explained in a whisper: "my baby is crying. I must have picked up the baby first. I didn't have time to pick up what was falling on the ground.""Mr. Lu, this time, I really didn't mean to."after sile...Chapter 780
Shen Xiaojun and Sunan may not have a chance.
leave a way back for Sunan's love.
"he knows full well that you are married, and our relationship is stable, and he is always pestering you. You also say that there is only brother and sister between you. I am not jealous or messing with you. You probably don't know that he misses you a long time ago."
Zhan Yin poked Haitong's forehead sour.
Hai Tong touched the poked place and said innocently, "I've known him since I was a child. I watched him grow up and always regarded him as my own cousin. Who thought he would like me"
"it's not my fault. I didn't take the initiative to mess with him. "
Hai Tong said, hugging his arm and walking out of the house with him, saying, "someone likes me, doesn't prove that Grandma has a good eye, and has chosen a good wife for you."
Zhan Yin laughed and said, "Yes, Grandma has a good eye and chose a good wife for me."
"that is, I am your good wife, your bad temper, that is, I can tolerate you, the second woman would have quarreled with you, the cold war to the end."
Zhan Yin thought to himself that he would not marry if he had a second woman.
"my dear wife, then you must continue to tolerate me. We still have a long way to go. I think I can live to be a hundred years old. If you live to be 95 years old, you will still have to tolerate me for 70 years."
Hai Tong looked at him and said, "if you live a long life, I will be five years short."
"I am five years older than you. I am a hundred years old, and you will be 95 years old. When we live together, we will die together."
Haitong: ".
this selfish man.
can't she live to be a hundred years old is he 105
then both husband and wife are centenarians.
however, it is enough to live to be 95.
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she is not greedy. She can live for eighty years.
"Zhan Yin, how many admirers do you have"
"I don't know."
"No count"
"only one admirer has ever expressed his love to me, but of course I refused. As for whether there are any other admirers, I really don't know. If people don't say so, how can I know"
Zhan Yin is telling the truth.
he really doesn't know how many admirers there are.
many people say that he has countless admirers, but Shang Xiaofei is the only one who has expressed his love to him.
others may not have the guts.
"does that admirer of yours still haunt you now I haven't heard you say it before. "
after the couple got out of the elevator, Zhan Yin naturally hugged her by the shoulder and said, "you haven't asked me about feelings. If you don't ask, I won't say anything, lest you be jealous."
Haitong: ". I am not jealous, unlike you, narrow-minded, always jealous. At the beginning, I insisted that I was never jealous. I didn't know the taste of vinegar. Haha, I hit you in the face. I see you, your face is swollen every day, and you beat it yourself. "
Zhan Yin bowed her head, took a bite on her face, her eyes were full of tenderness, and admitted, "I have a hard mouth, I have long liked you, and I won't admit it. I'm obviously sour, but I don't admit to being jealous, because you made me make an exception countless times, and let me throw stones at my feet countless times."
"my foot was so smashed that I almost broke it."
Haitong thought of his awkwardness at that time and thought it was quite funny.
they both belong to love after marriage, and their feelings are cultivated by them little by little. They have also had conflicts, cold wars and misunderstandings. Fortunately, after communication, both of them have survived the emotional crisis safely and did not end their marriage.
"who is the admirer who confessed his love to you"
asked Haitong gossiping.e doesn't move out, let her pay the rent."Dead fat woman, beat her like this, she will never make it easy for this dead fat woman.Yang Yang wants to live with her parents in the future, and her parent...