Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Moreover, when Ah Fei and Xiaoying sat together, Xiaoying seemed like a small bird, and the two seemed to be a perfect match. This mother, after seeing such a situation, was full of hope to settle the marriage of the two as soon as possible.

After getting married and having a new life, the daughter's heart will settle down, and she can slowly walk out of the shadow of the past.

It is absolutely unacceptable to always think about the dead. Sooner or later, you have to read yourself to the grave.

Regarding this point, she has experienced it herself, and she absolutely does not want her daughter to experience it again.

After Xiaoying's father passed away, she almost went with him, but fortunately, she met the present one and lived a stable life again, and the hurdles in her heart gradually passed.

Therefore, she wanted to bring the topic to their marriage several times, but Xiaoying always interrupted her, preventing her from continuing.

Finally, after a topic was over, Ling Ying's mother talked about their marriage, saying that there are very few months suitable for marriage this year, and summer is too hot, winter is too cold, spring and autumn are the most suitable days, but there are not many suitable days in autumn , it is better to settle the marriage in the near future.

When it came to marriage, the pace of the conversation suddenly accelerated.

Ah Fei held Ling Ying's hand and said sincerely: "Everything is arranged by Xiaoying."

Ling Ying took a look at Ah Fei, um, the acting was quite similar.

If he hadn't said in advance that he didn't fall in love with her, and that he hoped to take a while when talking about marriage, Ling Ying would have believed him at this time.

After hearing what A Fei said, the mother and Uncle Sheng naturally smiled and nodded repeatedly, and then everyone's eyes fell on Ling Ying.

The pressure came to his side in an instant, and Ling Ying said awkwardly: "I'm a little hungry, why don't we talk while eating?"

Uncle Sheng smiled heartily: "I was too busy talking, but I forgot such an important thing, let's go, let's eat first."

So the four got up and walked to the restaurant.

Mother pulled Ling Ying behind her.

Ling Ying looked back at her mother and complained softly: "Mom, what are you doing..."

Mother took her hand, slowed down a little, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Fei is a good guy, don't be confused."

"Didn't I bring him to meet you?"

The mother chuckled and nodded her forehead: "Mother Mo Ruomu, you can't hide your small thoughts from me. If you still have a little filial piety, you should settle down early, and don't make me sleepless because of you."

Ling Ying looked at the dark circles under her mother's eyes, sighed secretly, and really wanted to say, you can't sleep, it's menopausal syndrome!

It's a pity that she only dared to slander in her heart, but did not dare to speak out.

Menopausal mothers can't be messed with...

During the meal, Ling Ying tried to find a topic, but they didn't continue to talk about their marriage.

As soon as the meal was over, Ling Ying was afraid that her parents would catch her and ask her about the wedding date, so she took A Fei back to her room upstairs, and explained to her mother and Uncle Sheng that she wanted to show A Fei a picture of her when she was a child.

Mother and Uncle Sheng saw that the two of them had a good relationship, so naturally they didn't say much.

When the two returned to the room, Ling Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on her small bed, "I finally got rid of it."

Sitting on the sofa chair, Ah Fei picked up a magazine on the magazine shelf next to him, flipped through it, and said, "Actually, you don't need to avoid this topic, just tell them your thoughts and plans, and they will have a better idea. I won’t force you. On the contrary, the more you avoid, the more they feel that you don’t want to get married, and the more they urge you.”

Ling Ying thought for a while and thought it made sense: "Then how should I tell them? What is our plan?"

Ah Fei looked at her: "Just say, we will get married in three months."

Ling Ying sat up, frowned and said: "Then after three months, if you still haven't fallen in love with me, shouldn't we blow it off?"

Ah Fei smiled: "So you have to work hard."

"..."

Ling Ying stared at him, as if she was chasing him!

Three months, in fact, was not only for him, but also for herself.

If she still couldn't let go of Qiao Qingze, they would stop harassing each other and break up peacefully.

Now that he said that, it felt like she was very good at it.

"Don't be too smug, I just treat you now..."

"Where's the photo album?" Ah Fei interrupted her, "Didn't you want to show me your childhood photos?"

Ling Ying pursed her lips, swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly, turned over, took out the photo album from the drawer of the bedside table, walked up to Ah Fei, and handed it to him: "Here, let's see."

Ah Fei didn't pick up the photo album, but looked at her deeply.

Being stared at by him like this, Ling Ying felt a kind of inexplicable discomfort, and handed it forward again: "Do you want to see it?"

Ah Fei stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward.

In the next second, she was already sitting on his lap.

"What are you doing?"

He grabbed her waist, opened her photo album, and said in a flat tone: "I remember you said that we are in a relationship now, so what's the problem if I hug you and look at your childhood photos?"

Saying so, his eyes fell on her lips.

His bold eyes and ambiguous tone instantly changed the aura between the two of them. Ling Ying's voice began to tighten, and he couldn't get up in a hurry. He said calmly, "Hmm...no problem."

Ah Fei smiled and turned his attention to the photo album.

He turned back page by page, reading carefully.

Ling Ying was sitting on his lap, looking at him quietly, hugging each other so intimately, she couldn't help being distracted, thinking of the intimate behavior she had with him before...

I thought of the sweat dripping from his chest, his tight abdominal muscles, and the new world that she forgot everything and arrived when she was in his arms.

And when she realized that she was reminiscing about all that, she couldn't help but her cheeks were hot, and she wanted to get up from him.

But he held her waist and said, "Don't move."

Ling Ying's breathing was stagnant, "I'm hot..."

Ah Fei then looked at her, put his hands on her neckline, and helped her unbutton two shirts, "Is this better?"

"...It's getting hotter."

He smiled, and opened two more buttons for her. This time, his eyes darkened a lot, but he still sat calmly, and asked, "How about this?"

Ling Ying bit her lower lip: "Have you really never been in love?"

She seriously suspected that this guy was a seasoned lover!

He looked away from her open neckline. "I wish I had."

Ling Ying was thinking about the meaning of his words, he flipped through the photo album quickly, and asked her curiously: "Didn't you take a picture before you were ten years old?"

Ling Ying's attention came to the photo album, and said that of course he had taken photos, but when he was ten years old, the house caught fire and all the photos were burned.

He nodded regretfully: "That's a pity."

"It's nothing if I just burn some photos," Ling Ying sighed helplessly, "Unfortunately, I lost something more important than photos."