Black belly male god green plum wife

Chapter 888

As it turns out, she's still relatively good at holding a gun.

Ouyang Qingyan looked at the row of crooked earth pits on the ground speechlessly, coupled with the snickering gaze beside her...

Her face got hotter.

"Qing Yan,"

Tang Ziheng looked at her flushed side face, and involuntarily raised his finger to wipe away the mud sticking to her face.

"is it hard?"

"you made fun at me?"

Ouyang Qingyan deliberately ignored the influence of his fingers, even though they had done more intimate things... When he touched her, she still felt very shy.

"I'm not laughing at you," Tang Ziheng kissed her forehead, then got up and walked around behind her, putting his hands on the backs of hers from behind, "Come on, let me teach you."

He was glad he had the time to say that too.

Usually Qingyan is so omnipotent that she seems to be able to accomplish everything by herself, but sometimes his self-esteem as a man is really frustrated.

"look here,"

He held her hand with his big hand, and the small shovel in Qingyan's hand moved forward following his words: "Let's first draw a straight line in our hearts, and then dig along."

Qingyan turned her head to look at him, her attention was no longer on the pit, but on him.

At this time, the sun began to shine fiercely, sweat dripped from Tang Ziheng's forehead, and there were still a few drops of sweat on his forehead. When he spoke, the sweat trembled slightly.

She watched for a while, then unconsciously raised her hand to wipe his forehead.

"Um?"

Tang Ziheng was explaining vigorously, when suddenly her finger touched it, and then a soft touch spread from forehead to heart.

"Is my face dirty?"

He couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, and took advantage of the situation to hold her hand tightly: "Don't move, let me do it myself."

Although he likes her active tenderness very much, he who loves his wife can't bear her to dirty himself.

Qingyan easily broke off his hand with a backhand: "It's not dirty, it's sweaty, don't move."

On the sunny hillside, after the two looked at each other affectionately, Tang Ziheng held her hands tightly, and his voice suddenly became much hoarse: "Qingyan, don't look at me like that."

This will make him unable to hold back his imagination.

Ouyang Qingyan also saw a cluster of flames flashing in his eyes, it was the kind of eyes he would show when they were alone at night.

"cough!"

But now it is broad daylight, and the two of them are still outside. In order to prevent his thoughts from getting more and more, Qingyan coughed heavily and changed the subject: "Idiot, why are you planting so many sunflowers?"

After the two got married, she still used to call him a fool; of course, this was just a nickname between the two.

"Give it to you."

"give me?"

"Ah."

Tang Ziheng nodded, and picked up the little flower seedling next to him, "Qingyan, didn't you say that you are a person who lives in darkness, and that you rarely saw sunlight when you were alone?"

Qingyan was silent: "Yes."

She had indeed told him this way before they were together.

Being a killer is naturally a person who lives in the dark, this is not unusual, she did not expect Tang Ziheng to keep this in mind.

"In the past, you could only live in the dark. I feel distressed; but distress cannot change your past."

Tang Ziheng turned Qingyan around, put his hands on her shoulders, and lowered his head to look deeply into her eyes.

"So from the moment you agreed to marry me, I vowed to make your future days full of sunshine. I have bought this mountain land, and starting today, I will plant sunflowers here for you."

The flower language of sunflower is: faith, brilliance, loyalty and love.

Every word here represents his deep love for her.

After Tang Ziheng finished speaking for a while,
"Qingyan?"

Shouldn't she be very moved after hearing these words?
"What are you looking at?"

(End of this chapter)