Good Morning, Mr. President!

She was a little awkward, "I haven't even been in love in my life, so it's a pity to marry you inexplicably, not to mention it? Besides ... every year, everything can be changed, and who knows you are right What is my mind now. In case ... when you get along, you are disappointed with what I am now, what should I do? "

Fu Yichen was more worried that she was disappointed in herself.

However, such things as marriage cannot be taken too seriously. He also wanted to enjoy a feeling of love. Moreover, it was not fair for her to start talking to her about marriage since her last marriage had not ended.

While he was pondering, Weiwei Yang got up from his legs.

Looking around, this house that has not lived in so many years is clean and spotless after being reorganized. It seemed to be the room she knew from memory.

Thinking of what Mother Fu had just said to herself, she looked back at him, "Did you prepare a birthday present for me the year you left?"

This problem seems to be responsible for the scars. He scratched a complex dark ray in his eyes, got up to open the cabinet, and took the scarf from the bottom of the box.

Until now, the scarf had been wrapped in a paper bag and had not been opened.

It's a goose yellow scarf.

It matches her white complexion.

Looking at Chi Weiyang, his fingers were trembling. After a while, she sucked her nose, pretending to ask easily: "Really did you buy it before? Wouldn't you buy it now to fool me?"

Fu Yichen drew a scarf and slowly wore it around her neck. Take a few steps back and look at her seriously. Looking at it, his eyes turned deep, sad and affectionate.

Originally, these would have been given to her.

Chi Weiyang was uncomfortable with his eyes, his face was reddish, and she pretended not to feel it, and walked to the mirror. He glanced at himself, his eyes sparkling. She held up her scarf and buried half of her face in it. The scarf had a long-lasting taste and the pungent smell of sanitary pills. However, she seemed to be unaware of it and only felt the belated warmth. .

After a while, the emotions at the bottom of the eyes were finally narrowed, and his mouth narrowed, pretending to be disgusted: "It seems that it is out of date now."

Fu Yichen watched her obsessively, and when she heard her words, her lips were bent, she said, "Wait back to Kyoto and buy another one."

"No, I want this one."

"Don't you think it's outdated?"

"... I like this color."

"Okay, pick the same color then."

Chi Weiyang favored him for a moment, as if he thought he was stupid and would no longer care about him. Fu Yichen smiled, looked at her helplessly and spoiled, and rubbed her hair, as she was used to when she was a child, "You like it. I have been worried that you don't like it."

She grunted awkwardly: "Who likes it? It took so many years to send it in, and it's too late to love it ..."

Fu Yichen didn't answer any more, just leaned on her desk and stared at her. She was standing in front of the mirror, looking left and right, she couldn't help it.

He looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.

For so many years, there has never been such a solid thing as today. There is one of the most important things in life, and suddenly it is lost and restored. Make him stingy, and a little stunned, fearing that when he opened his eyes, it was just a dream.

While thinking about it, she suddenly turned and walked to him. Open palms towards him.

He raised an eyebrow for unknown reasons and grabbed her hand.

Chi Weiyang pushed his hand away and spread his palm again, "Give me something."

"what?"

"Last time I threw it away and you picked it up again."

Fu Yichen understood what she was referring to, and looked at her with a smile, "Don't you tell me, that thing doesn't mean anything to you, is it garbage?"

Chi Weiyang was annoyed by his laugh and the words. Mingming is to tease her.

She raised her hand and patted him in the palm, "Return me!"

He dragged her hand into the palm of his hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand unconsciously, "You can do it, but you promise me."

"Promise you?"

"Later, don't throw it away."

Chi Weiyang raised his eyebrows. "That's not necessarily true. Someday you'll make me angry, maybe I threw it again."

Fu Yichen couldn't help her. Qu Zhi pinched the tip of her nose before taking the small pocket watch with the photo out of her pocket.

But this time, two were taken out.

Chi Weiyang was a little surprised and looked at him with emotion, "Are you still there?"

"I always carry it with me."

Chi Weiyang opened one of them and placed his photo inside. It's still the original one, but it's faded over time. There were all kinds of unspeakable feelings in her heart. She took the other, hung it around her neck, and stuffed it into her sweater.

Fu Yichen smiled charmingly and took the other one away.

He took her hand, and twitched her finger with her thumb, rubbing emotionally. The two of them did not speak for a long time, as if enjoying the moment of approaching.

Late for many many years of closeness ...

"Actually, I thought you would really go to study medicine. But fortunately, you are not as willful as I thought." Fu Yichen took the lead in opening his mouth, and his eyes were deeper in smile.

"Don't look down on me," Chi Weiyang said, "I don't study medicine because I don't like it. I hate you, and naturally hate what you like."

He laughed and stared at her deeply. "What about now?"

The sound, low-dumb, simple words, has an unspeakable temptation. Chi Weiyang's apex was beating so hard that it was so confusing that it was difficult for people to say the word ‘hate’.

However, after all, she kept a little sober and was not fascinated by him. Just squeezed his hand and snorted, "Don't think you said it was a fake marriage, I will not be angry with you! A fake marriage is also married to someone! Attorney Su is right, if you are true ... ... really ... "

Speaking of which, she got stuck.

He smiled and looked at her with interest, "What is it? Why not go on?"

This guy just wants to see her ashamed!

Chi Weiyang simply went out and glared at him, "If you really like me, how could you just marry someone! And what have you done in recent years? Even if you kill and set fire, use it Don't contact me at all? "

She seemed to be getting more angry and poking at his chest with annoyed fingers, "You have no conscience! I must have made a new girlfriend, afraid that I would still entangle you, so I dare not contact me, right?"

As soon as I thought of this possibility, a sour bubble appeared in my heart.