……
Xiao Jing gently but strongly picked up Anyan from behind. Now her posture is more convenient for him to directly pick up her. Anyan turned to look at him. One room was bright and not as dim as before. She squinted half-heartedly, and Xiao Jing was affectionate.
Fingers are still holding the ring, but eyes are always shining on his face. Xiao Jing’s thin lips gently pull a little radian and sip her mouth, then put her on the sofa next to the coffee table.
He reached out and held her finger, and the hardness of the ring was slightly cold across him. He sighed against her forehead and let go.
There is a smell of food floating in the air, and there is a small dish of exquisite and beautiful pasta and a glass of water in the coffee table before the bow, and the subtle heat slowly rises and disperses in the air.
Both of them were silently silent for a few seconds. After casting a glance at Xiao Jingran, they simply picked up the food in front of them, sat cross-legged on the sofa, nibbled at the white neck and necklace, and occasionally she swallowed food and was charming and charming.
Xiao Jing put his fingers on his knees and shook his throat. Somehow, he was a bit tight, staring at Anyan like a cannibal.
While eating quietly, someone doesn’t realize anything and still deals with the inside of his hand gracefully.
"Xiao Jing" An Yan turned his head. "Why should I wear the ring around my neck?"
What should I wear around my neck? This question is simple, isn’t it?
The ring should mean something in the name, but now that it’s on the neck, it means that someone doesn’t want to wear it.
He swallowed and kept staring at her. "If you don’t want to wear it on your finger, I’ll settle for second best."
"I" quietly looked at his face like disappointment and indifference. I couldn’t find words to laugh at the moment. "But it’s better to wear it when I get married, but Poria cocos really can’t come …"
She stared at his deep eyes and slowly said no, then continued to eat leftover noodles.
Xiao Jing looked at her quietly, and her eyebrows were all gathered. "What wants poria cocos?"
The woman paused for a moment and her eyelids trembled. It took a while before she said, "I’m afraid you can’t take care of it alone. Since you think it’s nothing, forget it."
When a plate of noodles has seen the bottom, Xiao Jing gives her the water on the coffee table, but the eyes are still on her.
She deliberately ignored her sight, bowed her head and drank slowly. The water temperature was just right, neither too cold nor too hot. Was it so good when she looked at him accidentally?
Hot water just turns into warm water after eating noodles?
She looked up at him while sipping water. "Don’t you think it’s not good to put a ring on my neck?"
It is best to wear the ring on your finger and neck, which is the second best way.
"Well," Xiao Jing’s voice sounded dull like it came from the depths of his throat. He slowly reached out and touched the soft long hair in front of him. "It’s not bad that we are going to get married, Mrs. Xiao."
He held Anyan in his arms and chin against her smooth forehead. "Anyan, what kind of wedding do you want?"
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An Yan consciously buckled his fingers and half closed his beautiful eyes, and he was sleepy. His thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, but his face was pale and confused.
Once she thought about this question more than once, the wedding must be grand, not known to everyone, less glamorous and less satisfying. After all, her former personality was so overbearing and pampered.
At that time, she ignored many people, and it was simply a daring appearance. If she wanted to provoke herself or provoke Xiao Jing, she would personally solve the problem of forbearance.
Later, I married him because I liked him so much that I thought whether there was a wedding or not meant that I wanted him to be with her. At the wedding, I wanted a ring, no audience, no priest, and I wanted him in front of her.
And now, "get a license, don’t get married."
Her voice was dyed with a layer of cool thin and indifference. Now she has passed that daydream time, or he took her away. Xiang Xiao’s happiness and strength are not as enthusiastic as before
Xiao Jing bowed his head and kissed her mouth and didn’t react too much to what she said. "We’ll go to Ireland to get a license and then go back to Wencheng for a wedding."
Ireland … An Yan moved her finger. Is this city really going to let herself and her lover stay together for life as they say?
She doesn’t know, but now the heartache and the neck ring have brought her a little biting cold.
An Yan’s lips burst into a faint smile and said nothing.
……
Xiao Jing handled things in his room on the afternoon of January 19th.
Anyan made him a cup of tea as usual, spent a while with him and then went back to the bedroom to take a nap.
Before going to bed, she called Luochuan.
That voice is extremely lazy with Luochuan’s trademark smile. "Hey, it’s Mrs. Xiao. What brings you to call me?"
An Yan is too lazy to talk to him directly and cut to the chase. "Are you and Xiao Jing very good?"
"Well, if he doesn’t mind, we can call each other brothers, but I’m a brother and he’s a brother." After a pause, Luochuan asked, "Mrs. Xiao, why do you ask this?"
He and Xiao Jingke have no foundation, so they can’t be together. It’s just that Xiao Jing has been in contact with him for a long time, and Xiao Jing has told him a lot of things, and the two of them are barely familiar with each other.
-digression–
Yi Geng ps Anyan didn’t get any cancer, incurable disease, ha
Chapter 23 of the first volume is about me wearing rags, shoes and socks.
Accurately speaking, he Luochuan has a little man-to-man affection for Xiao Jing (…)
Yan Yan closed his eyes. "He said that you are young and have you …"
Luochuan interrupted her, narrowed his eyes and smiled at the other end, then said, "He’s right, I’m young, and I might be able to cure you."
She’s sick?
An Yan was about to say something, but Luochuan said before her, "Mrs. Xiao, do you know that you have a serious mental illness?"
After a moment of silence, Anyan pinched her finger and said to the other end, "So I’m calling to thank you for not telling him."
Luochuan laughed. "It doesn’t seem to matter whether you say it or not. Won’t he find out when you grow up? There is nothing wrong with your body, but serious mental illness will cause physical changes in your body. Suppose something like nosebleeds comes a few times. What will happen to him? "
After a pause, Luochuan continued to speculate, "My second major is psychology, and you may not know that my major is better than many experts in psychology. If your health is out of order again, he will take you to the hospital, and then the doctor will tell him that there is nothing wrong with your health. Do you think you will feel that there is nothing wrong with his IQ?"
"So what do you want to say?"
Luochuan coughed and returned to just fooling around. "Come here together and I’ll take a look at it for you. Maybe your leg is cured and even people are cured."
An Yan sneered, "Are you so kind?"
"Can’t ah who told him to give more money glistening silver will I hit the dead that …"
After a while, Yan Yan said softly, "Do you believe it? I won’t give him a chance to find out. "
Because she had left before he found out completely.
On the afternoon of January 19th.
Anyan dialed a word back to Wencheng and still called LuQingshallow.