untamed

Chapter 88 Don't go away

The night river in Sioux City is undoubtedly beautiful.

There are modern suspension bridges across the vast water, tall buildings stand on the far side of the river, and beautiful neon lights are reflected on the water, sparkling and bright.

Occasionally, boats will pass by, and the river surface will be rippled, circle after circle, smashing the waves.

There was a pavement on the side of the suspension bridge. Shen Di led Wen Ye to walk on it, listening to the roar of cars on the road and watching the river surging.

"Is it cool?" Shen Di squeezed the small hand in his palm, and turned his head to ask Wen Ye, who was watching the river view from the fence.

Wen Ye turned his head to look at him, his face full of comfort and laziness.She took the initiative to get into the boy's broad arms, but said, "It's not cold."

Shen Di naturally wrapped around her waist and asked with a smile, "Then why are you leaning over again?"

Wen Ye turned around, leaned her back against Shen Ji's chest, opened her arms to embrace the entire river, closed her eyes, and trusted the person behind her wholeheartedly, "Comfortable~"

Shen Di's eyes softened, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Not many people came out for a walk at night, in twos and threes, shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, Wen Ye dragged Shen Di into the crowd, and went to the place where people gathered in the distance.

It turned out to be a folk singer singing!

The guitar plays a melodious and simple tune, and the voice of the singer is thick and hoarse. When the voice is high, it will attract a burst of applause, and when the voice is low, it will occasionally bring a touch of sadness and resentment.

Wen Ye lay on the railing and listened, his heart also fluctuating with the singing.

Shen Di followed her figure intently, unable to look away at all.

When the song ended, the crowd dispersed.

Folk singers are still plucking the strings at will, waiting for the next guest to order a song.

Shen Di raised his hand and tucked Wen Ye's wind-blown hair into his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Like it?"

"like!"

"Wait."

Wen Ye didn't know why, but he had to follow Shen Ji to the place where the folk singer was.

Shen Di stepped forward and negotiated with the person in a low voice, the other party nodded kindly, then handed the guitar to Shen Di himself and then retreated "under the stage".

Shen Di plucked the strings at will, and a series of notes leaked out from his fingertips. He raised his head and smiled and looked at the little girl who was covering his mouth in surprise, and raised his eyebrows faintly proudly: "What do you want to hear?"

Wen Ye blinked his eyes dully, surprised and at a loss: "Also, can you still order a song?"

"What's wrong?"

Having said that, Wen Ye was so sudden because of this incident, his mind was blank for a while, and he couldn't even remember the name of a song.

While she was annoyed, she tried her best to turn her brain. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and said, "Just the song that my brother sang to me last time, okay?"

That song was a fairy tale, and it was used by Shen Di when he confessed.

The teenager raised his head and glanced narrowly at Wen Ye, who had reacted to Ye, but his fingertips had already begun to pluck the strings.

Different from the original melodious and melodious folk style, Shen Di's voice is low and magnetic, the tone is so gentle, and the guitar sound is light and soft, and the tunes are all pink and sweet. Most are couples.

".You have to believe, believe we will go to fairy tales where happiness and joy are the ending"

Love in fairy tales is often out of reach in reality.The young man made a promise with his heart, swearing by singing, and making a promise in the future, he will take care of his girl, like a princess in a real fairy tale, with all his heart and life.

Wen Ye felt his face was hot, was she confessed again in public?
At the end of the song, Shen Ji returned the guitar to the folk singer when a few girls approached to stop him to ask for contact information. Wen Ye rounded his eyes directly, his consciousness returned in an instant, and his eyes went through the gap between the people in front of her and chased Shen Ji.

However, Shen Ji rejected everyone with a cold face, came to Wen Ye and held her hand again, ruthlessly interrupting several girls who were still not giving up: "I'm sorry, my phone is in mine. Wife here, you have to ask her if she agrees."

Wen Ye didn't have time to correct the word "wife", so he braved the eyes of these unfamiliar girls, but whispered righteously, "No."

There was no momentum at all, and Shen Di was amused so much that he couldn't help laughing.

It wasn't until a foreign man found Wen Ye by surprise, and came up to ask for WeChat, Shen Di's face was completely cold.

He pushed the person into his arms forcefully, and threatened in a cool tone: "I'm sorry, she's my wife."

So, those who are sensible, get away.

The man looked at Wen Ye in astonishment, and quickly uttered the question in English. Shen Di frowned when he heard the words, and scolded the man who suddenly appeared in his heart again. Do you speak Chinese?
Wen Ye pulled Shen Ji, who was puzzled, but heard her return a sentence to a foreign man in a very clear and clear English accent.

The foreign man was obviously even more surprised, and even took out his mobile phone again, Wen Ye smiled and shook his head, pulled Shen Ji, who had a bad face, kissed him, and said, "we are getting married. i love him very much."

The foreign man nodded regretfully, then left after saying a few words.

On the way back, Shen Di kept pestering Wen Ye to ask her to explain what they had just talked about, but Wen Ye was reluctant to speak because he was shy.

For the first time, Shen Di ate the loss of not being able to pull the foreign language, and his teeth tickled with hatred.

When he returned to the famous place, he refused to let Wen Ye go back, dragged her to stay in his room, and then entangled in all kinds of tossing, stubbornly showing a small temper.

Wen Ye's eyes were wet and red, she patted her wrinkled skirt, and took a bite unmoved by someone.

She scolded, "You are so annoying."

Shen Di's brows raised, and when he caught these words, he began to mess around, "Baby, do you not like me anymore, I just confessed to you and you think I'm annoying."

Wen Ye put his hand over his mouth and glared at him.

Crawling out of his encirclement with hands and feet, Wen Ye sat up straight, his face was still a little red, and finally chose to confess.

In fact, nothing, the foreign man was surprised that Shen Di called her wife, and lamented to Wen Ye that she had gotten married so early.

Hence what Wen Ye said above: "We are getting married soon. I love him very much."

After finishing speaking, Wen Ye was a little embarrassed to look at Shen Ji, groping and trying to sneak away.

Just as soon as the toes touched the ground, they were swept back by a pair of powerful arms, and the firm and broad chest pressed down, like a giant stone soldering iron, heavy and hot.

Wen Ye's hand was not very effective against him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"What do you say?"

In the gap where the red lips were found, Wen Ye was still thinking, how did she know what he was thinking?His thoughts are always changing, too elusive.

No lights were turned on in the room, even the curtains were drawn, and it was pitch black.

The sight is blocked, and the hearing and touch become sharp and sensitive.

In addition to the harmonious breathing, Wen Ye also heard a low whisper: "Don't go"

(End of this chapter)