C134 The Most Romantic Thing

"I was thinking, is there a dinosaur as beautiful as you?" He thought back to the time when she had threatened him with her own misery, made him think clearly, imagined the way she had teased him, and wanted to laugh.

"That handsome Mr. Frog, before you saw me, what kind of image did you imagine me to be?" Qian Xun was suddenly interested in this topic. Originally, the two were sitting opposite of each other. She walked over to his side and said, "Hurry up and tell me."

Ji Junyang replied, "Never thought of it."

With a howl, he stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Ji Junyang looked at his depressed expression and laughed in spite of himself. "I don't think so. That's because as long as it's you, no matter what you look like, I won't let you go."

Qian Xun snorted, "Liar! If I had been ugly, you would have probably run thousands of miles away already. Picking up cheap items and acting good."

"Am I that kind of person?"

It wasn't that he hadn't seen more beautiful women, but because none of them were him, no matter how beautiful they were, they were all dead. Even today, she still thought of him like that, and he really wanted to slap her two times, or split open her head to see what paste was inside.

Qian Xun suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He turned his head, and his handsome face grew closer and closer, even breathing heavily on his face.

"It's just a joke, don't be so stingy. A man's face is like an iceberg, it can freeze someone to death."

She unconsciously bit down on her lips.

Ji Junyang looked at her seriously, his clear eyes like the bright stars in the sky, "You are not allowed to make such jokes in the future, otherwise, I will punish you like this, hmm?"

Qian Xun resentfully said, "You only know how to bully me."

Ji Junyang's gloomy face turned clear as his fingers caressed her swollen lips, "Who else would I bully if not you?"

After dinner, he went to wash the dishes. She leaned against the kitchen door and said, "I want to go see Boss Gao."

It was not yet late outside.

Ji Junyang turned to look at her, "We'll go again tomorrow. Today, let them talk to each other in private, let's not disturb them."

What he said made sense, and with a grunt, Qian Xun turned around and quietly went into the living room. He snuggled up on the sofa and watched TV. He had eaten and drank to his heart's content, but his bones were emitting a lazy feeling. He didn't want to move at all.

Ji Junyang cleaned up the kitchen and washed the grapes before placing them on the tea table. He sat beside her and peeled one of them into her mouth, then pulled her into his embrace and kissed her.

Disgusted with him, she found an opening and slipped out of his arms.

Ji Junyang hadn't fully enjoyed himself, so he naturally couldn't let her off lightly. He stuck to her body and insisted on kissing his.

Qian Xun blocked his hand and said, "It's not appropriate for you to exercise hard after dinner."

This reason was quite impressive.

"Then, I'll take you out for a walk."

"You think it's a stray dog?"

Having said that, he went up to change his clothes and dragged her out the door.

Ji Junyang whispered in her ear, "We will do the same when we become old."

"Alright."

There was a song that said: The most romantic thing I can think of is to get old with you, to collect the little bits of laughter along the way, to sit in the rocking chair and talk later, until we are too old to go anywhere, and you still think of me as a treasure in your hand.

The residential area was huge, and the houses were similar in appearance, but the garden looked different. There were even some old people who grew vegetables in the garden. The vegetables of this season were flourishing, and there were also some old and withered vines wrapped around the fence.

"Do you know how to grow vegetables?"

"Nope." He had really never done this before.

But his girl said, "I will."

"You will?" Ji Junyang expressed his doubt.

"My family used to be a vegetable farmer, but I was actually a peasant's son. I rolled around in the big shed with my parents when I was very young."

"That only proves that you can roll in the mud. You don't necessarily know how to grow vegetables."

Qian Xun harrumphed, "You don't believe me?"

"Do you want me to give you a try?"

"I'll try. Who's afraid of you? I'm afraid that you won't even know how to dig." Thousand Sunsets challenged him.

"Don't even mention growing vegetables, you can even get me to open a small pond for you to raise fish."

Naturally, the two of them were just making small talk, neither of them took it seriously. Time flew by, and soon it was dark. The street lamps were lit up in succession, and they walked around the lake.

When he returned, Qian Xun jumped onto his back and said, "Carry me."

Ji Junyang held her butt up, "Isn't it just a pig-backed thing? Isn't that easier said than done?"

Qian Xun clapped him on the shoulder, and with a shout, he began to sing, "I ride a white horse and go through three trials. I change into plain clothes and go back to the Central Plains.

