The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

At night, return to tranquility.

After Jian Hongtian and Jian Xidu left, Ye Yuchen stood in the quiet corridor by himself, looking through the glass windows with his hands on the streets of Ancheng at night.

The neon lights are gorgeous and busy.

The hustle and bustle of the city seems to have nothing to do with Ye Yuchen at this moment, his heart is extremely quiet, even a little empty.

Taking a deep breath, the man turned and walked back to the ward.

"Qinqin, wake up..."

Ye Yuchen sat beside Mu Wanqing's bed, and he reached out and stroked the girl's willow brows, smoothing the frowning brows.

"I miss you a bit." The man called in a dumb voice, his eyes flushed again, "I miss your pineapple rice."

Rose Garden’s astronomical pineapple rice cooked by Mu Wanqing.

He still remembered that a bowl of 200,000, and a bite cost 10,000 yuan... He had a bad stomach, so he should eat less pineapple, so the girl made it into egg fried rice without pineapple.

Ye Yuchen's throat moved slightly, "When you get better, let's go back to the rose garden, you can make it for me, eh?"

The man's voice trembled, and his heart trembled.

He was really afraid that he would never have this chance again... he was really afraid that he would never eat her pineapple rice again, and could not see her smiling and playful demanding money.

Ye Yuchen not only missed her pineapple rice...

He missed everything crazy about her.

He missed her smile like a flower, missed her singing charmingly on the stage, missed her smiling and calling his name... miss her.

"I remember what you said."

Ye Yuchen slowly bent over, and gently dropped a kiss between Mu Wanqing's eyebrows, and stayed for a long time, "Marry you, marry you, marry you, and I will say important things three times."

He doesn't want the next life, he will marry her in this life.

It seems that after hearing Ye Yuchen's words, Mu Wanqing's feather eyelashes trembled slightly, but the thick black eyelashes melted into the night, but they were not noticed...

She only felt that she had a long dream.

It hurts, I was in a cold sweat.

Mu Wanqing clutched her chest, and every step she took seemed to produce tearing pain, making her almost want to give up going forward, but there seemed to be a kind of guidance in her mind.

Surrounded by blooming flower fields, the red flowers of the other bank are as dazzling as blood, and the air is still filled with a strange fragrance, which makes people feel a little lost...

"After drinking Mengpo Tang, you will forget him."

"Cross the Naihe Bridge, you will be free."

"Give up, you will sleep here, no more pain..."

The ethereal voice echoed in this deep and endless **** corridor, accompanied by bursts of echoes, blew the blue ghost fire in the lamps on both sides...

Mu Wanqing raised her eyes, she looked at the endless darkness, the songs she had sung in her ears, and the pictures of her life were still echoing in her mind.

She kissed him lingeringly.

She said that her wish was to accompany him on his birthday.

And he tolerated all her unreasonable troubles.

Even proposing affectionately over and over again...

"Mu Wanqing, marry me."

"Qingqin, I'll say it again... marry me."

"Marry me, all my money is yours."

"Mu Wanqing answered me, would you marry me now?"

"Qing Qing, marry me, I will protect you."

"So, when are you going to marry me?"

Mu Wanqing froze suddenly, she raised her eyes to look at the lonely bridge not far away, and took a step back without a trace.

She shook her head, "No..."