My Little Happiness - Chapter 71

Ming’s eyelashes made her envious, but his eyes changed suddenly. The emotions under his eyes grew thicker and thicker, and finally overflowed from the end of the slightly picky eyes. Cong Rong felt his throat dry. He just wanted to say something, but he bowed his head unexpectedly and kissed it.

In fact, the two were separated by a mask, not a true kiss, but they could feel his breath, and the smell of disinfectant in the air seemed to be weak.

“Cough,” Chen Chu stood at the door of the ward a few meters away, his hands raised above his head, and his face was teased. “I really don’t want to disturb the two, but … Dr. Wen, the patient inside has turned your sign.”

Cong Rong blushed and kicked Wen Shaoqing. Wen Shaoqing wrapped her waist and led her into the stairwell, avoiding Chen Chu’s sight.

Cong Rong was still struggling with rage, and Wen Shaoqing spoke quietly, “Don’t move!”

For a moment, she forgot to struggle, and gave him the opportunity to lift her hands and pull off the masks of the two, covering her lips again, and gradually deepening the kiss she had never intended, moving from the corner of her mouth to the chin, gentle and meticulous. Grinding her chin …

Cong Rong raised his head and gasped lightly, fingers unconsciously grasped the fabric on his waist, and an ambiguous breath was flowing in the air. His side was pressed tightly to her cheek, warm and frantic, and he spoke in a low voice, full of temptation, but said nothing, but just called her name again and again, “Cong Rong … Cong Rong … ”

Chen Chuman’s helpless voice once again destroyed the atmosphere, “Dr. Wen, it’s really a business …”

Cong Rong was sober suddenly, struggling again in the next second, pushing away Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing didn’t force it this time, because she struggled out of his shackles.

He raised her eyebrows and looked at her. He smiled suddenly after a few seconds and rubbed her head. “Why is it always so disobedient? Sometimes I really want to beat you up.”

His language was soft and indulgent, and Cong Rong was stunned on the spot, staring straight at him without knowing how to react.

Suddenly Wen Shaoqing frowned and kissed her chin in her arms before letting go.

Before leaving, he laughed with satisfaction, “At that time, Shen Shen said that you have a tempting stock abstinence temperament, but I don’t agree. Who really likes the abstinence department, all people who like to see abstinence break the ring.”

Cong Rong looked at him stunnedly out of the stairwell, and it took a long time to scratch the wall angrily!

Cong Rong has always felt that Wen Shaoqing’s skill in prodding her is no more than that, but he didn’t expect him to have a hidden trick. Everyone said that he would n’t marry He Shao, and Wen Shaoqing … From this perspective, he was full of skills and could kill her directly.

She worked overtime for a few days that day. Most of the night she was fed by Wen Shaoqing for supper. It was still a languishing look. She yawned and went home to continue to work overtime. When Wen Shaoqing stood in the door and watched her, Suddenly stopped her.

“Cong Rong.”

Cong Rong turned around, “Ah?”

There was no smile on his face, and even the gentleness between his brows and eyes was gone. “How about I marry you? You can do it without having to work so hard, resign and do what you want to do at home, I will feed you . ”

Cong Rong’s complexion changed, “What are you talking about?”

Wen Shaoqing suddenly laughed, his tone light, “I’m kidding.”

Cong Rong’s face suddenly sank, and he gave Wen Shaoqing a deep look. There were complaints and grievances, and he was a little angry and angry. “Don’t you know that some things can’t be used as a joke? I’ll go back and write to you Lawyer’s letter! ”

Wen Shaoqing slightly raised his lips, “I said it’s a joke to let you quit your job and go home. I know your life goal is not a full-time wife. It’s serious to say to marry you.”

His eyes are serious and solemn. Cong Rong looked at the man who was a few steps away. The man she fell in love with during the Biennale had loved for so long, for so many years in the middle, they were so far away, so far apart Many things, she had thought a lot, but never thought that one day, he would stand in front of her and ask her, Cong Rong, how would I marry you.

The subject of the subject is unknown, there is no clear time, and there is no legal effect at all, but she was moved by a mess.

She lowered her head sharply, and tears fell straight from her eyes.

Cong Rong hesitated, “Did you really think about it? In fact, we … barely counted together for more than a year.”

Wen Shaoqing walked a few steps and stood in front of her, holding her hand, “Isn’t that enough? I think the time is just right. We have all experienced it in spring, summer, autumn and winter. We will spend each spring, summer, autumn and winter in the future. January you It hasn’t appeared yet. You slept next door in February. There was heavy rain in March. There were roses all over in April. We sat opposite each other in May, just like a dream. It was just like June, when the grass was blooming and fragrant everywhere. In July, sorrow and joy, Mai Lang tumbling together with the grass until the end of the world. August is August, and in August I keep my mouth like a bottle. In August, I am the water in the bottle, and you are the cloud of the blue sky. September and October are two. One eye, full of the sea, you are at sea, I am under the sea. ”

She also read the poem by the female poet, whispering, “November has not yet arrived, and I saw December through its window. The heavy snow in December is full.”

His palm was warm and dry. After a while, she finally found the courage to look up at him. When she looked up, her eyes remained firm. “Wen Shaoqing, you can think about it. The marriage law only protects your property, not your love.”

Wen Shaoqing smiled and pulled her into her arms, whispering in her ear, “I will protect my love.”

In the evening of summer, the temperature dropped, it was not so hot, the sky was still bright, and there was a sunset that hadn’t passed away. Cong Rong had just finished taking a shower, sitting in a wicker chair on the balcony to dry his hair, and watching the sunset glowed the balcony with flowers and watering. Wen Shaoqing came out of the kitchen, handed her a glass of ice lemon soda, and then sat next to her, watching the sunset glow as she watered the flowers and plants on the balcony.

Letting a handful of yogurt run out of the house, Wen Shaoqing opened it for him, and he lay on the ground and happily ate.

There is a mint leaf he just picked and washed in the cup, which floats lightly on the lemon slice. The fragrance is light and the aftertaste is melodious. When I stir it with a straw, I hear the sound of ice cubes touching the wall of the cup, and grunt. Bubble sound.

She took a shallow sip, leaned her head on his shoulder and continued to watch the sunset, he leaned on her side, took the cup and placed it next to it, then held her hand and continued to water the flowers and plants.

The two did not say a word, but they were unexpectedly warm and sweet.

When watering the flowers, he accidentally sprinkled water on Jean Yiang, and he rolled his tongue out on the ground with a smile.

Wen Shaoqing put down the shower and looked at it for a moment, then he solemnly said, “Lawyer Cong, it’s time to give Yiang Yiang a younger brother.”

“…” Cong Rong planted his head in his arms, why did he mention this topic again!

The summer is long, the flowers are charming, the breeze is blowing, and the room is full of fragrance.