[Chapter 129 Chapter 130 Gloomy and Autistic Childhood Sweetheart vs. Sunny and Chatty Childhood Sweetheart 10]
Sang Nian rarely smiles, and even when he does, his smile is very shallow and faint.
At this moment, she smiled, with red lips and white teeth, and was as stunning as a flash in the pan.
Wen Shinian couldn't help but laugh and reached out to hold his hand.
After finishing the homework, Wen Shinian took Sang Nian for a walk in the garden.
But after walking around for a while, Sang Nian sat back on the swing in the garden.
He sat, looking up at Wen Shinian who was standing in front of him.
Wen Shinian put his hands behind his back, bent down and looked at him.
The two of them were very close, their breaths entangled with each other.
Sang Nian's pupils shrank slightly, and his fingers instantly clenched the seat.
Wen Shinian went down a few more minutes.
Their noses were touching, and all they could see was each other.
"Niannian, I want to... kiss you..."
Wen Shinian reminded him and tilted his head slightly to kiss her.
My head was suddenly held down.
She blinked, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the flustered and shy person.
The next second, her little mouth pouted.
Sang Nian was stunned, then retreated and leaned back suddenly.
Excessive movements cause the swing chair to shake.
Wen Shinian held the swing chair with one hand and leaned closer under Sang Nian's dumbfounded gaze.
“The taste of Niannian is really delicious.”
“!!!”
Sang Nian pursed his lips tightly, his face flushed red, and he huddled helplessly in a corner of the swing chair.
Seeing that the man was about to faint with laughter, Wen Shinian shook his shoulders and laughed.
From the initial chuckles to the final belly laughs.
The girl stood under the sunset, the orange light spread over her body, making her whole body bright.
Sang Nian's eyes flickered slightly, and as his gaze turned, the sticky obsession deep in his eyes was almost exposed.
Before Wen Shinian noticed, he hurriedly lowered his head and disappeared.
His fingers were clutching his trouser legs so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
Wen Shinian stopped smiling and walked over to sit next to Sang Nian.
She planted her feet on the ground and backed away with the swing.
Sang Nian's mind was still on what was going on just now, but his body habitually followed Wen Shinian's exertion.
Put the swing chair in the right position and lift both feet.
The swing swung leisurely, and from time to time, the sunshade climbing vines above the head jumped out.
Sang Nian looked at the fiery clouds in the sky. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a heaviness on his shoulders.
Wen Shinian fell asleep without knowing when.
Sang Nian moved gently and leaned carefully on top of her head.
The cool breeze blows across your face, bringing peace.
Sang Nian lowered his head slightly, and his overly long bangs were blown by the wind, gently brushing across his gentle eyebrows.
He passed his fingertips through Wen Shinian's fingers, and the moment he clenched his fists, a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
So warm.
His thoughts.
He really, really likes her.
Sang Nian gently rubbed Wen Shinian's head, his eyes flickering and his expression darkening.
The sunset glowed more and more red, the bright color looked very much like blood, with some black mixed in.
The mixture of red and black creates a stunning scene.
This time of the day is Sang Nian’s favorite time.
He raised his eyes, quietly admiring the world that was as red as blood, until the sky grew darker and the moon hung high in the sky, then he withdrew his gaze.
Wen Shinian was still sleeping soundly on his shoulder, showing no signs of waking up.
Sang Nian was used to it, so he held her head with his hands, stood up, and then carefully picked her up.
Wen Shinian hummed twice, tilted his head, and fell into Sang Nian's arms.
Sang Nian placed a little force on the hand on her back, pressing Wen Shinian's head into his arms.
He carried the person back to the house easily. When passing by the living room, he met Zhao Qing and Wen Rong who were watching an idol drama in the living room.
Zhao Qing clicked her tongue twice when she saw Sang Nian coming back with the sleeping Wen Shinian in his arms.
"Look at these two. They look more like an old married couple than us."
"This person's fate is indeed destined by heaven. The auras of these two little guys are so harmonious. No one will be able to separate them in the future."
Wen Rong looked up at her when she heard this, "Why, have you already decided on your future son-in-law?"
Zhao Qing spread her hands, her tone helpless. "I'm not sure, will your daughter listen to me? Just try to separate them."
"Besides, we watched Little Niannian grow up. He's a well-behaved kid and treats Nian Nian very well. Someone we know well is better than those scumbag guys out there who look like dogs."
Wenrong's expression was calm, and she told the truth in one sentence.
"The most important thing is that Xiaonian is good-looking, right?"
"...Haha, you're annoying~" Zhao Qing jokingly punched Wen Rong's chest.
Wen Rong grabbed her hand and rubbed it gently in his palm.
"But there's one thing you said that's right. That kid is really good to Nian Nian."
There is one more thing that Wen Rong didn't mention.
That is Sang Nian's possessiveness towards Wen Shinian.
After all, they are all men, and he can tell what Sang Nian is thinking at a glance.
This emotion cannot be hidden.
Not to mention, Sang Nian's possessiveness is pathological and strong.
If two people are together happily, nothing will happen. But if they want to separate, the man will definitely lose control.
However, his baby also enjoyed it.
If it weren't for this, he would have found a way to send Sang Nian away long ago.
"Since you said so, it seems that Xiaonian is indeed good."
Zhao Qing lay back in Wen Rong's arms. Wen Rong was about to hug her when Zhao Qing suddenly stood up again.
"Do you think I should prepare the dowry in advance? Otherwise, let Xiaonian marry into the family?"
"Baby, I think it's a bit too early for you to think about it. Our Nian Nian is still young." Wen Rong's face was slightly dark.
After finally having a daughter, you let her get married before you’ve spoiled her enough? Impossible!
At least you have to be thirty years old!
Zhao Qing knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression.
She fell on him and covered her mouth with her hands and laughed.
Just think about it, he will cry then.
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As soon as Wen Shinian arrived home, Uncle Wan handed him an invitation.
Sang Nian put Wen Shinian's schoolbag away and came back to read with her.
Wen Shinian opened the invitation letter and snorted coldly when he saw the name.
"If someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."
She pinched the invitation letter between two fingers and shook it with a look of disgust.
Sang Nian took the invitation and pointed at Ming Xiaoxiao's name on it.
Wen Shinian took a look and explained, "Oh, that's the girl who fell down on the street last time because of you scaring her."
“Snap!”
The invitation letter landed instantly, and Sang Nian was no longer curious.
He frowned and looked at his hand. After a few seconds, he took Wen Shinian to the bathroom and touched her hand back and forth several times under the pretext of washing hands.
Wen Shinian's hands were almost soaked white, and he touched Sang Nian one last time, and pulled his hand out of the water in time.
"Do you want to go play?"
[In no mood. ]
"Okay, then we won't go."
Wen Shinian didn't want to play with someone who looked like he wanted to cause trouble.
She had finally healed his injuries, so she decided to stay away from such unnecessary danger.
"Uncle Wan, please just decline the Feng family's invitation from now on. Oh, decline Ming Xiaoxiao's invitation too!"
"Yes, miss."
(Ahhh, my relatives are leaving! I can finally write in peace! I'm still a few chapters away from finishing, and I've accumulated over a thousand comments that I haven't read yet!!! I'm so annoyed...)
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