Chapter 1189 But she was not used to it.
He told her little by little through his actions.
This thing is not ugly.
He also spent the rest of his life telling her little by little that she was no longer alone.
He has always loved her very hard.
"Really, are you okay?" Zhou Suihuai lowered his head and looked at Bian Zhi with an extremely cautious expression.
The next second after Bian Zhi nodded, she clearly saw Zhou Suihuai's eyes darken, and then she was laid down on the bed.
The night was very dark, and heavy panting sounds came from inside the house, then slowly dissipated in the night.
The next morning.
When Zhou Suihuai was making breakfast for Bian Zhi downstairs, Yuan Yining and Zhou Guotao came and knocked on the door.
They didn't expect Zhou Suihuai to be at home.
So I was stunned for a moment after entering the door.
Zhou Suihuai hadn't been alone with them in the same space for a long time. When he suddenly saw it, Yuan Yining and Zhou Guotao's emotions suddenly became a little subtle.
"Sui Huai, aren't you filming today?" Yuan Yining wanted to speak.
They saw yesterday's news and read the comments below.
Bian Zhi spent hundreds of millions to make a ring for Zhou Suihuai. It’s embarrassing to say that their family was broke and couldn’t afford such a thing to give to Bian Zhi.
Yuan Yining looked at the jewelry that was originally prepared for Zhou Suihuai to marry, and was silent for a moment, but then she felt that these should be given to Bian Zhi.
So I came here early in the morning.
Zhou Suihuai was originally baking bread in the kitchen. When he saw Yuan Yining and the others come in, he poured a glass of water for each of them.
"Well, yesterday was Mid-Autumn Festival, and I came back to spend it with Xiaoguai."
Yuan Yining's hand holding the water cup paused at this moment.
Zhou Suihuai is a person who pays great attention to festivals. In the past, he would go home for every festival even if he was busy. But now, he hasn't been home for a long time.
They were doing it for his own good but ended up pushing him far away.
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Zhou Suihuai is the most caring and soft-hearted child, but now he has become so distant from them.
Yuan Yining felt a little sad. She had a slight cold today, and her voice was a little nasal when she spoke. "Yeah," she didn't have the right to say anything blaming. It was strange that when facing Bian Zhi, they were more open with it, but when facing Zhou Suihuai, there was always a lingering awkwardness. "It's fine."
Zhou Suihuai nodded.
The living room fell silent for a moment.
"You're making breakfast for Zhizhi, right?"
Yuan Yining finally said this in a dry voice.
Zhou Suihuai nodded.
Yuan Yining: "Then you go ahead and get busy." With an awkward smile, Yuan Yining waved his hand, "We're just stopping by for a walk. Um, you go ahead and get busy."
Zhou Suihuai glanced at them for a few seconds, then nodded after a moment of silence, "Okay."
Zhou Suihuai went to the kitchen.
Yuan Yining raised his head when he turned around. The sunlight in the living room was reorganized. Zhou Suihuai was very tall, and the broken shadows of the sunlight sprinkled down from above his head, leaving a silhouette that was neither light nor heavy, straight and silent.
Having said that, it's time to leave.
But Yuan Yining was reluctant to leave. For a long time, she could only watch Zhou Suihuai, her most proud and once most filial youngest son, through TV.
Zhou Suihuai is always playful, his eyes light up when he smiles, he likes to play, he likes to make noises, and he loves to talk nonsense.
In the past, she just hoped that the child would be more stable and not so unruly, but now Zhou Suihuai has really become the person she imagined, and she is not used to it.
She suddenly doubted the playful, lazy, and wealthy young man of her past. She just wanted to be a rice bug.
She hadn't heard words like this for a long time.
Zhou Guotao pulled Yuan Yining, indicating that she should leave.
Yuan Yining couldn't find a reason to stay any longer, but he really didn't want to leave.
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