In Jiangcheng, on the main road of the small western-style building, the breeze blew the leaves of the sycamore trees, and the bright sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, mottled on the body of the car.
A Maybach was driving forward at a speed of 60 mph. Tingyun was driving by himself, and Mu Jianing sat in the passenger seat with a happy expression on his face.
A song that soothed emotions was played in the car, which was in English, with a very nice melody and moderate volume.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the exquisite big book in her hand, which contained a table on it, recording in detail the 100 romantic things that couples had to do.
They have made four of them these days, watched a horror movie together, and ate popcorn, and she buried her head in his chest.
Wearing a white gauze skirt, they stepped barefoot on the soft beach, and they stood in touch with each other and waited for the sunset by the sea.
Close your eyes and let Tingyun lead a long path full of flowers. She smelled the fragrance of flowers with a smile. He told her stories he had heard when he was a child...
She accompanied him home, made dinner together, and did housework together...
Every time a small thing is completed, there are dates written on it and red marks on the fingers of two people, which is full of ritual.
This is a bit of happiness that will enrich their years to come.
She looked through the little things that had not been completed again, and she was very interested.
In fact, she loves him. As long as she is with him, she will find it very interesting no matter what she does. This is love.
Tingyun drove the car with a gentle face, and from time to time he turned his eyes to look at her. He always felt relieved with her by his side.
Seeing the smile on Jia Ning's face, he could not help but raise the corners of his lips, and the curve of the corners of his mouth looked very beautiful.
If a person appears, it will make people feel inexplicably happy, then this is also love.
At this moment, the car was filled with a sense of happiness, and his relationship with her was already very stable.
"Brother Ting, are we really getting married after 100 small things?" Turning his eyes, the girl blinked Buling's eyes at him and asked with some expectation.
Tingyun's voice sounds gentle and nice, "Of course, this is our agreement."
"Then I just calculated that if your company is not very busy, we can complete at least five items a week."
"Isn't that just right? I've saved enough brides and can marry you home as soon as possible."
Tingyun now just wants to concentrate on dating. After all, the company is operating stably because it is an unprecedented feeling and cannot be replaced by any career success.
Jia Ning's existence seemed to awaken every sleeping cell in his body, making Tingyun feel that every day is so vibrant.
He would go to bed early, look forward to the arrival of the morning and see her.
"Jia Ning, you can choose whatever you want to do first, not necessarily in order." Tingyun said to her drowningly, "I can decide depending on your own mood."
"Yeah." When Mu Jianing saw the words "Take a Bath Together" written on the notebook, she couldn't help but blush on her cheeks and quickly closed the notebook.
The car quickly drove into the villa group, and the arc-shaped asphalt road was close to me. Two minutes later, the familiar small western-style building came into view.
At the same time, the familiar car in the yard also came into view. Tingyun and Jianing saw the car door open, and saw Mu Yannian get out of the car with a large bouquet of roses in his hand and step into the living room.
"Stop, stop quickly." Jia Ning said excitedly and quietly.
Tingyun pulled the car aside and stopped the two of them. They both had a tacit understanding. Don’t disturb them in this situation, right?