Yan Shuhan raised his head, slightly pressed her head and pressed her to his chest.

It's like holding a lost treasure.

After a long time, he gently released her, stroked her cheek with his long finger, wiped away the tears on her face, held her, sat down on the chair, and pulled the picture book in front of her.

"Haven't you told me that you like this gift?" Yan Shuhan turns the album to the last page, and his hand is on the girl's face.

The last painting in his album is 18-year-old Yi Xiaoling.

The background of the painting is Yan Family manor. She is wearing a pure white wedding dress and sitting on the swing under the big locust tree. He is wearing a black suit and holding a bouquet, standing behind her swing.

In her casual moment, one hand grasped her swing, she turned her head in surprise, he bowed his head and kissed her lips

This is his plan, belongs to her 18 years old, wearing wedding dress, become his fiancee.

Yi Xiaoling looks at the painting in front of him. He stops his tears and breaks the dike in an instant.

Sitting in his arms, holding him tightly, choking, speechless.

I can only keep repeating that I'm sorry

"I want to hear me, not these three words." Yan Shuhan pinched her chin and forced her to look up. The Obsidian pupil was shining with a light that could not be ignored.

“....” Yi Xiaoling was stunned. In her eyes, she flashed a touch of fear. She wanted to say something, but Yan Shuhan held down her lip and didn't let her speak.

"I don't listen to explanations, and I don't want excuses. I just want you to tell me, do you love me?"

“....” Yi Xiaoling on his stubborn eyes, red eyes, this is the man she has loved for 18 years, she simply can not refuse such Yan Shuhan.

Wen Yujia and Meng Liangfeng are reconciled. Maybe they are not at a dead end.

"Little daughter-in-law, shall we get engaged?" Yan Shuhan seemed to see her shaking, magnetic voice, slowly ring in her ear, full of bewitching.

Engagement

Once her 18th birthday wish was to be his fiancee.

Is it ok now?

"As long as you like, we can be the same as before." Yan Shuhan held her face in both hands and opened her lips firmly.

“....” Yi Xiaoling's tears, because of his words, fell down from his eyes in an instant.

Holding him, nodding desperately.

She will!

Yan Shuhan held her arm and tightened it silently. In her black eyes, she was full of light.

-

Yan group.

President's office.

"You have to eat more meat to grow meat."

"And vegetables."

"You try this soup, and I'll watch it cooked myself..." Yi Xiaoling is lying in front of Yan Shuhan's desk, pointing to the dishes on the table and muttering.

Yan Shuhan's chopsticks moved and put a piece of shrimp in her mouth.

"Food does not speak, sleep does not speak."

Yi Xiaoling smilingly fed him food, holding his cheek in both hands, staring at his handsome face, exclaiming: "my little husband, even when teaching, is so handsome."

"Cough!" Yan Shuhan was choked by the food he had just eaten. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

His hand, just ready to take the water cup, Yi Xiaoling has been one step ahead of him, will cup up, close to his lips.

"How did you choke? I know you're so happy to see me deliver your meal, but you should also pay attention to safety. "

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