Mo Weiliang leaned in his arms and shook his head feebly. His voice was as light as the wind and clouds, "Yi Yi, you lied to me. You have lied to me once. You can't lie to me a second time. If I leave you, you

What should I do? Where can I go without you? You ask me to find happiness, and you are my happiness. But if my happiness dies, where can I go to find it..."

"Liang'er, do you remember that you asked me a question? That day you told me the story of Meng Po Soup. You asked me, would you rather wait for me for a thousand years, or drink a bowl of Meng Po Soup?"

That day, the sky was as blue as the sea.

In this extremely scorching summer, the most holy and beautiful flowers in the world are blooming on the branches. Mo Weiliang is walking among the cherry blossoms. She can't help but recall the first time she came here. She remembered that Bei Mianyi saw

All the pear blossoms had failed, and I felt very depressed.

She laughed dumbly, and the cool petals slipped from the branches, slid leisurely across her smooth facial skin, and landed mischievously on her thin shoulders.

Wearing a cool summer skirt, as she walked, her brisk steps moved the cherry blossoms that fell to the ground. The hem of her skirt stirred up a gust of wind, which made the fallen cherry blossoms regain their grace, and created a peerless cherry blossom rain in the low sky.

Suddenly, a hand hugged her from around her neck, and a low and charming voice sounded in her ears, "Guess who I am?"

Mo Weiliang shook her head helplessly. She was still playing a guessing game at how old she was. She pretended to be serious, "Well... you, you are my lover."

"Who is your lover?" The other party is still unyielding, with a determination to 'break the pot and ask the end'.

"Oh, my love? He is the precious grandson of Lao Wu's family next door..." Mo Weiliang deliberately teased him.

"Really? Then you go find him." His voice was slightly unhappy.

"Okay, then I'll go find him." Mo Weiliang responded in a light voice, and then walked forward lightly, with slow steps, as if he was waiting deliberately.

Bei Mingyi was stunned in place, watching her getting further and further away from him. He hurriedly realized what he was doing. He immediately ran forward, hugged Mo Weiliang's slim waist from behind, and rested his sharp chin on the spot.

On her shoulder, "Liang'er Liang'er, don't leave me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have said angry words, but how could your lover be the precious grandson of Lao Wu next door..."

Mo Weiliang raised a smile, took Bei Miaoyi's hand and turned around, saying with dissatisfaction, "Hey, hey, who said my lover is the grandson of Lao Wu next door? You don't want to listen to me?"

Stop me, I mean, my lover is the person whom the baby grandson next door admires the most."

"The person you admire the most?" Bei Chenyi raised his eyebrows in deep thought, and then his eyebrows relaxed, as if he suddenly realized, "Then, isn't that just me?"

"That's right, who else could it be if it wasn't you? I will never fall in love with anyone other than you in my life." Mo Weiliang put her hands around his neck, her eyes filled with deep affection.

"No!" Bei Mingyi suddenly looked at her with a serious face and said authoritatively: "Except for this life, the next life, the next life, the next life, the next life...you can only love me, do you understand?"
Chapter completed!