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Chapter 319 Wash Your Hands For Soup

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    "He Yuwen, are you confessing to me again?" Mo Xiaoxiao looked panic-stricken, but the feelings deep in her heart were more moving, excited, happy and happy.

    "If you think it's a confession, then so be it." He Yuwen listened intently to her softly.

    "What do you mean I think it is? Is it right?" Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him with a puzzled face and said seriously.

    He Yuwen gently stroked her side face, and whispered in Mo Xiaoxiao's ear: "From today on, you, Mo Xiaoxiao, will officially become my He Yuwen's woman, and you will always be and only you."

    Mo Xiaoxiao burst into tears for some reason. This was clearly a happy moment, but it was not easy for her, because she knew that her relationship with He Yuwen was definitely not as easy as it seemed on the surface.  How many ups and downs have been experienced, how many twists and turns before they finally came together. In the past, he only blamed himself for being cowardly and did not hold her hand, but this time he will never let go.

    Mo Xiaoxiao looked into his eyes affectionately: "Do you know? Actually, I have been waiting for your words for a long time. I left without saying goodbye last time. I regretted it immediately after I went back. I feel very guilty."

    "I know all of these. You see the peace knot you gave me for the first time. I have always carried it with me. Although it has become old and faded, it will always be unique to me, because  He was given to me by you, not only making me safe but also giving me peace of mind.

    He Yuwen rolled up the sleeve of his left hand while talking softly, exposing his wrist.

    On his left wrist, there is still a red safety knot, the color has faded slightly, but it is still so firmly tied on his hand.

    "I didn't expect you to keep it, but I still have one regret." Mo Xiaoxiao said with an incredulous expression.

    "What?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao said apologetically: "Do you still remember the string of glazed jadeite beads that you entrusted to me? I accidentally lost them. It's not that I didn't care. To me, the string of beads is me.  My life is an indispensable part of me, but"

    He Yuwen gently brushed the hair from her ears behind her ears, and comforted her softly: "It's nothing, in fact, the important thing is not the string of beads, but the heart, as long as you know my heart,  Then it's all right."

    Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, with a puzzled look on her face: "My heart? I heard you said that the string of beads is very important to you, and it was passed down from your family's ancestors. How can you say it's not important."

    "Well, it is our family's ancestral heritage, and it can only be passed on to our daughter-in-law. My mother gave it to me before she left, saying that it was to be passed on to the destined person, and once it is given out,  It can¡¯t be taken back, so it¡¯s so important.¡±

    He Yuwen said solemnly, Mo Xiaoxiao could still see regret in his eyes.

    Since it is so important, how can you give it to a nurse casually? If I don't go to Jiangcheng, won't I never find it?  Are you not afraid of losing it?  " Mo Xiaoxiao said again.

    "Because I know you will definitely go, my sixth sense tells me that you will definitely go to Jiangcheng to find me again."

    Seeing He Yuwen's serious expression, Mo Xiaoxiao said again: "Then what if I haven't been to Jiangcheng to look for you?"

    He Yuwen sighed softly, and said earnestly: "If you don't go there and throw it away, you will lose it, you know, that kind of thing can only be given to one person in a lifetime, and once it is sent out, you can't take it back.  Come back, if you didn't go to Jiangcheng, then lose it, anyway, I won't give it to another person!"

    "I'm sorry" Hearing this, Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly felt extremely sad, felt that he had failed him, and was dejected.

    "Why do you say sorry? It's just a thing. You know that all I want from the beginning to the end is you, and it has nothing to do with anything."

    Seeing He Yuwen's gentle appearance, Mo Xiaoxiao's heart was like a puddle of autumn water.

    The two of them were silent with each other like that, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say for a moment, and it was so unnatural to dawdle and coy.

    "By the way, He Yuwen"

    Mo Xiaoxiao raised her head suddenly, and spoke to He Yuwen, but before she finished speaking, He Yuwen's slender index finger gently covered her lips.

    Mo Xiaoxiao stared at him with blank eyes. He Yuwen opened his lips lightly: "From now on, you don't need to call me by my first name. If you like, you can just drop my last name and just call me by my first name."

    &nbSleeve cut flower branches, wash hands to make soup.

    After a while, He Yuwen's figure who had been busy in the kitchen came out slowly with a bowl of steaming soup, and yelled at her very gently: "Okay, supper is ready!"  Now, guess what delicious food I made for you?"

    "What?" Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head with a look of confusion and happiness.

    "Shrimp soup!" He Yuwen sat down gently beside her bed, stirred it with a spoon to cool it down, pampering Dawn.

    With a smile on Mo Xiaoxiao's face, He Yuwen scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it with his mouth and brought it to her mouth: "Come on, I'll feed you."

    There is a fragrance between the lips and teeth, and in addition to the taste of the bowl of soup in the nose, it is more of the fragrance that wafts from He Yuwen's body from time to time.

    That night, Mo Xiaoxiao had a sweet sleep, had an extremely sweet dream, and slept extremely peacefully.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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