It turns out that all the previous experiences are the child’s cleverness and thoughtfulness, and he deliberately puts on an illusion.
As many years ago, he held her in his arms and accompanied her to sleep at night.
Four eyes smiled at him and asked her "what’s on her mind", but she soaked in the pool and took out her hand and dried it with a towel.
"You just watch me wash here."
He moves very skillfully, but I don’t know that his lover may cause an illusion that he is a family man with a white shirt and black trousers. Because the cuffs of his shoes were pulled in the fruit washing station, his slender fingers were soaked in water, and the red cherry turned at her fingertips, which seemed to be an attractive art.
He is so noble and ordinary.
Originally from a noble family, he didn’t do such a small thing as washing cherries himself, but because she was willing to be ordinary, she warmed the day in a long stream of water.
It was while washing cherries that he didn’t forget to turn around and tell her, "Didn’t I tell you that you are weak and don’t want to be cold? Even when you come to your period, your stomach will hurt again. French women are stronger than China women, and there may not be warm babies to sell."
After saying that, his lip angle rose in the afternoon sun and he fainted with a faint smile. This is a joke and it is purely to amuse her heart.
She listened and her eyes turned red. She walked up behind him and hugged his waist and face against his back. She gently closed her eyes. "Did I promise you that things have never been observed?"
Her voice is as light as the breeze, with a hint of hazy sadness.
He had to stop washing cherries, bent over and gradually stood upright, wiped his hands with a towel, and his black eyes faced the light, but the luster faded. His lips smiled stiffly and stiffened, and he laughed with his palms covered on the back of her hand, watching her fresh breath transition to her. "I was just joking. frenh, if you really can’t buy a warm treasure, it’s no use. Don’t you still have my palm? I will give you warmth." The truth accompanied by jokes is a way for that person to flirt with her.
After what he said, Yin Ningluo really smiled, but it was not a joke, but a warm smile and a warm gasp reached him through his shirt. That’s when he really smiled and looked up at the sun again, he felt that the weather was really good.
She still hugged his back and said, "Junling, I know you love me, please believe me, too. I can’t afford to answer your love now. I’m sorry, please forgive my sex."
Jun Ling’s face froze in her lips, not angry. He held her hand and didn’t understand the heavy feelings in her heart. In the past three years, their feelings were true. They loved each other, but the injury was embedded in her blood. Wherever she went, it followed her.
Like her child.
Motherly love is nature, and even if he gives her more, it can’t make up for the pain she once lost. If you are determined to love her, you must understand her, and it is because of this understanding that you can help her through the difficulties.
Jun ling lip lick turned to attention with Yin Ning collaterals face to face.
Yin Ningluo is not a petite woman, but Jun Ling is still half a head taller than her in height, which is not depressing, but because he is taller than her, he can help her block all the outside disturbances and give her a sense of security.
Put your hands on her shoulders and bend slightly in the sun to show your face. She saw that it was his lips with an understanding smile. "Silly girl, have you forgotten what I said? My life is not a gorgeous feast. You don’t have to dress yourself up deliberately. I don’t want you to be wronged. I will wait until you are ready to take the initiative to come here. I will accompany you through the ups and downs."
"Junling" Yin Ningluo lifted her eyes and murmured his name. Tears fell in her eyes. She reached out and hugged him and hid all her anxiety in his chest.
Jun Ling holds her left hand and holds her neck and lip corner with a smile, silly girl.
"Mom and Dad, isn’t the cherry ready yet? Baby is already greedy."
In the living room, the little guy was dissatisfied with the sound of Jun Ling and Yin Ning’s collaterals, and they both laughed.
"Well, don’t cry. If you let your son see it, I’ll bully you."
Jun Ling refers to the abdomen to dry Yin Ning’s face and tears, and the two men walked out with cherries.
At noon, Junling took Yin Ningluo out for fun with the children. A woman on Champs Elysé es saw Junling’s eyes shining in public and spread them directly.
"jaen, it’s been a long time." The female is bold and unrestrained, regardless of Yin Ning’s presence, and she kisses Jun Ling’s thin lips directly. All this comes too suddenly. Jun Ling came to watch the female reaction and turned her eyes to Yin Ning’s body. jane doe directly turned black, and Jun Ling’s head seemed to have a crow flying over and consciously told him that he was going to die.
Who is tying the knot in love?
Frenh is famous for its romance. Here, women are added with a hazy and delicate beauty. In frenh, women are beautiful in love. If you are careful, you can find that it is not a shy thing for couples in the streets to kiss their roots in the street. Compared with the French, they love publicity and licentiousness.
It’s not unusual to meet frenh beauty in the street. After all, it’s a French territory in Europe. It’s not unusual for that woman to hand over Junling’s name in the street. After all, een is based here. It’s acceptable for French women to be enthusiastic. She’s not an old-fashioned person. It’s understandable to hug and kiss, but what kiss is not the forehead, not the cheek, but the mouth.
The beauty’s enthusiasm ignited some small emotions in Yin Ning’s heart. She lowered the radian of her lip angle, protected her son in her arms and looked at the scene quietly like an outsider.
Don’t worry, she has to leave some thoughts to see what amazing actions women will make next.
The person who is really worried is Jun Ling. After being kissed by a beautiful woman, the man panicked and turned his eyes to look for Yin Ning’s face expression. At that moment, she met his eyes. As he imagined, she was calm and looked at him closely. She even tilted her eyes and looked at him with interest. It seemed to be saying what was wrong. Look at what I was doing.
