This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 419 Are you an old alley in the old city?

  The man posted on Weibo in a familiar way, and it was a bit stuck. Only a few seconds later, the top news hits his eyes: the supermodel Yan Shiqi blew herself up and her husband was suspected to be an outsider. For the latest news, please click on the link below...

  When he saw this news, a dim light appeared in his eyes. After he found his only follower, the Weibo content posted by Yan Shiqi was also impressive.

  A weather-beaten heart, full of heart-wrenching warmth.

  About twenty minutes, Yan Shiqi walked out of the bathroom, her face was stained, and the water in her eyes was warm, subconsciously looking for the man's figure in the bedroom, but she found nothing.

  It's almost eleven o'clock, where did he go?

  Yan Shiqi sat on the head of the bed suspiciously, passing her fingers through her hair from time to time, thinking of something, she got up again, took the phone from the coffee table, and entered the Weibo page.

  She wants to see the current state of public opinion on the Internet.

  In the hot search at the moment, a name was topped in the front row, followed by the word ‘explosive’.

  Another hot search?

When   Yan Shiqi saw it, the hand holding her hair slowly stopped.

  Her eyes fell on the hot searched name for an instant, and her heartbeat was slightly disturbed.

  The old alley of the ancient city...

  This name alone has led to countless Fengyue.

  She hesitated to click in, and soon saw the top Weibo on the topic page.

  Gucheng Old Alley: Hello Mrs. Qin, this is Mr. Qin. [Picture]@砚时柒V

  The photo attached to Weibo was taken by Qiao Mu in the nanny car. She was sitting in front of the car window, looking out the window with clear eyes, her cheeks in a halo of mottled road lights.

  Yan Shiqi didn't know the allusion of this photo, but she clearly remembered that it was this evening when she was returning from Quancheng, she wanted to see Qin Baiyu so much.

  That night, he was her super want to see.

The name   Gucheng Jiuxiang took the initiative to expose that he was Mr. Qin, which once again detonated the gossip soul of netizens.

  Who is he, what identity, how can He De win a supermodel, countless people are curious.

  Yan Shiqi, she didn’t even read the comments, because she was looking at the Weibo content of [古城旧巷] little by little.

  In his Weibo, there are 322 pieces of content, all of which are reposted from her Weibo.

  There is only one personal announcement, and that is the news of the marriage announcement just now.

  It turned out that he was paying attention to her so early.

  Yan Shiqi squeezed his phone, and after paying attention without hesitation, he walked out of the bedroom with his slippers.

  It was late at night, the moon was hanging with willow shoots, the temperature in the corridor was a bit cold, but it was difficult to cool the boiling in my heart.

  Did he use this way to inquire about her life little by little in the days without meeting?

  Even, the first Weibo he reposted was the feeling of disappointment she posted when she broke up with Pei Tang.

  Yan Shiqi all the way from the third floor to the downstairs living room, the surroundings are very dark, only the wall next to the stairs is lit with night lights.

  She walked around the stairs and saw a bright light on the marble floor of the living room coming from the direction of the dining room.

   patted her chest, slowed down her fierce heartbeat, and Yan Shiqi approached the kitchen room step by step.

  In the dim light around, only the bright yellow warm light was on in the kitchen, the glazed door was half open, and the elegant and busy man was in his sight.

  Minghua is like a jade man, even if he is doing housework, it does not damage his outstanding and elegant temperament.

  Yan Shiqi could see the gods, like a ghost fascinated, walked through the glass door of the kitchen, stepped into his world, and hugged him behind him.

  "Four brothers, are you the old alley of the old city?"

  The man put the soup bowl on the countertop and took her hand along the way, with a gentle and mellow voice, "It's me."

  (End of this chapter)