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Chapter 863 Han Qingrang: Sending You a Sea of ​​Roses

The one-and-a-half-year-old Han Yiren doesn't know much by himself, and relies on repeating what his parents say.

Also re-read it in a decent way.

Therefore, Zhiyun often said that Han Yiren is a small repeater.

"Does Yiyi eat watermelon?" Zhiyun asked the little repeater Xiao Yiren.

"Seven watermelons, seven, seven."

Xiao Yiren reread Zhiyun's words, repeating the word eat a lot.

It's just that the pronunciation is not clear, it sounds like the number seven.

Zhiyun said to Xiao Yiren: "I don't eat watermelon, so does Yiyi eat watermelon?"

Xiao Yiren repeated: "Nest seven watermelons," but paused and said: "Baby seven."

Zhiyun was amused, so he asked, "Does Yiyi love her mother?"

Xiao Yiren muaed at Zhiyun's face, and accidentally left a saliva mark: "I love Ma Ma~"

Zhiyun asked again: "Does Yiyi love Dad?"

Xiao Yiren blew a kiss to Han Qing, the movement was not very skillful, but she was so happy: "mua~love papa~"

Han Qingrang leaned over and kissed Xiao Yiren's forehead, that kind of love: "Daddy loves you too, Yiyi."

He and Zhizhi's daughter, the only precious daughter.

Little Yiren blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Does Papa love babies the most?"

Han Qingrang raised the corners of his lips: "Father loves your mother now, so he loves you."

Xiao Yiren didn't understand what this meant, but in short, Papa loved her very much.

But she likes numbness the most, what should I do if she likes papa swollen?

It's too difficult, so don't tell Papa.

……

In the boundless sea, the cheerful waves dance lightly. It is the smiling face of the sea, which makes people yearn for it.

In the evening, a round of red sun slowly descended from the sea level, and the remaining half was exposed on the sea level.

The half-round red sun on the sea level dyed the entire sea surface and the sky into golden red. When the rays of light were overwhelming and the water and sky merged into one, the entire area of ​​rays of light filled the earth.

The beach is covered with colorful shells.

The feet on the sand are soft, with the residual heat from being baked by the sun, and every step is very comfortable.

When the sea breeze blows, Zhiyun's white skirt also blows up, fluttering and dancing with the wind.

She gently stood on tiptoe, stepped on the soft sand with her toes, took one step at a time, moving back and forth with small movements.

The wind blew the silk scarf on her shoulders, and it slid down from her shoulders and landed on her wrists.

She didn't pull up the slipped silk scarf, but danced lightly on the beach and in the wind in such a comfortable posture, enjoying a beautiful moment.

Slowly turning around, her wrist was clasped, and with a twist, she was pulled back again, and she leaned on a broad and warm embrace.

Han Qingrang hugged her from behind, kissed her hair, her shoulders, and pulled the silk scarf that had slipped off by the wind for her.

Zhiyun turned around and wrapped his arms around his neck: "Han Qingrang, how long have we been married?"

Han Qingrang: "Tomorrow is the eighth year, our wedding anniversary."

Zhiyun: "Since it's our wedding anniversary, what are you going to give me?"

Han Qingrang: "Send you a sea of ​​roses."

Zhiyun: "Why not sunflowers?"

Han Qingrang: "The flowering period of sunflowers is too short."

Yes, the flowering period of sunflowers is too short, Han Qingrang doesn't like it, and Zhiyun doesn't like it either.

"What did Zhizhi give me?" Han Qingrang asked for her gift in turn.

Zhiyun smiled and rolled his eyelashes, and began to sing: "I'll send you away, thousands of miles away... Ah, well, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong."

(End of this chapter)