If you like one, you always want to give her the ultimate pampering.For Junling, Yin Ningluo is the person he wants to pamper the most.Someone who was reading to Ning Luo suddenly thought of a sentence in his mind, and I don't know who said it: If you love someone, you want to spoil her as a cripple.At first glance, the word "crippled" sounds a bit extreme, but it seems that only people in love can deeply appreciate the meaning it represents.Jun Ling fell into it and couldn't help but laugh.The deep eyes quietly fell on the top of Yin Ningluo's hair and kissed gently.For Jun Ling's intimacy, Ning Luo was used to it, so when he kissed himself, Ning Luo wrapped around Jun Ling's waist and stuck to his chest, greedy for this beauty.People and feelings blend into the scene, and they don't feel discordant at all.Yin Ningluo likes hyis's poetry collection, so Jun Ling read it along, there are historical records, hyis is a legendary woman.Even Ning Luo often said to Jun Ling that Hyos's words have an ethereal beauty, like mountain spring water in early autumn, trickling and flowing.Condensation respects this poetess from the bottom of her heart.It quickly resonates emotionally with it.It's just that the autumn water is clear, and it can't help but be cold.After reading the poem for a long time, you can feel the faint sadness hidden between the lines.Jun Ling and Ning Luo's emotional cognition is just the opposite, since they met, Yin Ning Luo has been by Jun Ling's side, she is happy and sunny by nature, it is really far from these poems and paintings, reading is good, but Jun Ling does not want Yin Ning Luo to indulge in this, which affects the state of mind.Closing the book, Jun Ling sat upright, crossed his hands together, put them on his chest, and said something happy."
Ning'er, it's the Spring Festival in a few days, what New Year's gift do you want me to give you" The New Year gift is an agreement between Jun Ling and Yin Ningluo, every year during the Spring Festival, Jun Ling will give Ning Luo a very special gift to please her.I still remember that in the first three years, Yin Ningluo spent all her time in a wheelchair, and every time, when Jun Ling asked her what gift she wanted, she actually wanted her legs to stand up quickly, and then she could be by his side like an ordinary woman and celebrate the New Year happily.The room was brightly lit, Yin Ningluo sat beside Jun Ling, and saw Jun Ling's side face, with soft curves, thin lips slightly pursed, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes, embedded with light.The expression is serene.Generally, Jun Ling's words like this mean that he is already thinking about what gift to give Yin Ningluo.Now that everything has passed, Yin Ningluo also has the ability to take care of himself.Entering the fourth New Year of her life with Jun Ling should be her happiest year, this year, she regained her ability to act, and while she gained love, she also had her parents by her side, and she should have it.If you ask her what kind of New Year's gift she wants, Yin Ningluo only hopes that the man she cares about the most will be happy in this life.And she herself is willing to be the woman who gives him happiness.It would be best if the wish could come true.Just when Ning Luo poured all the tenderness into Jun Ling, Jun Ling suddenly turned around, connecting Ning Luo's affectionate eyes, looking at each other, in each other's eyes, except for each other, other things could no longer enter their eyes.Jun Ling's heart rippled, all because he found a shy smile on the corner of Ning Luo's mouth.It's not because of him, but because of who this night, a woman threw a stone in Junling's heart lake, causing ripples.No man can be indifferent in front of his beloved woman, and the same is true for Jun Ling.Raising his hand, he flicked a blow on Condensation's forehead.The smile on the corner of his lips did not decrease, "If you continue to look at it like this, I will be seen through by you, have you thought about what gifts you want this year" When Jun Ling was looking forward to the result, Yin Ningluo's head had already leaned on Jun Ling's shoulder and held Jun Ling's hand.Coquettish like a child, she said: "As long as you send it, I like it very much, for me, this year is the first New Year after my recovery, the two of us are together, and it means a lot."
So, we should swap roles, and the New Year's gifts will be given by me and you will receive them. ”There was a sense of pride spreading in Jun Ling's chest, he reached out to touch Ning Luo's face, smiled gently, like a father's love for his daughter, the reason why he unconditionally let Yin Ning Luo lean on his shoulder was nothing more than to want her to know that he was her backer.As a man, Jun Ling plays a variety of roles in Yin Ningluo's life, father, brother, and the man who guards him.In the three years that she has been with her, Junling has witnessed Yin Ningluo's growth, and I don't know when, the child who has always been held in the palm of his hand has grown up and knows that love is mutual."
Okay, it's up to you."
This is Jun Ling's explanation of love pampering.The blue sky of the Xishan villa is like washing, and the warm winter sun is like a mother's hands, lovingly caressing the creatures of the earth.Zhang Yuqing, with Ou Chenyi's encouragement, finally rang the doorbell with apprehension.Ding Dong sounded, and it happened that Lin Wanru had just come out of the room and saw that there was no one in the living room, so she went to open the door."
Who" Lin Wanru opened the door, and when she saw Zhang Yuqing, she was shocked, and the whole person was stunned.Zhang Yuqing, who has the same feelings as Lin Wanru, has been separated for four years, and when she sees her mother again, her mood is even more complicated.opened his mouth, and wanted to call Lin Wanru: "Mom", but the word was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.Her eyes hurt from the burn.Originally, she wanted to step forward and hug Lin Wanru, but her feet just took a step forward, but she retreated timidly.was full of guilt, reminding Zhang Yuqing all the time that she should not come back to this home.Just when she felt lonely and helpless, Ou Chenyi clenched her hand.Take the initiative to resolve the embarrassment of the mother and daughter.Meeting Lin Wanru's eyes, the smile on the corner of Ou Chenyi's mouth was kind, "Mom, I came back with Yuqing to see you." ”Lin Wan seemed to be confused by Ou Chenyi's mother's scream, and before he could react from the incident of Zhang Yuqing's sudden return, his eyes had shifted mechanically to Ou Chenyi, looking at the pair in front of him, which brought Lin Wanru a lot of shock.Although many years ago, she knew that Ou Chenyi was sincere to Zhang Yuqing, but now, she really didn't have the courage to suddenly let Lin Wanru accept Ou Chenyi as Zhang Yuqing's husband.The atmosphere around seemed even more awkward than it had just been.Just when Lin Wanru felt at a loss, Zhang Xiaotian suddenly appeared.Seeing his wife's pale face, Zhang Xiaotian's eyebrows frowned, holding Lin Wanru's face, his voice was a little anxious, "Why is your face so ugly" Fortunately, Zhang Xiaotian suddenly appeared, stroked her cheek that had no temperature at the moment with his palm, and looked at her husband, Lin Wanru didn't know how to speak.Don't look away and look out the door.Because he didn't know the reason, Zhang Xiaotian also looked over with his wife's gaze, and outside the door, Ou Chenyi took Zhang Yuqing's hand and called Zhang Xiaotian respectfully, "Dad, I'm back to see you with Yuqing." ”When Zhang Xiaotian saw Zhang Yuqing, it was exactly the same as Lin Wanru's previous reflection, and the whole person froze in place like an ice sculpture.The moment she saw her father, a mist rose in front of Zhang Yuqing's eyes, and she immediately knelt down in front of Lin Wanru and Zhang Xiaotian, "Dad, mother, daughter is not filial, daughter can finally come back to see you." ”On the cold marble floor, Ou Chenyi knelt with his wife, just to ask for the forgiveness of Zhang Xiaotian and Lin Wanru------ digression------ begging for collection, begging for popularity, Momoda: