"I know how to do it, An'an, thank you."
Bai Ning became happy: "Shen Qing and I got the certificate yesterday." ” Joan pretended to be angry: "Why didn't you tell me?"
” Bai Ning smiled stupidly: "I'm so happy to be with him for the past two days, I'll forget about it." ” "That's good."
Qiao An was also very happy, she pulled Bai Ning up from the ground: "Let's go, it's not early, go back to class." ” In the afternoon, Qiao An returned home, Gu Zhiheng had just returned from the hospital, his leg recovered quickly, and Qiao An and Shuling gave Gu Zhiheng massage treatment at night.
While changing clothes in the bedroom, Qiao An and Gu Zhiheng talked about it.
"Yesterday, Ning Ning and Shen Qingrang got married."
Gu Zhiheng was stunned for a moment, and then said, "When are we going to get married?"
” He said that he was remarrying, but Joan didn't want to agree to him so quickly, after so many things, Joan knew that there was no room for others between the two, and there would be no more variables.
She smiled at Gu Zhiheng: "You chase me, after chasing me, we will talk for seven or eight years, and then I will consider whether to marry you." ” Gu Zhiheng: "......"
Before he could speak, he saw Qiao An walking out with Gu Muqiao in his arms, and Gu Zhiheng could only push the wheelchair to follow.
Soon, it was the end of the month.
Qingcheng was cold, it was drizzling every day, Gu Zhiqiu had already taken a holiday and returned to live at home, and Qiao Yan was also on vacation and returned to Binhai from the capital.
In the morning, Qiao An woke up and saw the photo Qiao Yan sent her, it was snowing on the coast, it was white, the earth was quiet, and it was very beautiful.
Qiao An read the photos one by one, and after that, she nestled in Gu Zhiheng's arms and said lazily: "I haven't seen snow for many years, and I don't know what it's like to step on snow." ” Qingcheng's geographical location determines that the city will never snow, and the coast is in the north, and Joan remembers that the snow there was dry like cotton.
Gu Zhiheng said: "Why don't we go to Binhai in the next two days?"
” Qiao An thought about it and refused: "Forget it, Mom and Dad and Xiaoyan are coming." ” Time flies so fast, it's another year in the blink of an eye, this year is the same as last year, everyone is celebrating the New Year in Qingcheng.
The only difference is that there is one more person this year, and she and Gu Zhiheng have children.
Seeing that the time was not early, Qiao An and Gu Zhiheng got up, he no longer needed to sit in a wheelchair, he walked with a pair of crutches, the doctor said that after a while, remove the steel plate inside, rest for a while, and his legs will be completely better.
Qiao An also asked Shu Ling if Gu Zhiheng would return to before, and Shu Ling said that it was okay, but the injury was too serious at the beginning, and when the doctor treated him, he cut the intact flesh on his leg to repair the injured place, which would leave an ugly scar.
Qiao An was relieved when she heard Shu Ling's words, she didn't care about scars, besides, Gu Zhiheng was a man, maybe he thought that a man would be good if he had some scars.
When the two arrived downstairs, Song Yun and Gu Qingzhu were bathing Gu Muqiao, and there were two nannies standing next to them.
Gu Muqiao is only more than two months old, white and tender, smiling when he sees people, pure and harmless.
Every time Qiao An sees her son, her mother's love is overflowing, and she can't tolerate Gu Zhiheng in her eyes anymore.
For example, now, she forgot about Gu Zhiheng.
"Baby, call Mommy."
She trotted over and squatted next to Song Yun.
Song Yun laughed at her: "It will take at least ten months to speak." ” Qiao An frowned: "It's going to take so long?"
” "That's how you grew up."
"My mom said I was born to talk and walk."