Ye Weilan's beautiful big eyes swept from one end of the table to the other end, and took a deep breath.

Her beauty is so virtuous. She is just a man who is not good at cooking. After learning it, everything she makes is full of color, fragrance and taste.

Ye Weilan picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, immediately narrowed her eyes, looking happy and satisfied.

Qi Ye peeled her shrimps.

Miss Ye looked up at the sky and felt sad: "I miss you, baby, this clear soup is very suitable for him to drink."

Qi Ye's face didn't change: "I made something for you specifically, no one else would have any choice."

When she heard this, Miss Ye's eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit: "Xiaojiu is your son." She did not forget the fact that he threatened her with her son.

"That little bastard hurts you for two hours."

Still thinking about it...

Ye Weilan was amused and crying: "He is our child. He has your bones and blood and mine. It is the crystallization of our love complex. With him, our marriage is considered complete. Therefore, Qi Ye must like him, as long as he loves me a little less than he loves me."

Qi Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at his wife's increasingly gentle and beautiful face because of her motherhood, and nodded, her attitude was really barely acceptable.

"And, with him, I will never leave you again." Ye Weilan continued to coax: "When we quarrel in the future, if I want to run away from home, as long as you catch him, I will definitely not be able to run away." She smiled, as if coaxing the arrogant child: "So Qi Ye wants to thank Xiaojiu for making me love you more and never leave you."

This reason is obviously better than the previous one, and Qi Ye's expression softened.

Ye Weilan was relieved when she saw it, but she was also a little sad. The child belonged to him. Why did she work so hard to make him like him? Isn’t it natural for her father to like his children?

Why is her beauty so strange? She treats her children as a burden. Xiaojiu's shoes are rarely held by his father, and his uncles are more than him.

This result is really ridiculous.

The woman who was fallen in love with by Qi Ye was the happiest woman in the world, and the woman who fell in love with him was also destined to be the most miserable woman in the world.

...

In the evening, the breeze was gentle and the sun set, and a few seabirds were hovering, making clear and pleasant chirping.

A young couple walking by the river.

Ye Weilan was sitting in a wheelchair, her eyes falling in the direction of sunset. Her mood, which had not been cheerful for a long time, was unprecedentedly relaxed at this moment.

Her soft lips raised a smile, with a little disappointment.

That was a pity for the fact that my legs had not yet fully recovered.

Qi Ye stopped and rubbed her long hair in a mess like a prank.

Ye Weilan grabbed his hands with amused expression: "I'm almost shameless to see someone."

Qi Ye curled his thin lips: "It's better to be ugly."

If it is ugly, no one will compete with him.

Along the way, almost every man I met would look at her with loving eyes. The rare Eastern Hole, a girl with delicate temperament and beautiful temperament, and a wheelchair, can always arouse a man's desire to protect herself.

Miss Ye bulged her cheeks and said, "You have been so bad for the country and the people. If I am really ugly, I will not be scolded to death."

Although she couldn't see it, she could definitely guess that there were definitely many people watching him.
Chapter completed!