[First Generation of Family Education] Flower Marriage in the Sky

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For more than ten years, Jasmine has been with her no matter where she goes, and she has gone through countless dangerous or ordinary days with him. Later, she formed the Self-Defense Force. She had ever had any thoughts of leaving her, she had done her duty, and she had an inseparable relationship with her, and she was used to the days when Jasmine was by her side.

Jasmine is kind, virtuous and beautiful, and has all the advantages of an Italian woman. In the past ten years of contact, even if she is inseparable every day, she can't find any shortcomings in her.

She was perfect like a girl who was spoiled by God and was not willing to arrange any stains. She appeared beside him as a wife tailor-made for him, and her smile was also very healing.Although in order to keep the girl out of contact with their world as much as possible and not mention anything about the family affairs to her, the girl still pretended not to know and sat beside him, cleverly avoiding some sensitive topics, so that she could relax At least, even he thought that it was a matter of course that Jasmine would become his wife in the future.

A few hours ago, he thought that he would have the same reaction as Jasmine in the face of the forced marriage by the crowd. First, he lowered his head shyly, then raised his head and announced loudly that he would not disappoint everyone.

But....

At that time, his first reaction was to look involuntarily for a figure in the chattering crowd. When his eyes swept across the room several times, but he didn't see a trace of brown, he frowned in disappointment and always paid attention to the people around him. He felt it, but he simply agreed on the spot, and left in a hurry...

He never allowed himself to do this before, not to mention that the other party was his youngest wife who was about to marry him, Giotto even felt a little crazy.But at that time, I skipped all these things that were not allowed or not, and rushed straight to the question in my heart, where did that girl go?

When he carried the drunk girl back and put her on the bed, he realized that his previous behavior was really inappropriate, and he was very guilty. After he slapped himself hundreds of times in his heart, he ran to the room of Jasmine's birthday party.

But when he was at the door, he still hesitated. He should apologize to her, but he couldn't think of the real source for a moment. Is he sorry that he left in a hurry without formally accepting the announcement?Or sorry for not answering your questions right away?

Giotto frowned in confusion. When he was hesitating at the door, Kozak came out and was obviously taken aback when he saw himself standing at the door. Then he frowned, his expression not inferior to his own confusion.

"Giotto... what were you doing just now?"

"I..........."

Giotto was speechless for a moment, bit his lower lip, and finally spit out a few words "Sorry..."

Kozak sighed helplessly, and he patted his friend's shoulder consolingly, "Jasmine just came back after saying she was feeling unwell, cheer up!! You can't go to see her with such a bitter face, right?!"

"Kozart..." Seeing his friend spare no effort to comfort him, Giotto relaxed a little, but still had a forced smile on his face.

When he arrived at Jasmine's room, his mother was taking care of the flushed girl on the bed. Seeing Jasmine's bad face, Giotto suddenly felt guilty. He took the towel from his mother, dipped it in cold water and placed it on top of her head to cool down.

Jasmine suddenly opened her eyes, and when she saw someone coming, she quickly grabbed Giotto's sleeve, and weakly called, "Brother Giotto..."

"Well, I'm here, Jasmine, you need to rest well, have you taken the medicine yet?"

"Hmm..." Jasmine was half lying in Giotto's arms, her voice was weak, "I ate it, I just had a cold before, I didn't expect it to become so serious now...Maybe I just played too crazy..."

The little girl in her arms covered her mouth and smiled, without any intention of blaming him for his sudden departure, as if none of this happened, she did not show any displeasure or complaint, which made Giotto feel even more sorry.

After a while, the girl who had been staring at him was so tired that she fell asleep, Giotto pulled away and sat on the chair by the door, squeezing the space between her eyebrows with one hand, looking more tired than reviewing documents all night.

After a while, Lan Bao hurriedly ran in, and only lowered his voice and footsteps after receiving G's eyes. The young man usually doesn't exercise much, he just ran a few steps and was out of breath.

Before Lan Bao had time to calm down, he thought about the sleeping Jasmine, and tried to lower his voice, "I'll get the medicine——!! The kind that Jasmine eats is fine!!"

"You want medicine?" Keza grabbed Lan Bao who was about to leave, "Are you sick too? Have a fever? The medicine must be right for the symptoms, and you can't take it indiscriminately!"

