Soon, Qiao Mianmian fell asleep.

Mo Yesi gently patted her back with one hand. The man's eyes were drooping, looking at the delicate ball in his arms, sleeping soundly, his thin lips gently curled up, his voice was low, with a hint of dumbness: "Good night, my baby. My husband will love you forever."

*

the next day.

On the plane to Country M.

Qiao Mianmian officially started her honeymoon trip.

She and Mo Yesi set their honeymoon trip in M ​​Country. Nice City in M ​​Country is a very famous tourist city, with islands that Qiao Mianmian likes, snow-capped mountains full of cherry blossoms at the foot of the mountain, vast grasslands and characteristic towns with strong ethnic customs.

In short, Nice City is a very suitable city for tourism.

Qiao Mianmian also did her homework and finally chose the place.

On the plane.

Qiao Mianmian wrapped herself in a small blanket, sucked a cup of milk tea that had just been prepared, and was watching a movie.

Mo Yesi sat next to her, half hugged the person in his arms, and accompanied her to watch the youth pain romance film he would never have watched before.

In Mo Yesi's opinion, the so-called pain of youth is just a whine and pretentious thing.

It turns out that this is not his prejudice either.

After watching one-third of the movie, he became a little drowsy.

But the little woman in her arms looked at her very seriously and devotedly. Her moist black eyes were covered with tears, and her eyes were red like a rabbit.

"Woo, they are so pitiful, why can't the people they love deeply together?"

"July month is really pitiful. Why did she get cancer?"

"I really want to send a blade to the screenwriter. July and Nanfeng finally got together. Why did she make July get cancer, and it was still in the late stage? If July dies, Nanfeng will be the only one left, Nanfeng will be so pitiful, wuwu."

Mo Yesi: "..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Mo Yesi smiled softly, reached out to rub her head, and his deep eyes were full of doting: "It's just a movie, it's all fake."

"But, movies are also photos of real life." Qiao Mianmian bit the corner of her lower lip, still looking very sad. "In real life, there must be such a sad love."

"I feel so sad now, I want to cry."

Qiao Mianmian is not such a pretentious person at all.

This is not the first time she has watched this kind of youthful pain romance movie.

But when she is with Mo Yesi, she always becomes pretentious.

She likes to let this man coax herself.

Mo Yesi was extremely gentle and patient with her. He always attached great importance to things that she felt pretentious and childish. Even if she coaxed her, she would coax her seriously and never perfunctorily.

God’s greatest bias towards her is to let her marry Mo Yesi.

"What should I do? What should I do to make my baby happy?" Mo Yesi held the person into his arms with a small blanket, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently, and said in a low voice, "Honey, tell you a joke?"

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

She thought it would be better to let it go for Mo Yesi's joke.

It's really cold, the kind that's so cold that it doesn't get any funny points at all.

"So Is there anything I want, my husband buys you?"

Qiao Mianmian shook her head.
Chapter completed!