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Fu Haitang caressed her cheek gently and looked at the watery confusion in her peach blossom eyes. At this moment, there was only one thought lingering in Rukujing's chest, as long as she said she loved him, he would give anything.

"Wife, as long as the two of us are together, no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you. Including the entire Fu family, whether it is your backing or your weapon. As long as you want it, as long as I have it, I will do it. for you."

These words were like a stone falling. The dam in Song Weiyu's heart had burst, and what overflowed was this man's sincere heart.

She didn't expect that Fu Haitang would not give up despite being hurt and stepped on by her so many times.

His supreme dignity that never bowed seemed to have no effect as long as he was in front of her.

Not just this time, it has been like this for the past 30 years.

His love is not only the tenderness and haziness of the moon, but also the heat and determination of the sun.

"Fu Haitang...am I worth it?"

"You deserve it, you deserve it, of course you deserve it! Honey, you don't know how much I love you. I... do you know what I have been thinking about these three days? I was thinking about how I would live without you. When I thought about opening my eyes every day and not seeing you in my arms, I felt that I might as well die." At the end, his voice was so hoarse that he could not make a single note.

His logical thinking, which he used to be able to express in eloquent sentences without reading the speeches, was of no use at this moment, and his tone was full of pleading and uncertainty.

What he said did not match his words, and he said whatever came to his mind. Only those two hands tightly clasping the person in his arms were extremely firm.

"Honey, if you divorce me, who will make you a cheongsam? I can memorize your size with my eyes closed. Also, who will choose a color for you and paint your nails? Who will help you pick up those bottles you throw away? Jar jars, put them away in categories? What if you can’t find your pearl earrings again?”

Fu Haitang held her back with one hand, and slowly rubbed her cheek with the other hand. His words were gentle and slow, with an aggrieved tone.

Song Weiyu laughed bitterly at his words, but looked at him with shining eyes.

Those bright eyes seemed to hide the sparkling sea. Fu Haitang never expected that such eyes would one day belong to him.

Song Weiyu raised his lips and smiled, blinked, and his brown pupils were full of men: "For so many years, these details are all due to your kindness to me. It seems that I really only enjoy your love, but I have never been to you." What kind of thought have you put into it?”

Belated reflection, belated affection. She sighed, trying to remind Fu Haitang of her ruthlessness.

But Fu Haitang said: "Yes, wife, you forgot that you will help me wear the leather shoes."

Song Weiyu was stunned. The two looked at each other, their eyes were red, but they unconsciously raised their lips and chuckled.

This smile softens the memory.

Fu Haitang has a quirk. He doesn't like to wear brand-new leather shoes. He would feel uncomfortable if it was too new and too bright, but once the uppers encountered slight scratches, he would not wear them again.

So he often wears new shoes.

But every time the new shoes he ordered were delivered to his home, Song Weiyu must first wear them for a walk around the house, making a few small wrinkles on the surface of the leather shoes, scratches on the soles, and dust on the uppers before wearing them.

So every morning and evening, Fu Zhai could often see Song Weiyu holding a water pipe for watering the flowers and walking in the yard with leather shoes that were 6.7 sizes larger than her feet and looked like a boat.

She was either watering flowers or fish. Seeing the koi in the pond being disturbed by her, she laughed so hard.

Then he pulled the leather shoes that looked like a boat back to the front hall and threw them to Fu Haitang: "Here, professionally distressed, I guarantee Fu Dong's satisfaction."

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Fu Haitang stood between her legs, touched her hair and whispered: "If you don't want me anymore, I will have to walk barefoot for the rest of my life."

He spoke slowly in the room, and the sun was also eavesdropping. It shone on the two of them without moving for a long time.

Time seems to have passed a long time, but the clock on the wall has only gone half a circle.

"Look, I can't live without you. So can you please ask Ms. Song Weiyu to stay and take good care of me, a person without shoes?" His voice was as soft as mountain spring water, and his eyes reflected brown passion.