"Ah!!" Lan Bao looked impatient, "You look down on me too much!! I still have this common sense, and it's not me who is sick..."

"Who is that?" Giotto asked quickly.

"Isn't that guy Neil!! He looks so strong normally... he can get sick too, and he can fry eggs with oil on his head!! Isn't he the same as Jasmine, hey! He was standing in the waiting room just now Playing ghosts over there!!" After Lan Bao finished speaking, he left the men in the room who looked at him with big eyes and small eyes, and ran away.

Five minutes had passed since Lambo ran out, and Giotto had been sitting on a chair. Though he loves to be clean, he was rarely biting his nails, and his feet kept changing positions. The restlessness was obvious.

"Huh——" Kozak let out a long breath, raised his head and smiled at Giotto, "here is my mother and I, Giotto, G, you should go to rest."

"........." Giotto looked up, his thumb nails were bitten and deformed, his orange eyes were full of astonishment, and then gradually turned into gratitude, As well as feeling guilty about Jasmine, he looked at the girl on the bed, and said to his mother, "Thanks for your hard work, mother—" He clenched his fists, nodded heavily at Cozat, then turned around, and ran away without looking back. Walk.

".......Hey——" G, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly, his red bangs covered half of his face, "Are you trying to push him out?"

The location of the two of them was not close to the bed, and the voice was not loud, so the mother who was watching Jasmine over there couldn't hear them.

"Anyway..." Cozart looked at the chair made by Giotto next to him, and pursed his lips into a smile, "It's useless for him to sit here, isn't he? Why don't we leave this seat to someone who is more caring? Are you right G?"

"......................"

In this room, Giotto didn't turn on the lights after he came, and it was dark but reassuring. He had been hugging the girl in his arms for a long time, but there was no movement. Did he fall asleep?

He gently stretched his hand into the quilt and touched the girl's forehead, which was no longer burnt just now. Giotto supported her shoulders, stood up slightly, and let her lie back on the pillow, with gentle and steady movements, not wanting to interrupt the sleep girl.

Just as he was pulling out the hand that was on the back of her head, Neil suddenly grabbed his hand in a wicked way and held it in the palm of his hand. He wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he couldn't help laughing.

Giotto also laughed when he saw this, he sat next to her, leaned sideways and half leaned against the head of the bed, "Still asleep?" After thinking for a while, he added, "I won't leave."

Neil smiled triumphantly, but her pale face was very happy. She moved inside to make room, looked at Giotto and said, "Shall we sleep together?"

lengthy sleep

"Uh..." Giotto stood there with a dull expression. Although he was innocent, he didn't want to think things wrong, but he was still a mature Italian man anyway. Facing such...temptation? ?It's normal to be embarrassed.

"Well... anyway, Giotto is not at a disadvantage!" Nair was a little dissatisfied when he saw Giotto's hesitation, he pursed his lips maliciously, and comforted each word, "It's just—sleep—sleep—just!! I It's just that you're sitting there blocking the light..."

Giotto heard the words and looked at the window on the other side of the bed, some soft moonlight came in, dispelling the darkness in the room little by little, and he... was sitting in a backlit position, right? ?

"Hurry up..." She pulled the corner of Giotto's clothes and shook it in her direction, her voice was sleepy and fuzzy, and she was about to fall asleep "I have something to tell you...".

Through the moonlight, Giotto vaguely saw her eyes that were about to close, and pulled the corners of her mouth. She lowered her head and didn't hear anything for a long time. It seemed that the other party was about to be extremely tired, but she still had to force herself to talk to herself.

He lay down slowly, choosing the most edge position to lie on his side, separated by a safe arm's distance from Neil, who was also in the edge position on the other side, barely covering his stomach with the corner of the quilt.

"I just had a nightmare." He heard such a voice.

Dreaming...Hala, that child, raised the butcher knife to her. She wasn't afraid of fighting, but the self in the dream couldn't pull up the strength, and stood there like a fish nailed to the chopping board. Fortunately, when I was still one centimeter away from the blade, I woke up with a start.

"I'm scared, Giotto." She said how she really felt, her relaxed body wasn't as tense as before. "Have you... ever had a nightmare?"

"Nightmare..." Giotto repeated in a low voice, thought for a while and said, "I have been, and I would be afraid too. When I woke up, I was alone in the room