Master Lu, Come On

In March, the evening wind is warm, the lights are on, and the city is bright.

The car doesn't drive fast all the way. People in love want to get tired of being together all the time. They've just got married. They're full of energy. With the window open, they can't get rid of the ambiguity in the car.

Ning Qifeng raises his hand and loosens the button of his collar. He moves freely. The light of the street lamp falls into his eyes. Tang Jiajia sweeps her eyes and suddenly gets nervous. It seems that the air is getting thinner and her breathing is unbearable.

Finally, he stopped by the square near the lake.

"What are you doing here?"

In the evening, there is no one.

"Let's go down for a walk."

Ning Qifeng flamed out and got out of the car, holding her hand. They walked slowly along the fence, shoulder to shoulder, breathing each other's breath.

His hand was clenched by Ning Qifeng. Tang Jiajia's palms were all sweaty. He moved a little, but he was clenched more tightly.

There are no passers-by in the square at night. Some people are holding flowers nearby. When they see them, they immediately smile and say, "Sir, your girlfriend is so beautiful!"

Boast of simple and direct, Ning Qifeng very happy out of the wallet, took the flowers to her, "like it?"

Tang Jiajia is the first time to receive the red rose. She looks down at the flowers. The corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows seem to be dyed with colors.

"I like it."

Ning Qifeng looked down at her, "you look better than flowers."

The local flavor is too vulgar, but because he said it, Tang Jiajia listened to it. He could not help but feel his heart. When did he learn this technique?

"Jiajia..."

As soon as Tang Jiajia raised her head, she saw that the man in front of her suddenly squatted down, with one knee on the ground, her arms raised, her palms spread out, and a ring lying on it.

"You..."

Tang Jiajia holds the flowers, the evening breeze is mixed with the fragrance of roses, and her heart seems to be entangled. The pressure of breathing is very light, for fear of disturbing the beauty at this time.

"Jiajia"

Ning Qifeng looks up at her, the distant light shines over, his facial features are clearly visible, a pair of eyes full of light, dark awn floating, "would you like to be my Mrs. Ning?"

Even the confession is concise.

Tang Jiajia laughs, "what bedding does not have?"

Ning Qifeng was stunned. She didn't expect that she would say this on such an occasion. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Thinking about what to say, she heard Tang Jiajia smile,

"Well, I won't embarrass you!"

He was not very romantic. She didn't even hope for the proposal. He really gave himself a surprise.

Compared with sweet words, his secret preparation of small surprise is more touching.

"Here it is

She held out her hand. "Why don't you put it on me?"

Ning Qifeng is holding the ring. Maybe he is nervous. His fingers tremble slightly. Tang Jiajia laughs. "I didn't expect to see Ning always nervous in his lifetime!"

A joke makes the atmosphere relaxed and natural. With the ring on, Ning Qifeng fumbles for her hand and gets up slowly,

"Jiajia..."

"After that, you will be my Mrs. Ning!"

Tang Jiajia touched the ring, turned her eyes and looked up at him. The street lamp fell in her eyes, mixed with broken awn, dotted with dots. "At this time, shouldn't you say something

How is it different from the plot development in TV series?

Ning Qifeng stares at her, and her throat moves. She opens her mouth, but she can't say anything.

He held on, and Tang Jiajia had a solemn and stirring feeling of going to Liangshan. Her smiling eyes and eyebrows were bent up, "I'm teasing you, you..."

In front of the face suddenly close, lip pressure to the touch of warmth, the rest of the words, were swallowed.

The night in early spring is particularly provocative.

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The spring of Rongcheng is very short. It's summer before you have a good experience.

The month of Tang Dynasty is getting bigger and bigger, but he is still very thin. A large family takes care of him in turn, but his stomach is getting bigger and bigger. On the contrary, he is getting thinner. Lu Zhan frowns at his sharp chin,

"Did the child do it on purpose?"

The initial joy and expectation, along with the changes of Tang Luo, gradually turned to worry about Tang Luo, heartache, and dislike of children.

Tang Luo smile helpless, "look at you, come again!"

Her limbs are thin and thin, and her stomach looks like a big exaggeration.

In the middle of summer, Lu Zhan seldom went to the company and shifted her focus to her home. She was busy all day and didn't pretend to do anything about Tang Luo. She would accompany her for a walk sooner or later.

But most of them were coaxed out by him.

Don lost weight, so did he.

"You don't have to accompany me like this. You see, mom and Aunt Xue come almost every day, so many people are here!"

Not only Shan Wei and Xue Wanqing, but also Ying Qinxian came every other day. After Lu Yanqing was sent abroad, she didn't go with her, so she stayed at home to take care of Tang Luo and Lu Minghong. Although she was running all day, she was happy.

She had been looking forward to this child for a long time, so naturally she attached great importance to it.

But Tang Luo has lost a lot of weight. She is worried about it. All kinds of tonics go to battle in turn and try to do it according to Tang Luo's taste. People still don't get fat. There is no other way except to have a good baby.

"Just take care of yourself. I'm fine."

Lu Zhan insisted again and again, and then she didn't say anything.

As soon as midsummer arrives, people tend to become lazy. Tang Luo doesn't like walking any more. Shan Wei comes here early in the morning to watch her sitting on the sofa brushing her mobile phone and sighs,

"Don't hold your cell phone all day. It's bad for your eyes."

"Mom, it's OK."

Tang Luo casually said, but did not put down the meaning.

Also in front of the single micro, she was coquetry past, "Aunt Xue today do not come?"

"Well, it's something. Come back tomorrow!"

"Oh."

She was relieved, "Mom, in fact, you don't have to come every day. Ah Zhan is at home and Aunt Zhang is also here. It's so inspiring!"

"You need to be taken care of during this period of time. When the baby is born, no one will be around you all day!"

Shan Wei goes to the kitchen to put things. Seeing Lu Zhan studying recipes, he is more and more satisfied with his son-in-law.

"You go and get busy. I'll be the only one left. You've been working hard for a long time."

"I'm not tired, but you should also pay attention to your own health."

"I'm idle, too. It's OK."

Two people are respectively busy, Tang Luo looked back at an eye, the corner of the mouth is hooking to smile, turn round again to continue to brush.

Inexplicably, I feel that the years are quiet and good, which is mostly the case now.

But I don't know how rare it is to wait for the baby to be born.

I didn't think Lu Zhan would have much enthusiasm for his children. After the birth of the child, he was worried about almost all the affairs.

Just gave birth to the child that month, Tang Luo watched Lu Zhan thin circle.

When Lu Zhan was holding his child, he realized that when he went to the temple to ask for the autograph, the saying "good luck and great achievements" was about Tang Luo and the child.

His good fortune in his life is Tang Luo, and their great achievements are not children?