But in this fatigue, it is filled with happiness and happiness.

Her wedding was done exactly the way she liked.

The island, the flowers everywhere, the band, the people she loves deeply, and her family and friends she cares about.

The wedding she once fantasized about.

Her dream wedding.

From her husband Mo Yesi, she turned into a real wedding.

Anything she wants.

This man did his best to help her achieve it.

A warm and familiar atmosphere surrounded her, and a low, hoarse, and particularly sexy voice fell into her ears, gentle and lingering: "Baby, what are you thinking?"

Qiao Mianmian leaned against the man's warm and strong arms, and her voice was lazily: "I'm thinking, I'm very lucky."

"Um?"

"Married to you." Qiao Mianmian half-squinted her eyes, and began to recall from the first meeting between the two. The past was like a movie replay, all of which were sweet and happy pasts. She said with sweetness in her eyes, "Mo Yesi, I think the luckiest thing in my life is to marry you and become your wife."

The arms around her waist tightened.

Qiao Mianmian felt it, pursed her lips and smiled, and continued, "If a person really has a next life, I really hope to marry you and be your wife in the next life."

"Mianmian..."

The man's arm holding her waist tightened again, and reached out to him gently. His eyes were scorching in his deep black eyes, with a strong feeling that could swallow and melt people, "What you just said is the truth?"

Qiao Mianmian raised her head, looked at the man's handsome face as if it was a knife, and reached out to touch his very beautiful and charming deep eyes; "Well, the truth is. Mo Yesi, I really hope to marry you in my next life."

"If you are willing to ask me for the rest of your life."

"I do."

The man held her little hand tightly, lowered his head, kissed her slender white fingertips with his hot thin lips, pressed her little hand tightly against his face, and said with a hoarse voice: "If you are willing to marry me in your next life and be my wife, of course I am willing to want you."

"I just want you."

He doesn't want anyone except her.

He Mo Yesi has been around for generations, only Qiao Mianmian.

"Mo Yesi..." The man's eyes were too hot and too affectionate. Qiao Mianmian felt as if he was about to melt into the deep affection in his eyes.

*

Qiao Mianmian lay on the bed exhausted, not even trying to move a finger.

Just now, Mo Yesi took her to the bathroom and then came out with her.

"Baby, are you sleepy?" Mo Yesi hugged the petite group beside him in his arms, reached out to touch her head, his voice was so gentle that it was outrageous, "If you are sleepy, go to bed."

He couldn't help it just now.

Even though she knew she was very tired, he couldn't control her in that atmosphere at that time...

"Yes." Qiao Mianmian's voice was weak, obviously sleepy, "Mo Yesi, you, you haven't sang to me yet."

Mo Yesi developed the habit of singing before going to bed to coax her to sleep for Qiao Mianmian.

Now Qiao Mianmian doesn't sleep until he listens to his singing, and is no longer used to it.

"Okay, baby, which song I want to listen to today?"

"I want to listen to that song "sailing."

"Okay." The man hummed gently, patting the little man in his arms with one hand, coaxing her like coaxing her to sleep.
Chapter completed!