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Yun Bixue felt the warm power coming from Xie Limo's delicate palm, looking at the hands of the two people, there was a feeling of holding the hand of the son and growing old together, and there was a burst of warmth in her heart.

She followed Xie Limo's steps towards the house, and her steps were much brisker, it's good that he is back, and he is home with him.

As soon as the two entered the house, they could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere at home, and they became much more cheerful.

Yun Bixue also felt a little emotion in her heart, Xie Limo was on a business trip in the past, and when she was at home, the atmosphere would always be much lower, and when everyone arrived, it would be complete.

And Xie Limo said that when he took her to see the gift, he couldn't help but think of the puppet doll he gave last time.

With anticipation in his heart, he also had a bright and sweet smile on his face.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, the bed was full of boxes.

Yun Bixue stood by the door, looking at these boxes, her eyes shining with expectation and caution.

Xie Limo looked at his wife so cautious, and chuckled, "Go over and see, like it or not"

Yun Bixue pursed her lips, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she smiled sweetly: "As long as you buy it, I like it." "She's content, she's really content, and she's touched to remember to buy her gifts.

I have never been cared for and cherished like this, so I know how to cherish blessings even more.

Xie Limo touched Yun Bixue's head, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, "I personally selected it, if you like it, it's fine." Xie Limo's words were full of pity, and it was also in front of his wife that his body and mind could be completely relaxed.

Only she can bring him this subtle feeling, and make him look forward to home.

Yun Bixue let go of Xie Limo's hand, ran to the bed, and began to unpack the box impatiently.

Xie Limo put one hand in his pocket, half of his body leaned elegantly on the door frame, and looked at Yun Bixue with a smile, his eyes were soft and shining with rippling glass, which was intoxicating.

Yun Bixue was opening the box, as if thinking of something, she moved, coughed, looked back at Xie Limo, and said with some embarrassment: "You are not allowed to laugh at me" She looked so impatient, maybe he was going to digest himself in his heart.

Xie Limo looked at the appearance of his wife and little girl, and the curvature of his lips became more and more beautiful, "Okay, don't laugh at you, these are all yours, you can dismantle them as you want." ”

Yun Bixue pursed her lips, "Still laugh at me." ”

Xie Limo shook his head, stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to reach out to open the gift, "I'll open it for you, I'm not laughing at you now." ”

Yun Bixue's heart was sweet, her eyebrows and eyes were all completed with a line, and her whole body exuded a happy brilliance from the inside out, which was moving.

Xie Limo's heart was also fluttering, and his long-term thoughts could hardly be suppressed, as soon as he reached out and took Yun Bixue in his arms, he clasped the back of her head with one hand, lowered his head and kissed it, this kiss had a strong dark fragrance, and it was so domineering that people could only indulge in it.

Yun Bixue was in the clouds and fog, her body and mind softened into water, she could only cling to Xie Limo and feel the affection he transmitted, she also wanted to think very much, and her body and mind seemed to bloom for him.

After a long kiss, Xie Limo let go of Yun Bixue, looking at her moist and moving look, he could hardly suppress the waves in his heart.

Yun Bixue also leaned slightly on Xie Limo's arms to calm her breath.

Xie Limo laughed in his heart, and said that Xiao Biesheng was newly married, and he finally realized at this moment that he didn't want to let go of her tonight, it was really his wife who was too beautiful to stop. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.