"Why do you seem a little unhappy? It's not like I haven't cooked for you before."
This person's expression and tone change so quickly.
It's unbearable for the weak heart.
"That's the meal I paid you to cook."
"Oh, I am such a vulgar person, let me tell you, I was just greedy for money and lustful before.
Now, I'm greedy for your money and lust." Song Wanwan said this with a clear conscience.
Rong Luchi's eyebrows twitched twice.
"I should be happy, right? After all, it indirectly shows that I am rich and sexy? Huh?
Song Wanwan blinked, her clear cat eyes full of innocence: "Hmm."
Although she is not as good as him in everything, she is very brave.
"If I die young, you will definitely be responsible!"
"Pooh, pooh, pooh, don't say that!" Song Wanwan came over immediately.
The little face looked into his eyes unhappily.
Rong Luchi was slightly stunned.
He looked at the little woman who came closer, his eyes unblinking.
Don’t you dare say that about yourself!”
Song Wanwan's eyes were red and her rosy red lips were tightly pursed, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.
The mist rising from his eyes surprised Rong Luchi a little.
"What's wrong? I was just kidding." Rong Luchi stroked her little face.
My heart is so soft.
"Don't say that about yourself, even if you're joking."
"Okay, I won't tell you, and I won't tell you again." Rong Luchi gently held her in his arms.
Song Wanwan fell quietly into her arms, the mist in his eyes condensed into tears.
It was clearly just a joke, but it made her eyes red and her mood depressed.
"I hope you live well, no matter whether we are together in the future or not, I hope you live well.
In my eyes, you are the best man in the world, my man."
Song Wanwan pressed her little face against his muscular chest, whispering her inner thoughts.
Reveal the truth without reservation.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just don't want to be separated from my loved ones anymore. I'm a very cold person, and the only people in my life are those I care about."
"Do you care about me a lot?" Rong Luchiqi gently stroked Song Wanwan's hair.
"Yeah." Songwanwan nodded vigorously.
"My hair isn't dry yet, let's blow dry it first. It's very quiet here. Let's go to the balcony and take a rest in the fresh air."
"good."
Song Wanwan nodded gloomily.
He seems to be in a low mood.
She suddenly thought of her mother and grandmother.
That was the family she cared about the most, but now they are no longer alive.
She had experienced that kind of separation of life and death twice. Now, whenever she thought about it, she felt unbearable heartache and despair.
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