She is just angry that he shouldn't let her be frightened or deceive her feelings. What she said about canceling the wedding is just angry words. If he is allowed to play tricks, can't she make a small temper?

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Hua moyao threw away the fruit knife and hugged her tightly. He kept apologizing in her ear: "sorry, Mimi, sorry."

He played too much this time. She was so worried about him. How could he have the heart to make her sad.

"Baby, I just want to tell you that I love you and I will give you whatever you want, even my life." He felt guilty to death.

Xiao Mimi leans in his arms and grins like a child. These days, she has imagined countless times how to support him and take care of him in the future. She is very sad, and now all her forbearance has been released.

Hua moyao kept comforting her, apologizing to her and flattering her, but he didn't dare to be extreme. He was worried every day for fear that she would repent.

Left him in the cold for a few days, Xiao Mimi finally agreed to marry him. If we delay further, we may not know what will happen.

This wedding, Hua Mo Yao spent too much thought to prepare, taught him enough, she did not want him disappointed.

In that month, Jiang wanting went to many places, many places she once wanted to go, but had no time to go.

Forget everything for the moment. At this time, she is just a young woman traveling alone. She can relax and record all the scenery along the way with an SLR.

She is tall, wearing a long dress with national characteristics, walking on the ancient stone path, with a variety of small shops on both sides.

A head of soft long hair spread to the waist, white skin, not from the red lips, everything looks so natural, so beautiful, like a picture roll.

However, no matter how leisurely the pace can not hide her eyebrow light melancholy, and then the brilliant smile will always make people feel a little heartache.

She liked this old town very much, so she stopped for a few days and stayed in a small and exquisite inn.

In the morning, she sat in the hall drinking tea. The warm sunshine came down. A book was spread out on her knee. Her long hair was casually hooked to the back of her ears, casual and generous.

Tired of watching, he propped his chin and looked out of the window. People from all over the world strolled around the town, or little lovers holding hands, or young people in groups of three or five. He was calm and happy. For the first time, he thought that it was interesting to see the people passing by.

One of the young couples, probably high school students, has a youthful and childish face.

The girl accidentally twisted her feet. The boy looked worried and looked around for a place to rest. As soon as he looked up and saw the plaque of the inn, he hurriedly picked up the girl and came in. He put her on the chair and took off her shoes to check her feet. The girl said shyly, "I'm ok."

About four or five minutes later, the girl's feet could reach the ground, and he helped her to leave. The girl was leaning on his chest. The young love, pure and green, was so touching.

Jiang wanting only feels that her nose is sour and her eyelids are drooping silently. Now she is alone. She always feels that her heart has been dug out and can't be filled.

Lei Yan How she hoped that he would accompany her to see such a beautiful scenery.