Yang Ping, who had changed her clothes, walked out of the bedroom and the warm and romantic dinner began.
A simple and generous pearl white evening dress, Yang Ping playfully inserted a bun with a silver chopstick, and put some light makeup on her face, which just supported the temperament that belonged only to her.
Although she is middle-aged, she is as dazzling as a night pearl when dressed up.
The living room Reed's record player was playing casually and lazy...
“Rading in the sea of love…
You and I have always been sad...
I sing softly in your ear...
You smiled...
like……
Two stars in the sea...
You are a beautiful accident...
I can't let go anymore..."
"My beautiful wife, can you ask you to dance?" Ye Wenzhong pulled open his chair with a smile.
As the candlelight swayed, Ye Wenzhong stood up and gently embraced Yang Ping's waist. He slowly took the dance steps with the rhythm. Yang Ping was stunned and then felt relieved. He put his hands on Ye Wenzhong's neck and followed gently.
With her husband's dance steps and looking at each other, Ye Wenzhong kissed his wife deeply...
Ye Wenzhong was stunned after seeing his wife dressed up. For many years, Yang Ping has deliberately kept a low profile. She only wore professional clothes at work and changed into comfortable home clothes at home. Yang Ping, who is a little feminine, even likes it very much.
Some furry cute little things, such as the pair of pink rabbits, were laughing at her a lot for this night. She was still making things for the little girl when she was old, and Yang Ping was just gentle.
A smile.
"Husband, I didn't expect your dance to be so good..." As the song ended, Yang Ping raised her face and praised Ye Wenzhong sincerely. She has been hiding herself for twenty years. Why is Ye Wenzhong like this?
Although they live together, they each have their own little secrets.
"I didn't expect you to dress up so well..." Ye Wenzhong also sighed. He has been married for more than 20 years, but he never expected his wife to dress up so beautifully.
Yang Ping looked at her husband deeply, recalling all the things she had over the years. In an instant, she became obsessed with. Her husband turned out to be so outstanding. Her previous image of a rough man was subverted overnight, and replaced by a
A mature man who is quite gentlemanly, knows how to romance, and knows how to make his wife happy.
Gently putting his broad shoulders on his shoulders, Yang Ping leaned her head against Ye Wenzhong's thick chest, smelling his unique strong masculine smell, and listening to his powerful heartbeat, all of this was like the same place
The safe harbor made Yang Ping deeply attached. She began to recall and make various assumptions, if she was not a Japanese, if she was just an ordinary Chinese girl, if she was just his wife, if she had never met her
He has never received a task since he was a child...
It was not until another song that Yang Ping slowly raised her head, reached out and gently stroked Ye Wenzhong's tough cheek, closed her eyes and felt it seriously. She told herself that she must remember it and remember every one on his face.
Edges. If there is really a next life, I must rely on this memory to find him and my husband...
"This is really 'Xiaoxue'! I'm so lucky to marry such a beautiful wife. No wonder my son is so handsome. It seems you can do it..." Ye Wenzhong smiled happily and helped Yang Ping open his seat.
.After Yang Ping took her seat, she returned to her seat, picked up the red wine and poured a glass of Yang Ping.
"Thank you, husband." Yang Ping looked at Ye Wenzhong gently, then lowered her head and smiled. Her husband, who looked rough and sturdy, had done enough homework tonight. But it may have been too long since she showed up, although
I tried my best to do it well, but my movements were still a little awkward. I couldn't help but feel funny. For my husband's rare gentleness.
"Eat first, the steak will cool down later." Yang Ping chuckled with kindness.
"Yes, yes, yes, I love eating steak made by my wife the most." Ye Wenzhong smiled so well, picked up the knife and fork and threw off his cheeks and started eating. His plate was quite large, obviously it was Yang.
Ping specially added a little more, for fear that he would not be able to eat enough for only beef at night. As a family wife, what she wanted not only to take care of a man's heart gently, but also to know how to take care of a man's stomach.
"How is your son?" Yang Ping asked softly as she cut a small piece of burnt steak from the plate.
"It's okay, my son doesn't die so easily. The little brat should have gone to the third brother now." Ye Wenzhong chewed the steak in big mouthfuls, nodding in praise, and answering Yang Ping's question.
"Can you save him?" Yang Ping stopped in the air with her hands holding the fork, and asked Ye Wenzhong with some pleading. She sincerely hoped that her son would not have to live that kind of life. Ye Yangjian, who was born in a peaceful era, should be because of this.
I've lived well, at least better than them...
"It's not a question of whether to save or not. If this matter is too big, someone will definitely take the blame. He has this awareness. To him, the desperation may not be a bad thing. At least that kind of life is familiar to him, in the city.
Life may be a torment for my son..." Ye Wenzhong smiled self-deprecatingly. He was also guilty of his son. He had promised them to return their identity after the mission was over, but he did not expect that he forced his son away this time
.
"A family like ours is really a miserable son..." Yang Ping's eyes turned red when she thought of her Ye Yangjian. Compared to her life, she cared more about her baby son. This is maternal love. No nationality or race.
Love.
"Wife, don't underestimate our son. He can do things better than us. Besides, the third brother will not ignore it." Ye Wenzhong smiled indifferently. His son knew best. Ye Yangjian
It's not so easy to die? That kid is so terrible. He has been on the battlefield many times, so he should be used to seeing things that are alive and dead. Only Yang Ping thinks he is a child who never grows up.
"It's all my fault. He should have had a normal life, and then we will watch him get married and have children..." Yang Ping said, her eyes turned red and Su Su started crying. At this moment, she was not a Japanese agent.
'Xiaoxue'. Just a mother who is worried about her son...
"Stop talking about those, you haven't seen the third brother, but you can rest assured that that kid is the most powerful of our three brothers. It won't be a problem with him as a athlete, otherwise he will come to see him..."
Taking a sip of red wine, looking at Yang Ping with a smile, signaling his wife to be relieved. Ye Wenzhong's mind suddenly showed the little things about the three brothers living together when they were young. Yes, the third brother is the most powerful, no matter which aspect
, He is much better than himself and his elder brother, and the old man values him the most...
The music on the record player is still playing slowly, and the atmosphere in the entire living room is very romantic and warm. Ye Wenzhong and Yang Ping have dinner while chatting occasionally, and they will chat happily, and they will smile at each other.
All in vain, that is a memory that belongs only to them...
But time is always ruthless, and there is a banquet that will end even if the grand banquet ends. The two have special identities. Ye Wenzhong and Yang Ping know that there will be an explanation for what will happen if there is no way tonight...