With his slender fingers, he gently pinned a strand of hair beside her cheek behind his ears, and said with a smile, "A person like me who is covered in blood and darkness can still marry a gentle and lovely wife and be truly loved by others. It can be said that it is a gift from God."

Qi Ye smiled, soft and soft, "Lan, you won't know how good you are."

There are thousands of women in this world, but none of them are suitable for him.

He is too cruel and utterly ruthless and has an extreme temperament, so he will not leave any way out for himself.

When he was young, he was used to seeing too many admirable sights.

They love his money, his rights, his face, and maybe someone who truly loves him.

But he doesn't want it.

A man falls in love with a woman and wants to love everything about her.

Those women may be smart, lively, or strong... but they are not suitable for him.

People like him cannot tolerate any discomfort or betrayal. He will not let his women suffer any grievances, but he cannot tolerate any grievances from his women.

None of those women can do this.

In this world, there is only Ye Weilan, who has a delicate heart with seven orifices.

Most importantly, he was only moved by her.

A cold-blooded person like him, he thought he would never have such a wonderful emotion in his life.

But when he saw her, even when she approached him, smiled at him, hugged him, and kissed him, his heart would be beat faster when he was in her body.

That feeling cannot be described in words, but it can make him obsessed.

He stroked her tender cheeks, kissed her lips, and smiled, "These words are nice, right? Unfortunately, I will only say this once."

It’s not worth it if you say too much.

Qi Ye himself is not a person who likes to speak sweet words.

Ye Weilan loves to listen, and every time he wants to listen, he will try every means to hurt him.

Her little wife's trick of coaxing him amazing every time.

Love requires two people to run together.

Ye Weilan is the best at this. She manages their love very well.

She must be the rib that God pulled from his body to fit him in this way.

Ye Weilan was sleeping, raised the corners of her lips, and a faint curve was filled with the smell of happiness.

The Gu she was shot in was very strange. She was conscious and could hear what Qi Ye said and knew what was going on, but she couldn't open her eyes.

She wanted to throw herself into his arms and beg him to say more.

Qi Ye's love words are enough for her to enjoy for a year and to reminisce for a lifetime.

Unfortunately, this beauty is too stingy and never says much.

Every time she polished for a long time, she only had a few words popped up, but even so, she felt much fun.

The joy between husband and wife needs to be shared little by little.

They have a long life to enjoy the process.

Qi Ye...

I love you……

Her lips moved.

So Qi Ye heard this sentence.

He smiled.

His wife has a literary style and she has as much love words as she wants, but she doesn't have the same meaning.

But maybe because he had never been to school and was not very interested in literature, and was afraid of hurting his male self-esteem, she was always careful and expressed her feelings in some popular gangster words.

His little wife's personality will become more and more distorted, and he also plays an indispensable part in it.

How could this cute little woman be there?
Chapter completed!