my husband is a killer

Chapter 208 Lingering 11
The first time, the last time, and it will never change again... Well, this, can it be regarded as his confession? She glanced at him carefully, but she didn't dare to say this sentence, he would definitely refuse to admit it, saying Maybe he will turn his face when he becomes angry from embarrassment...

"Hey, what does that face mean?" He said those words seriously, but seeing the strange expression on her face, he was already a little displeased, "Do you still not believe me?"

"Trust letter, letter letter, of course, I was just thinking, that Uncle Tian also made my household registration book!" She laughed quickly, afraid that he would see her true thoughts!

"Your household registration book..." A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he stared at her puzzled eyes and said slowly, "Your household registration booklet was given to me by the dean!"

"The dean gave it to you?" She was really surprised, "You went to see the dean early in the morning, what did she say?"

"She told you to listen to me in everything, don't cry anymore, don't quarrel with me again!" He rolled his eyes, bit a smirk on the side of his mouth, and said it seriously!
"Nonsense, she wouldn't say such things!" She was about to ask clearly, but he had already handed a folded piece of paper to her hand, she opened her doubts, but suddenly froze!
It was a painting that was almost forgotten in her memory!

The distant age, the uncontrollable sadness and despair-the painting wet with tears that could not be wiped away at that time-my wish, her greatest wish, father and mother, a happy and warm home sitting around the dining table under the lights!
"The dean said that this painting will be framed and hung in our home." He reached out and hugged her who was in a daze, and lowered his head and smiled in her ear, "Although the painting is a bit ugly, since the dean has spoken, then I will reluctantly agree!"

She turned her head to look at him, unable to utter a word under the agitation of her heart, tears welled up in her eyes, he immediately stopped her:
"Hey, Lanjiao, don't cry—"

She couldn't say the following words——she tiptoed to kiss him, and whispered three words between her lips:

"Thank you!"

"Hey, it's on the street..." He muttered, but he couldn't speak immediately, and the worries of still being on the street were forgotten, and he couldn't help but indulge in her breath!
The sun that had been baking for a day finally set, and only half an egg yolk was left hanging on the sea level. Countless small waves undulated and bumped, shaking the nest of red like fire into golden waves that shattered light. Clutch on the tip!The sky is high and the sea is wide, and all the rising and falling waves are also quenched with a little bit of light. Looking down from the cliffs facing the sea, the entire sea level is full of radiant colors and magnificent waves!

(End of this chapter)