Before he opened his eyes, the flap of his lips was kissed gently.

"Husband..."

Ling Luoyu's fragrance, like a pair of hands, instantly tore Feng Chenglin's heart, and the guard that had just been built collapsed.

His eyes opened suddenly: "San Shao..."

"Hate, call me Yu'er..." Ling Luoyu snuggled against him, his black eyes burning, and his lips were as beautiful as peach blossoms.

"Yuer..."

"Husband, go, let's go home..."

Ling Luoyu took Feng Chenglin's hand and walked home along the bustling street.

Feng Chenglin seemed to have lost his soul, quietly following her behind, staring at her without blinking.

This situation was something he had imagined countless times.

At that time, how much he hoped he would spend his whole life with the person in front of him and keep his white head together.

but--

Feng Chenglin suddenly thought of Mo Xuanchen, and his heart moved.

"Yuer..."

"Ok"

Ling Luoyu turned his eyes, answered sweetly, smiling like a flower.

"Do you remember Mo Xuanchen?!"

"Mo Xuanchen...who?!" Ling Luoyu widened his eyes curiously: "Is he your friend? Have I seen him?!"

Feng Chenglin's pupils shrank slightly: "Then do you remember Hao Qingyou?!"

"Qingyou? Husband, what are you talking about..." Ling Luoyu suddenly chuckled, "Why don't I remember? She is your second wife, my sister..."

"what?!"

Feng Chenglin felt like he was about to spray blood instantly.

"You mean... Hao Qingyou is mine... Lady..."

"Look at what you said... it seems like you are just the two of us..." Ling Luoyu gazed at her eyes, a little bit lamented: "You, you are always so greedy. You get a sister and another...our family. Now there are fifth ladies and sixth ladies, do you want to tell me that you have to get a seventh lady back?!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What the **** is going on? !

Seeing that Feng Chenglin's expression was wrong, Ling Luoyu squeezed his cheek gently.

"Don't worry, I won't be jealous...because I know you have always been the best to me..."

Feng Chenglin stood up suddenly, looking at Ling Luoyu with a faint look.

"Yuer..."

"what happened?"

"Can you call me your husband again?!"

"Husband, what's the matter with you?"

Ling Luoyu snuggled into his arms coquettishly and wrapped his hands around his neck.

"Husband, husband, husband..."

In the depths of Feng Chenglin's eyes, a layer of ripples appeared: "Yu'er, this may be the only time in this life I can hear you calling me like this..."

"Husband, what are you talking about? I can call you like this for a lifetime..."

Feng Chenglin stroked Ling Luoyu's cheek with his fingertips, a pain in his heart.

"I thought you were just my good brother, but deep down in my heart, I want to be your husband... Unfortunately, in this life, we are destined to miss... I first met you, but lost If you have the next life, I really hope to know you again...but, I know, your next life will not be mine..."

"Husband, what's the matter with you? How do you talk nonsense? What is this life and the next life?! I belong to you in this life..."

Before Ling Luoyu's words were finished, Feng Chenglin kissed her lips.

After a strong deep kiss, he suddenly pushed her away, turned and left without looking back.

"Husband, where are you going? You are back..."