At that moment, he felt that there was a bad boy lurking in her body, and his face was warmed by the sun, which made his cold lips smile warmly.
There is a feeling all over the world that takes his personal feelings for granted. This kind of feeling is called illusion, commonly known as narcissism.
It’s natural for a French beauty to see Jun Ling smile. It’s her smile, but except for the moment when Jun Ling was at a loss, she has never seen him move since. And if that woman really has IQ, it’s not hard to find that Jun Ling’s eyes have been looking at other places when she smiles. Maybe it’s quite straightforward to say that there is no her in his eyes.
In fact, French men are not bad at all. It is no wonder that the more outstanding Asian men are in a group of European countries, the more they will be favored by beautiful women.
When love is answered, the French beauty is excited to combine her hands and say a series of words in French. Yin Ning is listening quietly. Well, it’s beautiful French. If she is a man, she will be moved by her sincerity. It’s not impossible for her to be fascinated and accept it at the moment.
One side is a woman’s excited words, and the other side is a look on coldly. His fiancee Jun Ling is caught in the middle. If he doesn’t fair Yin Ning’s identity at this time, he may not be able to sit on the bench when he gets home.
While the beauty is still immersed in love, Junling has approached Yin Ningluo and put her hands on her shoulders to introduce her to the beauty. "aie, this is my fiancee dorohea."
Dorohea originated from the gift of Italian Emperor in English.
Yin Ningluo looked back at Jun Ling with surprise, and Jun Ling could tell that she would definitely look back at her, so his eyes met her in front of her, and Yin Ningluo saw the tenderness in men’s eyes.
The light moistened her eyebrows.
She doesn’t know that dorohea is his long-planned name. Today, this mysterious name has finally been unveiled. He wants to tell her that she is a gift from the emperor, and he should cherish and care for it.
Romance has become a common place in the eyes of French women. The French beauty named aie doesn’t seem to care much about Yin Ningluo’s name. She heard that Yin Ningluo is Jun Ling’s fiancee, and that love in her heart hasn’t diminished. She took a look at Yin Ningluo and then bluntly said to Jun Ling, "Without her, I still have a chance if your fiancee didn’t marry you." She took the initiative to take his arm in front of Jun Ling and blinked her playful eyes and said to Yin Ningluo, "dorohea maybe we can love jaen together. I don’t mind having one more you around her."
A woman will probably be angry if she hears this, but Yin Ningluo’s expression is uncharacteristically calm today, which is worse than a faint smile on her mouth. She looks at aie’s light-colored sweater coat with kind eyes, a small black leather jacket, English skirt, brown muffins and shoes, long hair and white skin, but freckles around her cheeks. She is a beautiful woman with deep eyes.
Aie reminds her of Huang Nvying, and she should thank her for reliving her memory.
God bless you by the roadside and go to Yin Ning’s side. There is a sly light in your dark eyes, pulling Yin Ning’s hand path. "Mom is a beautiful aunt."
Aie can’t understand this in Chinese, but Jun Ling has a feeling that he wants to hit the wall directly after listening to it. What is this? If you don’t help, forget it and deliberately discredit him. Jun Ling has a grievance in his eyes and wants to ask him if I am punished by your mother. Will you accompany him?
At this moment, Yin Ning’s collaterals have reacted, and she loosed her arms with the children, changing the previous gentleness and gracefulness and throwing the problem back to him.
How can Jun Ling, who has been with you for many years, not know Yin Ning’s temper? If she is angry, she is afraid of her calm appearance, but it makes him feel a little worried that her surface is calm. It can be said that the more angry she is.
Well, if he gets into trouble, let him solve it himself
Jun Ling smiled and took the line of sight back from Yin Ning’s body. Facing aie’s tall body, she stepped back a few steps. After a certain distance, her hands were in her pockets, and the dark eyes and the storm caused the sun to fall on Jun Ling’s wrist through the shadows on both sides of the road, reflecting the luster of the diamond table.
In French, Bai Junling said, "aie, let me tell you about my love. He is a new green slowly nourished by the sunshine. Before it was buried in the soil, it refused to come out, not because of shyness, but because it was waiting for its exclusive sunshine until one day he felt that the new green was mine and that sunshine touched it." Jun Ling stopped talking here and turned her eyes to Yin Ningluo. Her eyes became tender and gentle, and there was a touch of warmth at a distance.
He said aie, you are very kind, but it will not be my choice after all. Please respect love and yourself.
Because of this, Yin Ningluo’s mouth floated up and smiled. Perhaps a layer of cherry blossom red was added to the eyes facing each other affectionately. Don’t look away. Yin Ningluo stretched out his hand and touched the top of the child’s hair. Maybe everything was satisfied for her.
It is said that men and women in the world have passed the poison of love before they came to the world, and it is up to them to decide whether the antidote is long or short. If they are lucky enough to find the person with the antidote, they can get married. If they are unfortunate enough to find and eat another poison, waiting can be blood drying up and life dying.
On this day, none of them noticed that there was a black car behind them in the back seat of the Champs Elysé es not far away. That man was Guan Yang.
White shirt, black trench coat, trousers, leather shoes, gloomy from head to toe, black legs superimposed, one hand holding his forehead, and the window lowered. He leaned against the window and looked at everything over there.