When he was done, she giggled, and the faster he walked, the more she laughed, and actually treated him like a horse. The crisp sound traveled far through the quiet of the neighborhood, causing the head of the busy housewife in the kitchen by the lake to pop out.

Ai, this little demoness, let's see how he will deal with her.

When he got home, he dropped her on the couch, threw himself on her, and put his hand through the collar.

Qian Xun knew that he was playing with fire, so he avoided his kiss and said, "I'm going home."

"We're home." When would this woman be a little self-conscious? This was not a hotel that she was staying at, but a place where he wanted to settle down with her. Even if it was not convenient for her to live here every day, he would always open the door to her.

"I mean, back to the Orange Garden." How could she not understand the meaning behind his words?

"Little girl, can you stay here tonight?" He buried his head in her neck and breathed in the hot air.

He asked twice, like a kid asking for candy.

Qian Xun's heart softened, and he agreed.

He followed her gaze. Through the glass wall, he could see that the street lamps along the lake made the area bright.

She didn't have to worry about being spied on. He turned around and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't worry, no one can see you."

"I don't want to be here." Qian Xun pushed him away and ran up the stairs. In his eyes, a smile on his face meant a hundred lives.

Early in the morning, Qian Xun woke up with an itchy feeling in his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the floor, his fingers gently stroking the surface.

"What are you doing?" There was even a thick nasal sound from the voice that just woke up. She propped herself up and sat up. The bones in her body looked like they had just been scattered after he had tossed and turned her body a few times.

Ji Junyang said, "Thinking about the first time in five years, you lied to me and said that it was because of a scar left behind by a tumor. Little liar, you are so dishonest."

"I'll be honest. I wouldn't have stolen your heart five years ago, would I?" Qian Xun laughed. She didn't want to talk about her past sorrows.

Ji Junyang bent down and kissed the scar again and again, "It must have hurt a lot back then."

"It's fine. It's just that I can't drink any water for the whole day after I've given birth to peace and quiet. It's pretty miserable. And then you can't get out of bed for a week, and you almost suffocated me. " With just a few simple words, she had already offset the pain. However, Ji Junyang sounded even more pitiful.

"Then we won't have any more children in the future." He didn't want her to hurt him again. An Ann was enough.

I wanted a child. I didn't know about Anthea. I just wanted a child to hold her at my side." Now that she was back in his arms and he had the baby, he was content. It didn't matter whether the child was a man or a woman, nor did it matter if the child was a father or a mother. Those things in terms of form were all less important than the fact that she loved him.

No matter how many children there were, once they reached adulthood, they would get married and leave them. Only their wives would be able to stay with them until they were old.

"But, what if I want to give birth to a little brother for An An?"

"If you like it, you can adopt one then."

Qian Xun still shook his head. "Although I don't want to give birth right now, after everything has settled down, I still hope that I can give you a new child. If I have the same surname Ji as you, I want to call him Xiao Ji."

"Silly girl!" He really didn't care that much. However, she didn't wait for him to finish and interrupted him.

"Then it's decided. Anyway, it's still early, and I won't be beyond my old age even if I live for two or three years. At that time, you might change your mind." "The problem now is that your little girl's stomach is growling. I'm hungry."

Ji Junyang helplessly watched her change the topic so quickly. How could her stomach let out such a sound? The whole morning, his ears were glued to her side.

After breakfast he took her to work as an angel, and in the afternoon he took her to the hospital.

Qian Xun knew that he was busy with his work, so he said to him, "You have a lot of work to do, so you don't have to come and pick me up every day."

Her car, at this rate, could retire.

"Do you find me annoying?" Ji Junyang was injured.

"I was afraid it would affect your work." Qian Xun placed his hand on the door of the car to caress his forehead. How could this man not look at her with such a pitiful expression?

Ji Junyang laughed, "I've spent so much money to raise so many people, but I don't want to raise a rice bucket. As a boss, I want to be knowledgeable, so you don't have to worry."

Well, he wanted to, and she let him.

At the florist's, near the hospital, she bought a bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruit. The hospital was a depressing place. Along the way, she saw many patients in vertical hospital uniforms, their faces swollen or sallow, walking at less than half the speed of a normal person. Yes, he still needed help.

At the door of the ward, she saw Boss Gao gazing tenderly at his wife, who was peeling an apple for him. To stay together for all eternity, how much luck would it take to cultivate to the point of sharing life and death?