and share this life with affection

He told her little by little with actions.

This thing is not ugly.

It was also him who spent the rest of his life telling her that she was no longer alone.

He had been loving her very hard.

"Really, are you ready?" Zhou Suihuai lowered his head and looked at Bian Zhi's expression with great caution.

The next second Bian Zhi nodded, he could clearly see Zhou Suihuai's eyes darkening, and then she was laid down on the bed.

The night was very dark, and the sound of breathing came from inside the house, and then slowly dispersed into the night.

Early the next morning.

When Zhou Suihuai was making breakfast for Bian Zhi downstairs, Yuan Yining and Zhou Guotao came and knocked on the door.

They didn't expect Zhou Suihuai to be at home.

So I was stunned for a moment after entering the door.

Zhou Suihuai hadn't been alone in the same space with them for a long time. When he suddenly saw them, Yuan Yining and Zhou Guotao's emotions suddenly became a little subtle.

"Sui Huai, aren't you filming today?" Yuan Yining wanted to speak.

They saw yesterday's news and also read the comments below.

Bian Zhihao spent hundreds of millions to make a ring for Zhou Suihuai. I'm sorry to say that their family was so broke that they couldn't come up with something like this to give to Bian Zhi.

Yuan Yining looked at the jewelry that was intended for Zhou Suihuai to marry, and was silent for a moment, but she also felt that the jewelry she had prepared should be given to Bian Zhi.

So I came here early in the morning.

Zhou Suihuai was originally baking bread in the kitchen. When he saw Yuan Yining and others coming in, he poured a glass of water for each of them.

"Well, I came back to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday with Xiaoguai."

Yuan Yining's hand holding the water glass paused at this moment.

Zhou Suihuai is a person who pays great attention to festivals. He used to go home during every festival even when he was busy, but now, he hasn't gone back for a long time.

They used the banner of doing his best but instead pushed him far away.

Zhou Suihuai is the most caring and soft-hearted child, but now, he is so alienated from them.

Yuan Yining felt a little sad. She had a cold today and had a nasal sound when she spoke. "Well," she didn't have the right attitude to say anything blaming. It was strange that when facing Bian Zhi, they were easier to speak, but Facing Zhou Suihuai, there was a lingering embarrassment after all, "It's pretty good."

Zhou Suihuai nodded.

For a moment, the living room fell silent.

"You are making breakfast for Zhizhi, right?"

Yuan Yining finally said this dryly.

Zhou Suihuai nodded.

Yuan Yining: "Then you get busy." With a smile that was not embarrassing, Yuan Yining waved his hand, "We just stopped by for a walk. Well, you get busy first."

Zhou Suihuai looked at them for a few times, then nodded after being silent for a while, "Okay." '

Zhou Suihuai went to the kitchen.

Yuan Yining raised his head when he turned around. The sunlight in the living room regrouped. Zhou Suihuai was very tall. The broken shadow of the sunlight fell from above his head, leaving a silhouette that was neither light nor heavy, stiff and silent.

Having said that, it’s time to leave.

But Yuan Yining was reluctant to leave. For a long time, she could only watch Zhou Suihuai, her proudest and most filial son, through TV.

Zhou Suihuai is always playful, his eyes are bright when he smiles, he likes to play, he also likes to make trouble, and he likes to talk a lot.

In the past, she only hoped that the child would be more stable and less formal, but now that the one-year-old Huai has really become what she imagined, she is not used to it.

She suddenly doubted the former Zhou Suihuai, who was playful, lazy, and scolded by a rich and noble son: I just want to be a little rice bug.

She hadn't heard similar words for a long time.

Zhou Guotao pulled Yuan Yining and indicated that she should leave.

Yuan Yining couldn't find any reason to stay, but he really didn't want to leave.