Shen Wenyang suddenly stops. When Xiao Mimi is still confused, he smiles at her: "Mimi, wait a minute." Then he got out of the car in a hurry.

A few minutes later, he came back with two ice cream in his hand. He peeled a piece of paper and handed it to her: "here, your favorite ice cream."

Xiao Mimi's eyes lit up, and then she came over, full of incredible: "Wow, where did you get it?"

This is the kind she used to eat when she was a child. Now, many years have passed. She is very rare in the supermarket. She thought it was discontinued.

Shen Wenyang took a bite of the ice cream and said with a smile, "I went to all the supermarkets this morning, and only found this kind of ice cream in this one. In the past, when you eat ice cream, your eyes shine like a happy little angel, Mimi. I hope you will always be happy. I will often bring you to eat ice cream. "

He went to all the supermarkets in the city just to find her ice-cream that she liked when she was a child. She was moved to death. There was nothing unsatisfied about him treating himself so wholeheartedly.

Xiao Mimi's mouth was covered with white cream, and she nodded busily.

I haven't seen her for two weeks.

Only when he really lost her did he know how important she was in his heart, as if she had been dissolved in his flesh and blood, but was abruptly stripped, so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Every day back to the cold home, without her, as if the temperature has dropped several degrees.

"Yao Yao, you are back!"

"Yao Yao, eat well!"

"Yao Yao, I like you so much!"

"Hua moyao, I hate you!"

“……”

Before, as soon as he entered the door, she would run over like a lively little rabbit and take over his bag with eyes full of joy. Her eyes were bent like the moon.

She would sit at the table with a spoon and a fork, waiting for him to make a big meal like a child. She would taste it with expectation, then smile and praise it with satisfaction, and then eat it, and even snatch the food from his plate.

She would go to the bath in a daze, but she left her underwear on the sofa and called to him with a red face: "Yao Yao, help me pick up my underwear."

She would take the initiative to hug him, press him on the sofa, and kiss him like a dog. Although she was enthusiastic, her kissing skills were poor, and she would pout if she didn't get a response. She looked discontented like a child who didn't eat sugar.

She will also accuse him with tears when she is angry. As long as he admits his mistake and flatters him, she will be close to him again.

Her happy look, angry look, coquetry look, sleep flow Hara look, make two look, bit by bit, are so clear in his mind.

Those originally belong to him, but from now on, he can only see them in his memory.

Will she do the same to another man and let him see her pure and beautiful? Hua moyao felt jealous, as if his most private and precious things had been robbed.

Sitting on the sofa, he seems to see the illusion of them together, so beautiful, but now, he is alone.

In the empty room, he could even hear her voice. He turned his head, but there was nothing.

At night, Hua moyao was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, just falling asleep, when he heard a sad cry. Before he could react, he jumped up and rushed to the next room barefoot: "Mimi!"