Chu Ding picks up Chu Ding at the beginning of Korean entertainment

The scenery outside the window quickly reversed, and the light rain outside kept hitting the window.What would happen if you took a trip without asking the destination, time, or even a simple bag?

Yin Zhiyuan felt itchy in his heart.

"My wife~"

Sitting in the co-pilot, he kept his eyes on the woman who was already his wife, even though they were just engaged.

But since he got up in the morning and was sent to the car by Little Sweetheart, he really didn't know where the car was going and what it was going to do.

"Wife~"

"Sweetie?? Where are we going?"

Yin Zhiyuan happily talked halfway by himself, but didn't hear anything from the other party.

Song Gewen glanced at Yin Zhiyuan, that sword-brow stared at you intently, almost couldn't help but shake his head, and spoke lightly.

"Secret." After speaking, he retracted his gaze and focused on the road ahead.

Yin Zhiyuan pouted and looked out of the window, reasoning, the little sweetheart in the UK has only lived in college for a few years, so it shouldn't be seeing friends, because these days, they have almost seen each other, and it is more likely to go to school, but it is not ruled out other possibilities.

After thinking about it persistently, he asked again.

"School?"

"Smart, but not oh~"

Song Gewen patted Yin Zhiyuan's arm with a smile, and added another sentence at the end.

"Don't worry, I won't sell my bar."

Song Gewen drove the car to the community and stopped, and pulled Yin Zhiyuan into the elevator.

"This is?"

This building looks old, and even the elevator has the illusion of creaking. Yin Zhiyuan's brain is wide open, I'm afraid he really wants to sell him.

Song Gewen pushed open the door, leaned sideways and stretched out a hand to invite Yin Zhiyuan to come in.

"TADA!"

As soon as you enter the house, you can feel that there is not much life in it. Since everyone graduated, this house has been put on hold. A few years ago, people were here almost every day. There are endless ideas and joy here.

It's a pity that the days are long, and we all have to look forward, and we can't always stay in the past.

Song Gewen's face showed nostalgia and sadness, and his fingers swept the table lightly, without a trace of dust. I think Alan and the others often ask people to clean this place.

"When we were in college, we often met here. It can be said that we are here except at school. It is a secret base with Alan and the others."

The house is different from the antiques of the elevator, it has a unique, simple and modern style. Yin Zhiyuan walked around the house, and the innermost room is obviously different from the other rooms, with a girlish color in its simplicity.

One by one on the wall of photos, one scene after another, the protagonist is the same person.The girl's bright smile infected Yin Zhiyuan, and he poked his finger at the girl in the photo. His little sweetheart was so pretty and sweet back then.

Song Gewen took the refrigerator and found a drink that hadn't expired. When he walked to the door, he looked at Yin Zhiyuan smiling at his photo.

Passing the drink in his hand to Yin Zhiyuan, sitting on the soft bed, he saw that there was even a prom dress on the hanger.

"I didn't expect this to still be here." Surprisingly, she gestured with the dress on her body. "This is the dress from the prom four years ago, and I want to take it back as a souvenir this time."

Yin Zhiyuan saw this photo on the wall. In the photo, Little Sweetheart is also wearing this dress, showing her beautiful figure.Very well, the man next to him is not Alan, not Kevin, nor anyone he saw at this wedding.

His eyes were darkened, and he couldn't hear the tone of emotion, "Graduation prom?"

Tapping the photo with his fingers, "Who is this?"

"Why haven't you seen it?"

Song Gewen's attention was focused on the dress, and he didn't hear the man's jealous tone at all. He squinted his eyes to see who he was referring to, and a shy and young American boy, Steven, flashed out of his memory.

"He? We did group research together at the time, and invited me to be his female companion when we were about to graduate."

Leaning against the wall, Song Gewen seemed to have returned to that time, "I just remember that he was very shy at the time, and he couldn't help being funny. He was a cute boy."

Yin Zhiyuan looked at Song Gewen who was caught in memories, and his whole face couldn't help but darken.

"But later" Song Gewen suddenly saw Yin Zhiyuan's unhappy face, his whole face turned cold, and quickly changed his words, "Later he returned to the United States, and he didn't have much contact with Alan and the others, so he became unfamiliar."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

Yin Zhiyuan supported the wall with one hand, and put Little Sweetheart between him and the wall.The possessiveness in my heart was bursting, and I felt awkward listening to her talking about other men.

"Is it?"

The two were so close that she could almost feel Yin Zhiyuan's breath, "Really! I don't even remember his name."

Immediately afterwards, Yin Zhiyuan put an arm around Song Gewen's waist, letting her get close to him, "Dance with me."

