Du Cao snorted and hugged Ji's neck: "don't you like me like this?"

"Yes, I love you so much." Ji Shumo gently smiles and kisses Du Cao's face.

That's about the same.

Du Cao nodded with satisfaction: "will you carry me home?"

How could Ji Shumo refuse such a small request?

With a gentle smile, he carried the duckweed on his back and walked with a smile: "on New Year's Eve, the fire burned the imperial garden. Duckweed, duckweed, you are really the first person."

Hearing this, Du Cao gently laughed and fell asleep on Ji's back.

Lying on Ji Lyric ink, Du Cao's heart is always very steady, so he will always sleep quickly.

With such unconditional trust, Ji Shumo was very satisfied. With a smile, he touched the back of Du Cao's hand.

Maybe it's because of the harmonious atmosphere, or because of the trust of Du Cao. Ji always hopes that this kind of time can last a little longer.

So Ji Shumo deliberately lightened his steps. Although ducao was the mother of two children, she was still as light as a feather.

It's just that there is an end to the road. Although Ji Shumo is already very slow, he still arrives at home.

Du Cao rubbed his eyes and looked at Ji: "why don't you call me?"

"You sleep well. I can't bear to call you Xiaocao. I really like the way you sleep on my back. It's really beautiful."

After hearing this, Du Cao came down from Ji's body and gently laughed, leaning on Ji's shoulder: "I especially like the feeling of sleeping on your back. If Xiao Mo can always do this, I really like you."

Said Du grass also Ji Lyric Ink * gently rubbed rubbed.

Then he held out his hand: "happy new year, my brother Mo! Give me a red envelope. "

Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao with an eyebrow: "what is it called?"

"Brother Mo, brother Mo, my brother mo." Du grass gently laughed and called brother Mo again and again, sweet and soft.

Ji Lyric ink really can't stand such *, bowed his head heavily on the lips of Du Cao: "Du Cao, I love you."

Du Cao encircled Ji Shumo's neck and deepened the kiss: "I will say it every day in the future, brother Mo, I love you."

Although Du Cao's psychological age is already an old aunt in her thirties, she is still cheeky. The key is that Ji Shumo finally has the feeling that she can rely on and relax.

Two people are greasy and crooked. The whole xuezhai is spring.

"Xiaocao, the third day of March is a good day. I want to marry you. You said diamonds are eternal love, but I can't find the diamonds you said. But I have this. I've been looking for it for many years. Do you think it looks like it?"

Ji took out a ring from his pocket, knelt down on one knee, and looked at Du Cao with tenderness and expectation in his eyes.

Du Cao looked at the ring in Ji Shu Mo's hand and was stunned: "is this... Transparent crystal?"

Ji Shumo shook his head and said in a low voice: "I bought this from a wandering businessman. I don't know what material it is, but this is very similar to the diamond you said."

"As long as you give it to me, I like it." Du grass gently smile, stretched out his right hand: "ring finger, if I want to marry you, is to wear on the ring finger."

Ji Shumo cleverly put the ring on the ring finger of Du Cao, stood up, took Du Cao's hand and gently kissed him, and said with a smile, "Xiao Cao, you are finally going to marry me."

"The child gave birth to two for you, still say such words, it is really heartless." Du Cao gave Ji Lyric Mo a white eye, angry.

Looking at Du Cao, Ji Shumo gently smiles and hugs her: "no matter whether there are children or not, no matter how many times, you are the most important in my heart, Du Cao you are the most important."

Duckweed is not that kind of affectation of the little woman, but still gently smile: "more tight than your children?"

Ji Shumo nodded seriously: "yes, it's more important than our children. In my heart, you are the most important."

At this, duckweed's vanity was completely satisfied.

"Ji Shumo, you are so kind to me. I like you so much." Du Cao took Ji xumo's hand and walked towards the inside. They were tired of walking inside, but halfway through, Du Cao suddenly thought of his roast Koi."What about the grilled fish you promised me?" Du Cao pouted and frowned at Ji Lyric ink.

Ji Shumo gently smiles, then pats Du Cao's palm, takes out a gold ingot and puts it in Du Cao's palm: "lucky money."

"Really?" Du Cao looked at Jin Yuanbao in a daze. She just said it casually before, but did not expect that Ji Shumo was really ready?

Ji Shumo chuckled and took out two long life locks of pure gold: "this is nianer's and Si'er's, one for each. Is it good-looking?"

"Long life lock?"

Du Cao looked at the long life lock. It was really exquisite.

"What's more, I'm the most important. What I've given me is just a broken gold ingot. What I've given the children is such a delicate long life lock!"

Du Cao snorted and gave Ji Lyric ink a white look.

Ji Shumo knew that today's ducao has a lot of small temperament, but he had no choice but to smile and take out a gold collar: "here you are, everyone has a long life lock, but the collar and gold ingot are only my ducao."

That's about the same.

Duckweed prepared fireworks today, waiting for midnight to bloom.

Ji Shumo holds Du Cao and looks at the two children and the fireworks all over the sky. He just feels that he is the happiest man in the world now. Without one, he is the best.

Recently, duckweed likes to sleep. The fireworks are very beautiful, but the fireworks here are really boring. Looking at it, duckweed sleeps deeply.

Ji Shumo looks at the grass leaning on his shoulder, and his eyes are full of tenderness.

There is no need to go to court in the first month, so the snow house of Du Cao is a bit more lively than the court hall.

Big and small officials will come to visit us, but we didn't see much ducao. We just picked a few reliable and familiar people to talk.

Lu Fan knew that Du Cao had come back early in the morning, so he had been waiting for Du Cao to come to him, but he didn't expect that Du Cao didn't go to him all the time. It was the Spring Festival, and Lu Fan couldn't hold his breath.