Midsummer Kiss: It's All Love Letters to Blame

Chapter 133 Happiness Can Actually Be Simple

Meng Chengxuan hugged Xiaoqing and left, Xia Jingyin sighed a little looking at his back.

Happiness can actually be very simple, and she keeps refusing it.

Can the young and ignorant she have the lost love again?

Later, the three of them went to the children's area. Meng Chengxuan bought some new clothes and some toys for Xiaoqing, all of which were pictures of beautiful goats. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw these cartoon pictures.

Liu Xu told him before that children nowadays can't do without Pleasant Goat, and they will scream like crazy when they see related patterns.At first he didn't believe it, but now that he finally witnessed his daughter's behavior, he had to agree.

Meng Chengxuan said to her as if remembering something: "By the way, Liu Xu and Zhang Jieer are married, and their son is already three years old."

"Are they married?" Xia Jingyin was a little taken aback, and she vaguely remembered the time when Zhang Jie'er snatched Xixiangfeng's meal voucher from her when she was in college. At that time, she said that she was going to eat with Liu Xu and told her not to be a light bulb with her. .

Is that when it started?
He saw her doubts, and gently brushed the hair on her forehead with his hands: "They were already dating when they were in college, and it was earlier than us. It should have started in the sophomore year."

She nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

Meng Chengxuan watched her gently wipe the sweat off Xiaoqing's face with a wet tissue, and he also fell silent.

After a long time, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him: "Cheng Xuan, I have a performance at the opera house tomorrow night, are you coming to see it?"

"Okay." He looked at her and nodded slightly.

She lowered her head and continued: "Last night, we performed one performance, and our symphony orchestra has two performances here, and we will continue our journey after that. The next stop is Shanghai, and we will leave at noon the day after tomorrow."

Meng Chengxuan looked at her and asked in disbelief: "Leave the day after tomorrow? How long will you be there?"

"do not know."

These three words pierced his heart fiercely, and he felt that his scarred body was once again facing fragmentation: "Am I just so unworthy of your love? Is it not worthy of you and Si's guard?"

"No." She stretched out her hands and held his hand tightly: "I signed a three-year contract with the symphony orchestra. During these three years, I have to perform with you all over China, and, and I like this job, I don't want to give up."

(End of this chapter)