His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Lingzhi pursed his lower lip, and said softly, "I want to know you better. You can tell me anything, just like, I am willing to tell you anything about me."

Li Shunan's fingers paused slightly, and then he whispered a low "um".

Jiang Lingzhi grabbed his hand and shook it lightly, with a soft and soft voice, "However, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. If you feel that those things are unhappy, it will make you feel bad when you mention them. You don't need to force Myself."

Li Shunan looked down at her, the emotions between his brows and eyes were as strong as ink.

"I don't want to put pressure on you, just want to tell you, because of you, I feel very happy and happy, and I hope I can make you feel happy and happy too."

"..."

Jiang Ling knew his dark eyes were staring at him, and said in a low voice, "You can also rely on me. I have grown up and I can protect you."

"..."

"If the memory of the past is really unhappy. Then just remember the things that are happy now." Jiang Lingzhi raised his hand and put his arms around his neck, as if to coax him: "Our family Ashu is so good. It must be so good. To have the best in the world."

Li Shunan lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "I already have it."

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When I came out of the cemetery, it was already noon.

The two people held hands and walked in the direction of parking.

His words today seem to be exceptionally small, he looks thoughtful and doesn't know what he is thinking.

Jiang Lingzhi thought of the photo on the tombstone just now.

The woman is very beautiful, with a gentle smile, which is 50% similar to his eyebrows.

Jiang Lingzhi thought for a while, and held his palm with his other hand: "Ashu, what did your mother do before?"

Li Shunan lowered his eyes, his tone was lazy, and there was no ups and downs: "She is a journalist who loves photography. In the room you saw before, half of the cameras in it are her treasures."

This was the first time Jiang Lingzhi heard him talk about the past.

Jiang Lingzhi thought of the previous photo wall full of photos.

And when she turned around, he took a picture of her.

He said that it was the first portrait he had ever taken.

It turns out that his hobby of photography was influenced by his mother.

Suddenly thinking of something, Jiang Ling knew that his steps stopped.

He even stopped with Li Shunan, turned his head, and glanced at her: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Ling stared at him thoughtfully for a while, and stretched out the palm of his hand: "Lend me your wallet."

Li Shunan lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the palm of her hand, a little unclear, but he took the wallet out of his trouser pocket and placed it in the palm of her hand.

He faintly laughed: "I have met the parents, now are you in charge of financial power?"

Knowing that Jiang Ling ignored his joke, he opened the wallet and took a look.

There is a photo inside.

It's hers.

The background is that photo wall.

She just looked back.

The first photo he took of her.

Jiang Lingzhi raised his eyes and said, "Ge Ge told me before that you often stare at my photos in a daze."

"Well," Li Shunan raised his eyebrows, and leaned down slightly to look at her, with a lazy voice: "Then I can't see you, so I'm not allowed to take a look at the photo?"

Whenever he talked to her, he always leaned down subconsciously and stared at her.

This height is just right for her.

Jiang Lingzhi blinked, and took the opportunity to leaned in and kissed him.