"You want me to."

He Bingxiao, this rough man doesn’t like weddings.

"No more."

"Aren't you aggrieved?"

Wronged?

Diandian grew up happily and carefree by their side, carrying his flesh and blood in her belly. Now she rides on his shoulders and is raised like a piglet by him. Her days are like a gurgling spring stream in the mountains, sweet and joyful.

It's full of his love.

He Bing lowered his body, hugged his neck tightly with his two small hands, and whispered in his ear with her bright red mouth, saying in a voice that only two people could hear, "You are not as good as the spring breeze ten miles away."

Ye Ming curled his lips and smiled lovingly.

The spring breeze is not as good as you.
Chapter completed!