Crazy villains for redemption, I was reborn three times

The gurgling mood this afternoon is obviously a little ordinary.

It was Qiao Sui who had a good meal to coax him.

In the end, he said, "Mother, although Jingmo is good, and Gu Congcong also likes it very much, but he just made mother so sad when he came home, and my son still feels that it is not appropriate."

"After all, he is a member of the Xiao family and the royal family, not our child. You have taken care of him with the utmost benevolence, and if others know his relationship with our family, I am afraid that both we and Jingmo will get into trouble. "

With a smile on his face, he analyzed the pros and cons clearly. After speaking, he nodded slightly before leaving.

Qiao Sui had a good analysis in his mind before he could barely comprehend what he was thinking.

After figuring it out, he couldn't help complaining to Yan Muhan.

"Look at your elder son's white-cut black look, he really resembles you ten to ten times. I was wrong. I was in a daze about who this kid's temperament is like. I was so wrong. It turned out that everything There are traces to follow, and it all follows Dad."

Yan Muhan bent his lips.

"That's it."

He said, "So you think he did something wrong?"

Qiao Sui glanced at him sideways, "What's wrong?"

How can my baby look wrong on her face.

Yan Muhan's smile deepened.

Murmur's luck is much better than his.

Yan Muhan looked at her, "Didn't you already feel that Gu Gou is a bit like me, and that's why you always have a preference for him in your heart?"

As soon as his words came out, Qiao Sui really got thinking.

It stands to reason that Chan Chan really resembled him if he was to be said to be like him. The mouth, eyebrows, eyes and nose of the father and daughter were as if they were carved out of the same mold.

Cong Cong looked like her, and Qiao Sui even teased him that he looked like Josnian's own son.

The older he grows up, the more obvious the resemblance to his uncle becomes.

But is it because she has long felt that this child is more similar to Mu Han, that she always has a little preference for him?

Qiao Sui suddenly realized that it seemed to be the case.

Because Qiao Sui has always felt lonely since he was a child, and his heart is murmuring. Sometimes, sometimes, he always looks like the epitome of Yan Muhan.

"Miss, you love me so much."

Yan Muhan looked at her and smiled.

Qiao Sui seemed to be a cat whose hair had been stroked until it exploded, shaking all over, "If you're an old couple, don't say such sour things."

Yan Muhan said, "No, just say it."

He lowered his voice, his tone was fatally provocative.

"If I don't say anything, I will feel uneasy all day. Miss, do you really have the heart?"

Looking at his lowered eyes, Qiao Sui began to be in a trance, thinking of the cautious young man, the young man full of love, the man whose temples turned white at a young age for him.

It's all him.

They used to walk one after the other under the setting sun step by step, and the two green shadows were elongated by the evening light.

They once went against the eyes of the world, sleeping together on the same couch with almost taboo identities, relying on each other, needing each other, lingering and inseparable.

They have also lived apart, and they have also died.

It took thousands of sails to build today's day.

As long as you recall it again, you will have the sourness and pain, and the coexistence of sweetness and attachment.

Qiao Sui felt in a daze that this man was always demagogic.

Just like her, who was brought into those distant memories by his few words, and then stared at him in a daze, didn't she just fulfill his wish and let him get whatever he wanted?

Even if there is a child, the most important person in Yan Muhan's heart is still only this one.

No matter how far in the future, no matter how long this permanent change lasts, he thinks, he will hold her in his arms as he does today.

Under his expression, of course, Qiao Sui could only say, "I love you, I like you the most."

And even after all these years, when she said those words, he still leaned down and kissed her with a smile.

Then the rest happened quite naturally.

Even Qiao Sui sometimes thinks, isn't it all about the seven-year itch, all relationships will fall into a dangerous period after seven years.

Qiao Sui recalled when was the last dangerous period.

To be honest, there is not.

And because the impression was so deep, Qiao Sui still remembers it vividly.

Overall very impressed.

At that time, it seemed that it was because, on Yan Qingyin's memorial day, she also worshiped as usual as usual, but who knew that she just drank two cups as usual and fell down in front of Yan Qingyin's grave.

That happened for several days. After waking up, I saw him sitting in front of the bed, silent, like a ghost.

She didn't know what happened at the time, and she was rarely confused, but when she saw him worried, she apologized.

Say sorry for worrying him a lot.

But he was very angry, glared at her viciously, and asked her if she wanted to go to Yan Qingyin, no matter how Qiao Sui explained, he would not listen.

She explained to him non-stop for almost half a month, but he just couldn't take it anymore, and then Qiao Sui got really annoyed, and after that, she didn't want to talk to him too much.

During that time, there was a pretty good-looking little girl, um, she seemed to be the daughter of a non-member, and she fell in love with him.

Hmm... all kinds of courtesies.

He probably wanted to annoy her and asked her to see him a few times on purpose.

That woman even came to provoke her twice.

At that time, he stayed awkwardly in the study at night, and Qiao Sui would often stare at the murmuring and murmur who was still young and didn't understand anything at night.

After about two days, she calmed down and calmly mentioned the matter of reconciliation to him.

Although on the surface she was very calm, in fact, her heart was almost twisted into a twist for herself at that time, and even her breathing was painful.

She didn't want to, but she felt that there might be no way to continue.

After all, Yan Qingyin's death still couldn't let go to him, and he was probably tired too.

Qiao Sui felt that if he thought that girl was okay, there was nothing wrong with him choosing that girl.

Then, she saw the scariest expression on his face that she had ever seen in her life.

The canthus is about to split, and the veins are bulging. To say it is eerie is an understatement, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it is ferocious.

Qiao Sui still remembers the bewildered and extremely angry voice that seemed to come from his chest at that time, "What did you say?"

……

After the happy cloud and rain for both of them ended, Yan Muhan put his arms around Qiao Sui and saw her in a daze, "What are you thinking?"

Qiao Sui said, "I'm thinking about the time we almost made up!"

Yan Muhan also brought back some obviously not good memories.

But every time when talking about that time, Yan Muhan always denied it, he snorted softly.

"We never had a close call."

"I said it a long time ago." Yan Muhan said, "Miss has only one way to get rid of me."

He took her hand and placed it on his chest, and he could still faintly feel the beating of his heart.

He said, "Only the young lady stabs it here with a knife and makes it stop."

"I am very difficult to kill, but if you do it, I don't think I will resist."

Qiao Sui didn't think it was a sweet talk at all. She gritted her teeth and wanted to kill him, so she couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, "Crazy."

He kissed her side cheek sweetly.

Qiao Sui, "..." convinced.

Thanks to her caring about him and loving him, if it were someone else, either he would die or the two of them would die together.

This person is really helpless.