Yan Shuhan raised his head, pressed her slightly to her head, and pressed her to his chest.

Like holding a lost treasure.

After a long time, he opened her lightly, long fingers stroked her cheek, wiped away the tears from her face, held her, sat on the chair, and pulled the picture album in front of her.

"You haven't told me yet, do you like this gift?" Yan Shuhan turned the picture book to the last page, and put his hand on the picture book, the girl's delicate face.

The last picture in his album is the eighteen-year-old Yi Xiaoling.

The background of the painting is Yan's Manor. She is wearing a pure white wedding dress and sitting on the swing under the big locust tree. He is wearing a black suit and holding a bouquet, standing behind her swing.

At an inadvertent moment, she grabbed her swing with one hand, she turned her head in amazement, and he lowered her head and kissed her lips...

This is what he planned, belonging to her eighteen years old, wearing a wedding gown, to become his fiancee.

Looking at the painting in front of him, Yi Xiaoling's tears finally burst again.

Sitting in his arms, holding him tightly, choked, speechless.

I can only keep repeating saying sorry...

"I want to hear me, not these three words." Yan Shuhan squeezed her chin and forced her to raise her head. The obsidian-like pupils shone with an unignorable light.

"..." Yi Xiaoling was startled, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes. Yan Shuhan wanted to say something, but Yan Shuhan pressed her lips to prevent her from speaking.

"I don't listen to explanations, and don't make excuses. I only want you to tell me, do you love me?"

"..." Yi Xiaoling met his stubborn gaze with red eyes. This is the man she has loved for eighteen years, and she cannot refuse such Yan Shuhan.

Wen Yujia and Meng Liangfeng have reconciled, maybe, between them, it is really not a dead end.

"Little daughter-in-law, let's get engaged, okay?" Yan Shuhan seemed to see her shaking, the magnetic voice slowly ringing in her ears, bewitching.

got engaged……

Once her 18th birthday wish was to become his fiancee.

Is it okay now?

"As long as you want, we can do the same as before." Yan Shuhan cupped her face in both hands and opened her lips confidently.

"..." Yi Xiaoling's tears endured, because of his words, it fell from his eyes in an instant.

Holding him, nodded desperately.

She is willing!

Yan Shuhan hugged her arm, tightening silently, and the dark eyes were full of spoiling light.

-

Yan Group.

CEO's office.

"You have to eat more meat to grow meat."

"There are also vegetables."

"You taste this soup, I will stare at it personally..." Yi Xiaoling was lying in front of Yan Shuhan's desk, pointing to the dishes on the table, muttering in her mouth.

As soon as Yan Shuhan moved his chopsticks, a piece of shrimp was inserted into her mouth.

"Eat without talking and sleeping."

Yi Xiaoling smiled and fed him the food, resting his cheeks in his hands, staring at his Qingjun's face, and admiring: "My little husband is so handsome even when he teaches people."

"Ahem!" Yan Shuhan choked on the rice he had just eaten, and coughed lightly after covering his mouth.

With his hand, just about to get the water glass, Yi Xiaoling had already taken a step ahead of him, holding the water glass up to his lips.

"How come it's so good? I know you are too happy to see me delivering food to you, but pay attention to safety."