The afterglow of the sun outside the window shines in, and these pink balloons and streamers are particularly beautiful.

Above is the handwriting of Yue Feiyang's dragon flying phoenix dance:

Wife, forgive me!

Wife, I love you forever!

Yue Feiyang belongs to Su Yi'an!

Baby, hug me!

Baby, give me a kiss!

Baby, let's grow old together!

…………

Su Yi'an looked at these, moved, moved, laughed and cried, and laughed again when he cried.

Her favorite uncle, why doesn't she believe her favorite uncle?

The more Su Yi'an thought about it, the more guilty he felt, the more he thought about it, the more distressed he felt, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry for Yue Feiyang!

Why is she so stupid? Stupid enough to doubt, the only reliance in this life?

Yue Feiyang had been guarding outside, and a call came in just now, looked at the number, and answered it quietly.

"How's it going? …… Well, yes, that's all, don't startle the snake yet...... Yes, take more photos...... Okay, try your best to arrange for someone to approach her, remember, this thing must be done very secretly! I don't want the third one to know...... You know, do your best to make her addicted! ”

When I hung up the phone, I heard a muffled sobbing sound coming from inside.

Is his little woman awake?

Yue Feiyang strode in, and through the floating streamers, his little wife was holding her legs and crying on the bed.

Seeing her sadness, Yue Feiyang's heart seemed to be picked up by an invisible big hand, and it hurt terribly.

Three steps and two steps to the bed, stretched out his hand and took the crying little woman,

"Wife, what's wrong? Don't cry and hurt your eyes! ”

Su Yi'an heard the voice of his own man, raised his head, and it was really his uncle's handsome face, and his slightly upturned phoenix eyes were full of concern and pity for her.

"Uncle," he called softly, stretching out his arm and wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

"Well, I'm here!" Yue Feiyang hugged the little woman and stroked her long silky hair with his big palm. "I'm here, I'm here, I've always been there!"

"Woo... Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I shouldn't distrust you! I'm sorry, uncle, I'm really sorry......"

"An An, I'm at fault for this matter first! The one who should say I'm sorry is me! Yue Feiyang sat down on the edge of the bed, put one hand around her back, and stroked her cheek with the other.

Lift her chin and gaze deeply into her little face.

Delicate is on the cheeks, the beautiful eyes are red and swollen, the delicate little nose is also red because of crying, and the tears are falling down like that, sliding over his palm and smashing on his heart.

"Don't cry, okay? I'm going to be distressed......"

As she spoke, a gentle kiss landed on her lips, a little pecking kiss, lip flaps, lip corners, cheeks, and eyes up.

He kissed away her crystal teardrops with tenderness and pity, salty, astringent!

Yue Feiyang told himself in his heart: In the future, the little woman must not be allowed to cry anymore!

"Uncle, aren't you sad? I doubt you. ”

Su Yi'an accepted his pity and kisses, and the more he was like this, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, and the more she hated herself.

"I'm really sad to see you sad. Originally, I thought that if I hid it from you and didn't let you know that I was hurt, you wouldn't be sad. Unexpectedly, this white lie gave people with good intentions an opportunity to provoke the relationship between our husband and wife. This incident was my negligence. An An, don't feel guilty, okay? ”