Song Gewen didn't expect Yin Zhiyuan to dance the waltz so well, but she was a little rusty.

There was almost nothing in the refrigerator, and the two of them went to a nearby supermarket to buy something.

Yin Zhiyuan pushed the cart and followed Song Gewen, putting in snacks from time to time.

Song Gewen passed by the dessert area and found that he had eaten delicious desserts.On the stage, there were pieces cut into small pieces for tasting, and he picked up a piece and handed it to Yin Zhiyuan who was behind him.

"Try it, shall we buy some?"

The entrance is sweet but not greasy, and has a special silky taste. Yin Zhiyuan Chuding is very satisfied with the taste and gives a thumbs up.

There is a pink head and a red head in front of the counter, and pink bubbles keep popping up between the two, like a sweet couple coming out of a comic.

"Oh~ you guys are so sweet. Are you going to university near here?" The shopping guide couldn't help but praise, they looked like a young couple.

"Thank you. But it's been a long time since I graduated, so I'm here with my fiancé this time."

Yin Zhiyuan grinned to the sky when he heard this, but he still had to maintain his composure in the name of his fiance.

Going home and looking at the people cooking in the kitchen, Yin Zhiyuan felt that he was at a stage where he couldn’t get enough of Song Gewen. They were engaged, and then they would get married, have a cute baby, and when they were old, they would go to Jeju Island to retire .

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Gewen was about to serve the dishes, turned to look at Yin Zhiyuan, his eyes seemed to be radiating light.

"No, have you kept this house?"

Yin Zhiyuan changed the subject, holding the cutlery as if he was a good baby waiting for dinner.

"Well, Alan and the others bought it, it's a memory."

"There is also a projector here, do you want to watch a movie later?"

After the meal, the two of them nestled on the sofa, watching the love movie that Yin Zhiyuan said in New Journey to the West, "I won't watch this if you give me money."

Song Gewen suddenly pulled out this sentence from memory, and used it to tease his fiancé.

"Have you ever said that I won't read this if you give me money?"

Yin Zhiyuan paused when he put the popcorn in his mouth, he didn't even remember it, okay! ! !When is the new Journey to the West?Although it's hard to take back the water, his words have broken not once or twice, and he's used to it.

He changed hands and put the popcorn into the little sweetheart's mouth, "Really?"

"Isn't it because you're here. What are those big men and I looking at?"

In a word, Yin Zhiyuan uttered abstinence and sexiness in Little Sweetheart's ears.

Song Gewen was teased instead of teasing him, but he made himself numb all over.

After a busy day, the two of them packed up early and lay down on the bed.

In the dark, Yin Zhiyuan pressed his chin against the top of the other party's head, and the scene of the movie wedding was still lingering in his mind, so he asked.

"Have you thought about what kind of wedding you want?"

Song Gewen put his arms around Yin Zhiyuan's waist, and rubbed against Yin Zhiyuan's arms. In fact, as long as it was him, he would have nothing else to ask for.

"When I was young, I fantasized that when the spring blossoms, I would only exchange rings with my relatives and friends, and my future husband in a small church."

"After meeting Ouba, I realized that other things are not so important. As long as it is Ouba, I can do anything."

"Didn't I envy you when I was having dinner at Jae Hyun's house? We just had a meal with family and friends, and took a wedding photo. Min Ho took a good one, which just saved money. Hehehe , it’s quite interesting to think about.”

Yin Zhiyuan was stunned, the memory of little sweetheart, the two of them were not together at that time, and he was a bachelor, how could he think so much?Now I can't wait to give her the best.

He lowered his head and bit the other person's neck lightly, and said vaguely, "Didn't that mean I didn't meet you?"

Song Gewen snorted, Yin Zhiyuan probably belongs to the wolf, right?

"Next spring, when you can wear a beautiful dress, marry me, and we will go to our favorite country and city for our honeymoon."

"There is another little girl who is soft and soft." Thinking that Nuojiji would call her father's daughter, she laughed foolishly.

"Little daughter? Is the son not good?" Song Gewen was surprised by Yin Zhiyuan's brain circuit. Couldn't Ruan Nuo Nuo be a son?

"Okay, everything is fine. How about now?" Yin Zhiyuan regained his energy, turned on the bedside lamp and held his chin, tapping the corner of his mouth and looking at Little Sweetheart.

"Would you like to sleep on the sofa?" Song Gewen also imitated the tone of a male ticket with his chin on his hands.

Yin Zhiyuan groaned twice, turned off the light, and looked at the dress in the dark angrily.

So after returning home, Song Gewen never found the dress he wanted to bring back.

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