The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Mrs. Han." Han Zhuoling suddenly shouted.

"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya didn't respond at first, "Huh?"

"It's okay." Han Zhuolin's eyes and lips were all smiles, "Just want to cry."

Shi Xiaoya didn't expect that he hadn't called it yesterday, but today he suddenly had such a hand.

Shi Xiaoya couldn't help but bend up.

I thought he would be finished with a sudden cry.

Who knows that after a while, he heard him call again, "Mrs. Han."

This time, Shi Xiaoya did not answer.

Thinking of it anyway, he just called Shuangshuang.

Who knows, if she couldn't hear her answer, Han Zhuoling called again, "Mrs. Han?"

"How?" Shi Xiaoya finally answered.

"It's nothing, just to say that we will hold hands together for the rest of our lives." Han Zhuo Ling turned his head and looked softly at her.

Shi Xiaoya suddenly felt something warm and astringent in her throat.

She was speechless and even wanted to cry.

My eyes are aching.

Shi Xiaoya blinked her eyes and blinked back the wetness in her eyes, which aggravated Han Zhuoling's strength.

"Hmm." Shi Xiaoya focused on her head and looked up at Han Zhuoling under the moonlight, so gentle and beautiful, "We have been like this, holding hands and going down."

Holding hands, slowly grow old.

But now, she can't think of what Han Zhuoling looks like when she gets old, and she doesn't want to.

She didn't want to see his gray-haired Cang Lao look, just wanted to see him always so arrogant and upright, with a spirit of enthusiasm.

There are people who are old, sick, dead, and no one can escape that process and result.

However, she just couldn't imagine Han Zhuoling like that.

Han Zhuoling is much older than her.

She knew that Han Zhuoling had to go through that step before her.

But she couldn't stand it, watching him slowly grow old and pass away in front of her eyes.

She wanted to have more time with him.

Han Zhuoling also seemed to feel the change in Shi Xiaoya's mood and was planning to stop.

Who knows Shi Xiaoya also just stopped.

Han Zhuoling felt a drag in his hand.

He turned around with this force, wondering.

Unexpectedly, his little wife took the initiative to pounce on him, and plopped into his arms directly.

Han Zhuoling has long been accustomed to hug her naturally.

Shi Xiaoya also hugged Han Zhuoling tightly with both hands, looked up, looked at him pitifully, so carefully.

Han Zhuoling is strange, "What's wrong?"

Shi Xiaoya shook her head, "I don't want you to grow old."

Han Zhuo Ling's mouth twitched, "What are you thinking about, little girl?"

He just got married now, and think he is old?

Shi Xiaoya did n’t know that Han Zhuoling wanted to be crooked, and he rubbed his cheek in his arms, “Just thinking, we ’ll be together for a lifetime. But a lifetime is so short, I think of how old you are before me ... "

Han Zhuoling tightened her waist tightly.

Although she thought so at this time, he was quite moved.

But she still said he was old!

Han Zhuoling couldn't help but pumped twice, clenching his teeth and said: "You can rest assured, I must take good care of myself. After I'm 60, Baozhun is almost the same as now."

Shi Xiaoya: "..."

Does she mean that?

Han Zhuo Ling grinded his teeth and felt that he was deeply suspected by his little wife when he was in his prime, which was very bad.

"Let's go home," Han Zhuolin said.