C277 The final battle of love

If a person became aware of a sense of danger, their movements would involuntarily become much quicker.

He had basically finished all the preparations for the pet hospital. The doctor that he hired had signed a contract and was about to take over next week … Even his luggage, Fang Likun had finished packing.

All of Qiao Zhijun's activities were also being carried out in an orderly manner.

He had even set the date of the plane ticket.

He was also determined to leave.

One night, Qiao Zhi came back early …

He walked into the study and saw Li Kun bent over the table, staring intently at something. He walked slowly up to her and took her shoulders in his arms from behind.

She giggled.

It was a photo album of the two of them over the past five years: on the campus of the University of California, in the camping area of Yellowstone Park, on the lakeside of Switzerland, eating on the trains of small European countries.

A photo album is like a memoir, seeing a woman change.

She looked at her clothes. From the street vendor's to the brand, from the canvas bags on her back to the famous brands, and even to the bald neck, jewelry gradually appeared …

No, no, not because of these material things, which, after her Ph.D. graduated, she was able to earn for herself. But because of that emotional shift: the living witness of a man's hard work.

Other than material things, he also had so much time to accompany, take care of, and cherish.

Later on, someone said: Fang Likun is an unpolished jade.

She laughed when she heard this. There are a lot of unpolished jade in this world, but you have to have someone to figure it out for you. If he didn't have the chance to think it through, there wouldn't be a shining day at all.

Qiao Zhi was the jade smith who thought about it.

Over the years, she had grown accustomed to relying on him, both emotionally and in her life.

That was love.

He also stared at that page full of the changes of the past, and could not help but sigh.

She turned around and gently leaned into his embrace, "Qiao Zhi, will we be as happy as before after we go to Copenhagen?"

He replied without the slightest hesitation, "Yes! "Definitely."

She was relieved.

He stared at the smile at the corners of her eyebrows, still convinced that she was the one he loved. Even though he had been distracted by the sight of a flower, forgive me, but that was just a man's instinct.

We see the big stars on the screen and we think about them, but that doesn't mean they're going to be the main characters in our love life.

Only now did he realize that she had become much more haggard.

His heart trembled. Truly, just like when he had first met her, just like the little prince's only rose. If it were to leave his watering, the flower would inevitably wither.

In this day and age, who would not be able to live?

However, he knew that she would not be able to live without him.

Because, amongst the millions of people, she was the only one.

His voice was surprisingly gentle. "Likun, there's not much time left. Don't be busy these days. Rest well. Just take care of yourself. "

"I'm in high spirits."

He feigned anger, "Look at your thin arms and thin legs, when the time comes, how could you wear a wedding dress?"

Wedding dress?

She was stunned for a moment.

How great, would there be a day he could wear a wedding dress?

He had clearly thought that holding a wedding would be very troublesome, but now his thoughts suddenly changed. Maybe it was a good one.

We're all laymen, aren't we?