Doting on his wife: Husband, beg for a kiss

Chapter 268 Jiang Yuezhe Stays at Zhuang Yiman's House
Jiang Yuezhe suddenly became interested, and he suggested, "Let's take a look together later."

"OK."

Zhuang Yiman went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of seafood noodles for Jiang Yuezhe. After Jiang Yuezhe finished eating, he found a bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet, took two goblets by the way, and took Zhuang Yiman to the living room together drink wine.

The two sat cross-legged together, side by side on the carpet in the living room.

"How many years has it been since my aunt died? Is it 12 years?"

"kindness."

Zhuang Yiman nodded, and deftly pulled out the cork of the red wine with the corkscrew, and the mellow and deep aroma of the red wine diffused in the air.

She then poured red wine into their glasses, and said in an erratic tone: "In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. When she first left, I thought I couldn't survive. Fortunately, I survived."

Even after so many years, Jiang Yuezhe still remembered that not long after his aunt passed away, his father brought Zhuang Yiman to his home during the summer vacation.

At that time, Zhuang Yiman was in a very bad state. She was like a flower that had lost its vitality, dying, without any vitality, which was worrying.

She will not call him Liangliang with a smile like before, nor will she mischievously bully him, nor will she take him to play together.

She always sat alone, with a depressed and depressed expression on her face, and her eyes were also very empty.

At that time, he overheard his father telling his mother that his sister had tried to commit suicide twice, but luckily they were stopped and failed.

During that time, Zhuang Yiman traveled between home and the hospital almost every day. She had to deal with a psychologist and take antidepressant drugs every day.

Jiang Yuezhe didn't want to think about that time, because Zhuang Yiman at that time made people feel distressed and scared.

He reached out and touched Zhuang Yiman's head, "It's been hard in the past few years. But I want to tell you that you've done a great job, really great, and I'm very proud of you."

His comfort and praise warmed Zhuang Yiman's heart. She smiled and teased: "Hey. The little guy has grown up and knows how to comfort others."

"Hahaha, this tone is really similar to my mother. Look at how silly we were when we were young."

"Stinky boy, you are the only one who is stupid. Your sister and I have been a beautiful goddess since we were young."

"Okay, okay, just be happy."

After teasing each other for a while, the two opened the photo album.

The photo album is very thick, it contains photos of Zhuang Yiman from birth to 16 years old, and there are also many photos of Jiang Yuezhe.

Time flies like an arrow, time flies, and the two innocent children have grown into adults in the blink of an eye.

Some of the adults in the photos are getting old, and some are no longer there.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are undoubtedly the most realistic and powerless things in life.

Jiang Yuezhe and Zhuang Yiman talked and laughed until late that night, and Jiang Yuezhe simply fell asleep at Zhuang Yiman's house.

Because Zhuang Yiman's house had only two rooms, one of which was converted into a study, so there was no extra room, Jiang Yuezhe could only sleep on the sofa in the living room.

In order to prevent being photographed by the media and staying overnight at Zhuang Yiman's house, Jiang Yuezhe left fully armed at five o'clock in the morning before Zhuang Yiman woke up.

However, even though he left quietly without even disturbing Zhuang Yiman, he still couldn't hide from the paparazzi who were buried in Zhuang Yiman's community for one night, trying to take pictures of them.

When Zhuang Yiman woke up, the headlines of all major entertainment news were... Jiang Yuezhe stayed at Zhuang Yiman's house last night, and did not leave quietly until five o'clock in the morning.

(End of this chapter)