Chapter 849 Mrs. Zhou, I Like You

Leng Zhiyuan refused, Zhou Yao's big hand reached over, wrapped her little hand and took her running wildly.

"Hey, Zhou Yao!" She was so annoyed, why fly a kite, so childish.

"Mrs. Zhou, let go of the line quickly, the kite is going to fall." Zhou Yao urged.

Leng Zhiyuan looked up and saw that the butterfly kite floating in the air was really about to fall. She was anxious and quickly let go of the line in her hand.

But the kite not only did not fly higher, but fell faster. What a rotten thing, she stomped her feet and pulled the line in her hand back in anger.

It was the first time to fly a kite, and she was in a mess.

"Mrs. Zhou, raise your hands a little higher, and let the line in your hand run in the direction of the wind. I'll teach you, like this." Zhou Yao hugged her from behind, wrapped her little hands with his two big hands, and taught her to let go of the line.

Leng Zhiyuan blushed, in broad daylight, why did he hug her like this?

"Zhiyuan," the window of the mansion was pushed open, and Zhou's mother poked her head out. She laughed and said, "Kites are easy to fly. Let Zhou Yao teach you well."

The figure of Mr. Zhou could still be seen in the room. He half scolded and half scolded, "It would have been better if you had lived like this earlier. You go out and cause trouble all day long."

"Dad!" Zhou's father stopped him with a smile.

So many people were watching and teasing her. Leng Zhiyuan's ears turned red. She elbowed him in the chest and said, "Let go!"

There was already a hint of coquettishness in her voice, which made her startled.

Is this still her voice?

"The wind is coming, run!" Zhou Yao did not notice her awkwardness. He held her little hand and led her to continue running wildly.

The two ran all the way to the top of the mountain. The wind blowing in their faces became more and more refreshing, and even the air was so fresh. Leng Zhiyuan looked up at the kite in the air, and suddenly felt that her heart was released like the kite, so relaxed and free.

She slowly raised the corners of her lips.

Zhou Yao glanced at her and saw the smile on her face. She rarely smiled, and perhaps she didn't know how beautiful she was when she smiled. At this moment, the brilliant sunshine coated her stunning facial features with a layer of honey color. Her beautiful gray eyes smiled into a crescent, so quiet and sweet.

He stopped and said, "Mrs. Zhou, you are so beautiful when you smile."

Leng Zhiyuan turned around and bumped into his dark narrow eyes. He looked at her tenderly, and his eyes were full of her brilliant reflection at the moment.

She quickly turned her eyes away and tightened the line in her hand, "It's so windy here, the kite is about to run away."

"How could it be?" He wrapped her little hand, "The line is in your hand, the kite will never run away, just like... me."

"Huh?"

What did he mean, she didn't understand.

Zhou Yao smiled and whispered, "I am the line you are holding in your hand. If you don't want me to run away, I will always be held in your palm."

Leng Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat. What was he talking about?

Sweet talk again!

I didn't expect that such a man would be so unambiguous when talking about love. Is this the experience he has gained from so many women?

She put the thread in her hand into his palm and turned away.

"Hey, Mrs. Zhou!" Zhou Yao grabbed her wrist.

Leng Zhiyuan was forced to stop. Zhou Yao walked around in front of her. He pulled the thread with one hand and pulled out a dogtail grass with the other hand, and then turned it skillfully with both hands.

What is he doing?

Leng Zhiyuan secretly glanced at him.

Soon, the dogtail grass in Zhou Yao's hand changed shape and turned into a... ring.

"Mrs. Zhou, I give it to you." Zhou Yao went to hold her right hand.

"I don't want it. Give it to another woman." She pulled her hand back with force.

But she couldn't pull her hand back. Her little hand was tightly held in the man's palm. "Mrs. Zhou, I'll say it again. I don't have any other women, not even one woman. I'm still a virgin. Remember that, ok?"

Virgin...

This seems to be the second time he has said this to her. The first time she took it as a lie and didn't believe it. This time...

"Hmph," she pouted her beautiful red lips. "How many special forces soldiers like you are clean? You have been on missions all over the world, and you must have visited those red light districts a lot. Especially a hooligan like you who is always horny, it's strange that you are clean!"

"Mrs. Zhou, I don't know about others, but I am clean. I promise you on the reputation of our Zhou family. I have been to the red light district once or twice. Many beauties did throw themselves at me, but I'm not interested. I'm not always horny. I only get horny when I'm with you." He said seriously.

Leng Zhiyuan's heart suddenly beat wildly. He would not joke about the reputation of the Zhou family. Moreover, he has always been the kind of man who is yes or no. Although he is direct and rough, he is still honest.

So he is really clean?

Also, what does it mean that he is always horny when facing her? He dares to say it.

"Mrs. Zhou, I wanted to tell you on the night of the birthday party that you are very special to me. My eyes will always be attracted by you. I will feel very happy when I tease you. I am still happy when you are angry. I am also happy when you smile. In short, I feel happy every day with you by my side."

Leng Zhiyuan's heart beat like a drum. Is he confessing to her...?

So sudden.

She was not mentally prepared at all.

She had planned to forget him.

When she was stunned, Zhou Yao had already put the dog tail ring on the ring finger of her right hand. He lowered his eyes and kissed her hand. He smiled and said, "This time you are really my Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, I like you."

I like you...

His voice kept amplifying and echoing in her eardrums. She suddenly felt her heart full and soft. She quickly pulled her little hand back and ran away, "I can't hear what you are saying."

"Can't you hear it? Then I'll say it again, Mrs. Zhou, I like you."

Leng Zhiyuan's face was red and bleeding, and she quickened her pace.

Zhou Yao kept shouting behind her, "Mrs. Zhou, I like you!"

This confession echoed deeply in Leng Zhiyuan's heart. In the whole valley, the winter wind that came slowly transmitted his confession to a farther place and it did not disappear for a long time.

...

In the evening, the family of five sat at the dining table to eat dinner. The atmosphere of this dinner was quite good. Some things were tacitly understood.

At this time, the servant put a small bowl of soup next to Zhou Yao, "Master, your soup is here."

Zhou Yao took a look, "Mine?"

Mother Zhou on the opposite side spoke quickly, she winked at Zhou Yao, "Your injury has just healed, I asked the cook to make you a very nourishing soup, you have to drink it all."

Nourishing soup...

Zhou Yao raised his sword eyebrows, he already understood everything.

At this time, Mr. Zhou laughed twice and looked at Leng Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, you have been married for almost two months. I know that you young people want to enjoy the world of two people more and don't want to have children so early, but our Zhou family is a single-line family, so it's better to give birth to this child earlier. Zhiyuan, don't worry, we will take care of this child for you after it is born..."