Chapter 2827

"Qingxue, I swear, I swear I have no feelings for song Enya, and I have no feelings for other women! I know you, I decide you, I'm willing to keep you, only keep you No one will rob me, neither will they. I think you... "

Moyanchen's eyes showed precious tenderness. He kissed her forehead gently, and then kissed her eyes slowly. He kissed away her warm tears, and suddenly sealed her lips heavily.

"Yan Chen, I want to spend my life with you..." Meng Qingxue put his arm around his shoulder and said, "all my imagination about the future is like you. I have thought of giving up you, but I can't I can't... "

Muyanchen was extremely distressed. He suddenly felt that he really owed so much to this woman.

Always make her cry, always make her wait, always keep her empty.

At first, he thought, like those women, she didn't seem to be particularly special.

But it wasn't until the day he lost her that he searched the city for her as if he had lost his mind.

Only then did he realize that she had occupied such an important position in his mind.

At first with her, but because of her appearance, her body, can give him a fresh feeling.

But gradually later, her cleverness, his understanding, will not always give him so much burden, and even every time I come back to her side, there is a kind of home warmth.

Until later, when the passion became cold, love slowly lost its freshness, but became a habit.

I used to wake up with her in the morning.

Used to have her when frustrated.

Used to her gentle soft words.

Used to her warm arms.

Only then did he realize how important she was.

His birth and growing environment from childhood doomed him to be arrogant, but he lacked a sense of security and a sense of belonging.

Therefore, he always insists on building a fortress and closing himself in it.

In fact, he was incredibly vulnerable.

He admitted that he was not as good as Mozart.

Such a man, too perfect, too shiny, he kept chasing, in the end, he did his best, but still become a foil, a joke!

He is not willing, therefore, will be in her unintentional sentence, deeply hit vulnerable.

"Qingxue, I love you. I really love you."

These three words have been brewing in his heart for so long, but when he wants to express his love, he is ashamed of speaking, and forced back again.

But at the moment, no matter what, he will show her his heart!

"I want to give you the best life! I'll give you food and clothing at all costs! " Muyanchen gently mopped her sideburns and hooked her lips. "You don't want to think too much, and you don't have to fight. I'm yours, yours, huh? "

"Well..." Meng Qingxue only looked at the tears and held him tightly. She couldn't speak.

If I cut out my heart and hold it in front of you, do you know what I feel for you? So Will you treasure me a little more!?

How can you cherish me more?

Her words echoed in her ears.

Muyanchen's heart was as sharp as a thorn, and he hugged her more and more.

"From then on, I will cherish you more."

"Well..."