He Is Warmer Than Time

No matter how difficult the road in the future is, there can be someone by her side and walk along with her, think about it, this is happiness.

She pursed her lips and smiled, then stretched out her hand: "Okay, I am willing."

Even though he knew she would agree, he was confused, and the fingers that gave her the ring trembled.

Jian Xia smiled and looked at him: "You didn't expect that I would agree, so you were so excited?"

Putting her ring on, he got up, bowed his head and kissed her lips, and answered everything with a kiss.

Jian Xia's hand lightly leaned against his chest: "There is something in the pot..."

While kissing her, he put out his hand to turn off the fire, then picked her up with his big hand, and went straight to the bedroom.

"Supper...what else to eat, uh..."

"Eat after you're done."

She was put on the bed by him, and she looked at him sadly: "You really don't choose the time to propose."

He blocked her mouth: "Pay attention."

This did not end until Jian Xia was hungry, but he was considerate and brought the dinner directly to the bedroom, and even fed her personally.

Jian Xia glared at him: "Don't expect me to read you well."

There was heavy snow outside the window, and the floor lamp was shining warmly. Apart from her aching body, she felt very happy.

He picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth. He ate two bites indiscriminately. He packed up the dishes, went out of the bedroom, and came back soon.

"Let's... go get the certificate tomorrow, okay?"

Jian Xia lay down lazily: "Not good."

He looked at her nervously: "Why... why?"

"Because my legs are sore, I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she was repenting again, and he was relieved when he knew that she was making a petty temper.

"Then I will carry you tomorrow, or you like me to hold you."

Jian Xia stretched out a leg and kicked him gently: "No."

Xie Muye grabbed her foot: "Go, huh?"

Jian Xia wanted to withdraw her feet, but couldn't make him. He sat on the edge of the bed and put her feet on his lap.

Jian Xia was a little worried: "Just cut it first and play it later? Are you afraid of a major earthquake in your home?"

"As long as there is no earthquake in your house, it doesn't matter."

Jian Xia touched her neck: "My family is not going to suffer from an earthquake. My dad is a hard-hearted person. He doesn't have much opinion on you. He just doesn't like your family. As long as we have a good attitude, he will live at most. The anger will be better after a period of time, your family, it is difficult to explain."

Xie Muye smiled: "It's okay, don't care about their feelings."

Jian Xia shook her head: "I don't care about their feelings. I'm worried that your eldest brother will deal with you in order to make you compromise."

Xie Muye touched her head: "After the Chinese New Year, I will enter the presidential palace to do something. He can't stretch his hand so long."

Jian Xia was surprised: "Ah? Are you going to the presidential palace? What position?"

"Mr. President's secretary."

Presidential secretaries are generally gilded positions for important reserve leaders. After all, the presidential secretaries are in contact with the most core leaders.

Under normal circumstances, after a two-year experience in the position of secretary of the president, you can usually enter the House of Representatives, then the cabinet, then the vice president, and finally the president.

Jian Xia breathed a sigh of relief. The governor of Kyoto did not reach the presidential palace no matter how long his hands were.

"So, are you relieved?"

Jian Xia shrugged: "I have nothing to worry about."

She doesn't care about the feelings of his family. The only thing she cares about is whether Xie Muye will be dealt with by his brother. It's fine now. He is going to the presidential palace. There is nothing to worry about.