw Jiang Ye's action and forgot her words in her throat!

Is she right? Her son doesn't care about eating what others eat? If she remembered correctly, once when he was eating, a cousin splashed soup into his bowl, and he didn't touch that bowl of rice that day!

Jiang Ye didn't feel anything. He has developed this habit for a long time.

When he was in Kyoto, Tang Jingyun looked thin. He was always determined to keep her well, so he always habitually served more meals for her so that she could eat more.

Tang Jingyun can't finish eating when she has too much. He scolds him for wasting. He silently pours the rest of her food into his bowl and continues to eat. Over time, such a habit has also been formed.

He was not unaware of the surprised eyes of Jiang's mother, but as long as the object was his family, he had no rules that could not be broken.

Tang Jingyun is indifferent. She always feels that her men are easy to feed. She is not picky about food. What she does, he eats.

Jiang's mother's eyes moved on the two people. After all, she sighed gently in her heart. Just because the feelings between the two people are so good, she doesn't have to worry anymore.

Jiang ye took another bowl of chicken soup and put it in front of Tang Jingyun. "If you can't eat it, just drink some soup. I stewed it with old ginseng. If it doesn't pass, you can't smell it."

Tang Jingyun took it with a smile and sipped it.

A meal, three people, the atmosphere is very good, but I don't know if it's my illusion. Mother Jiang always feels that she seems to have become an evil mother-in-law who takes part in the couple's life!

After dinner and chatting for a while, they came out of Jiang's mother's villa.

Tang Jingyun looked at the gracious mother Jiang who sent herself out and said to Jiang ye, "Mom, it's not easy. You often come and walk in the future."

Jiang Ye was silent and didn't answer.

Tang Jingyun knew that this was a knot between mother and son, so she didn't advise much. After all, she didn't experience those things and didn't stand up to speak.

Walking on the road, Tang Jingyun saw Jiang Ye's still silent expression and shook his hand. He didn't pull her in his arms as usual and couldn't help eyebrowing.

He stood in front of his villa and said with a smile, "wait here, I'll be right back!"

Jiang Ye waited silently in place, and then saw a sky blue sports car driving out of the villa. It drove very fast. When turning, a body of "Shua" drifted and stopped in front of Jiang Ye.

The window slid down, revealing Tang Jingyun's beautiful face with sunglasses. She took off her sunglasses, showed an open smile and stretched out her hand, "handsome boy, do you want to go for a ride?"

Jiang Ye is funny. Tang Jingyun is quite different from the usual calm one. He stood there for a while.

When he didn't move, his hand stayed there all the time, as if he couldn't feel the acid.

Looking at such Tang Jingyun, Jiang ye had another moment of illusion, as if no matter where he went, the woman would always wait for him and wait for him until he came back to him.

He put his hand into her hand as if it were an illusion of fate.

Slowly raised a smile, "don't you want to go for a ride? Let's go." then he bowed his head and kissed her finger.

Then he turned and got on the co pilot of the car, bullied him, and ravaged the long missed red lips for a while. It was urgent and fierce. It seemed to be venting something.

Tang Jingyun stroked his back and calmed his impetuous feelings and dark thoughts. No one is more familiar with that feeling than her, because she was so nervous once.

Because she once lost all her relatives in her life. Lonely, every night is only lonely.

——

They finally didn't go for a ride, because Jiang ye saw that Tang Jingyun's look was still not good, and couldn't bear to let her tired.

So he took her hand and walked slowly in the street, like a pair of ordinary little lovers.

Tang Jingyun broke away from him. Facing Jiang Ye's lost eyes, she crossed her fingers with him one by one, and then clenched them.

Jiang Ye smiled, came to her ear and whispered, "hold your hand and grow old with your son."

Tang Jingyun hooked her lips. "I don't want to grow old with you. Look, you are eight years older than me. You work harder than me and can't maintain. You must grow old before me. Think about it. When you have white hair, I must still be charming."

Then she narrowed her eyes. It was hard to imagine the man getting old. She smiled and said, "at that time, you took my hand and went out. What you didn't know was that you were my uncle or father."

Jiang Ye pursed his lips. Age is always his death!

It seems that the stimulation is not enough. Tang Jingyun pursed her lips and smiled, "when you are old and useless, I'll eat and keep a little white face. I have money and I'm not bad. There will be a lot of people coming up at that time!"

"No!" Jiang ye turned his head and glared at her fiercely.

Tang Jingyun chuckled and imitated his eyebrows with her eyes, "I want to find a handsome man. His eyes should be bright and black, his eyebrows should be thick, his forehead should be high, and the bridge of his nose should be straight. When tightening his lips, he should be as cold as a knife, but when laughing at me, it seems that I am his world..."

Her eyes stared straight at Jiang Ye. In those eyes that had always been as deep as Gujing, she showed a rare straightforward and strong feeling.

Jiang Ye listened to those words as if he were listening to a lover's whisper, which was better than any words!

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to kiss the pale lips and let it get his own blush, which was more beautiful than rouge. He wanted her to only call his name, and he couldn't worry about anything else.

Tang Jingyun pursed her lips and smiled, "I lied to you. Even if my Jiang Ye is old, he is still a cold man in my eyes. Moreover, I must have been in my 70s and 80s at that time. Where can I still have the strength to go out to find a man? It's the best to keep you all my life."

Jiang Ye whispered a painful groan, leaned close to her ear and said seriously, "yunyun, remember what you say now. Tonight, I want you to say these to me again and again in bed until you have no strength to spit out any words!"

Tang Jingyun pursed her lips and smiled. Feng's eyes rose slightly, which was unspeakable.

Jiang Ye held the hand tightly and shook it with ten fingers. They all said that ten fingers connected to the heart, perhaps the two hearts connected by the two people.

Walking like this inexplicably reminds Tang Jingyun of some lyrics.

When you are old, gray and sleepy.

When you are old, you can't walk.

Nodding by the fire remembers youth.

How many people loved you, when you were young and happy.

Love your beauty, false or true.

Only one person still loves you, pious soul.

Love the wrinkles on your old face

....

There are many pedestrians on the long street, but the figure between the two people is shaky. They always lean together. It looks like a very beautiful scenery.

I am willing to spend the rest of my life holding the hand of the person around me. If there is a God on top of my head, please witness that I will give everything to her just to give her my true feelings—— Jiang Ye.