Chapter 921
Jun Mohan held her in his arms with some distress: "No, there will be no more of these in the future."

"Mr. Jun, I am very grateful to you, but it doesn't mean I don't love you." She has been grateful to him from the beginning, and it is still the same now.

Wherever there is him is her home, for him, she can abandon everything.

People's feelings are inherently complicated, and they will never disappear just because they increase a little.

"I never care about it, as long as you are by my side, but I am still very happy."

Ye Liran gave him a sideways glance for being a good boy even though he was cheap.

Suddenly she took out the camera and hooked her finger at Jun Mohan: "Get out of the car, let's take a commemorative photo."

She was holding the flower, leaning her head on Jun Mohan's shoulder, smiling like a flower, and the tiny light in her eyes was brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Okay." Ye Liran handed him the camera.

She hugged the flower, just looked at him and smiled, and in the end, Jun Mohan also smiled.

It's really silly, and it's not something precious, so why are you so happy?

Song Ze watched from afar.

He passed by here unintentionally, and when he saw the two taking pictures, he suddenly stopped.

"Master, can we go?" The driver asked weakly.

"Let's go." Song Ze rose to the car window.

A silver-gray car drove past the two of them.

Ye Liran suddenly turned around and looked at the car.

"What's the matter?" Jun Mohan followed her gaze.

"I seem to have heard Aze's voice just now." Before Jun Mohan could speak, she laughed at herself again: "Look, I forgot again, he is Song Ze now."

Jun Mohan put his hands on her shoulders, and with a little force, pressed her shoulders: "Don't think too much, everyone has their own way."

She treats him as a passer-by on the road of life, and can only accompany him for a while.

"Well, let's go." Ye Liran put away his sentimental emotions, and there was a faint brilliance in his eyes again.

Back home, Ye Liran ran to the cloakroom and began to rummage through the closets to find them.

"I remember it was put here." Ye Liran said to herself.

Jun Mohan, who came out of the shower, didn't see his little wife, and was about to go downstairs to look for him when he heard movement in the cloakroom.

He walked over and saw Ye Lilian lying on the wardrobe, taking something out of the drawer below.

Her wet hair was scattered behind her head, and the skirt of her pajamas was spread out on the ground, giving her a kind of messy beauty.

"What are you looking for?"

"A Valentine's Day gift for you." Ye Liran replied without thinking.

After finishing the answer, he suddenly raised his head: "You, you, when were you here?"

"When will I be away? This is my home." Jun Mohan shrugged, his innocent expression seemed to say that she asked nonsense.

"You go out first." Ye Liran knew that she couldn't talk to him, so she could only chase him away.

Jun Mohan didn't answer, and walked straight in. He took out a small box from the drawer under his wardrobe: "Are you looking for this?"

It was a light blue box, with some dust on it, and the color of the corners had been worn off a little.

"Yes." Ye Liran stretched out his hand to hook it.

Jun Mohan raised his hand: "Didn't you give it to me?"

"Then I have to see if it's intact or not?" Ye Liran was anxious, and simply jumped up to hook the box in his hand.

Jun Mohan lowered it slightly, this time Ye Liran got it without much surprise.

(End of this chapter)

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