Quick Wear: I raised this little wolf cub

Chapter 792: Divorce at the beginning, chasing husband to the crematorium (26)

Sheng Huai tried to make amends for himself, "Shen Shen, I didn't want to take it back, I just worried that you would be too tired to carry it, so I wanted to help you get it."

Yun Shen smiled and replied, "I know Ah Huai loves me, but this is Ah Huai's love for me, how can I let others do it?"

"Besides, it's just a love letter. It's not heavy. How can it tire me out?"

Sheng Huai withdrew his hand with shame, "Well, let's go home."

Yun Shen looked at his little wolf cub who was almost running away, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. As expected, his little wolf cub was the cutest when he was shy.

Yun Shen, with his eight thousand layers of filters, caught up with the fleeing Sheng Huai.

Sheng Huai secretly looked at Yun Shen while driving along the way, fearing that Yun Shen was reading the love letter in the car.

Sheng Huai was really embarrassed to let Yun Shen read his love letter in front of him.

Sheng Huai has been paying attention to Yun Shen. Once Yun Shen shows any sign of opening the love letter, Sheng Huai will stop him immediately and then persuade Yun Shen to go home and read it.

After returning home, at least he could hide under the pretext of taking a shower and avoid being executed in person.

This was the first time Sheng Huai wrote a love letter in his life, and it was also the first time he sent a love letter to someone he liked. He was always afraid that he wouldn’t write it well and Yun Shen would dislike it.

Just like that, with Sheng Huai's nervousness and Yun Shen's expectation, Sheng Huai finally got home even though he was driving slower than a bicycle.

Sheng Huai parked the car slowly and tried to delay as much as possible. In short, he just didn't want to go home.

Yun Shen saw through his little wolf cub's thoughts at a glance and deliberately asked, "Ah Huai, you are not embarrassed, are you?"

Sheng Huai immediately denied it, "That's not true!"

For the sake of a man's face and dignity, he must never show weakness in front of his wife.

Yun Shen unbuckled his seat belt and said, "In that case, let's go home."

Sheng Huai stopped Yun Shen and said, "Wait a minute, Shen Shen, I think the car is not parked straight yet, let me back it up again."

Yun Shen looked at the car that was parked properly and in a textbook standard and chose not to expose it.

But Yun Shen did not let his little wolf cub off easily. "Ah Huai, the entire underground garage is yours. Even if you park improperly, it won't hinder others. Why do you have to park properly?"

Sheng Huai was speechless. After thinking for a long time, he managed to find an excuse, "I... I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I don't keep getting better, I will feel uncomfortable."

Yun Shen suppressed his smile and nodded, "So that's how it is."

In this way, Sheng Huai stopped the car for another half a day and successfully dawdled for twenty minutes.

But some things have to be faced eventually, and avoiding them can only delay them for a while.

After Sheng Huai entered the room, he took some clean clothes and went to the bathroom. He didn't dare to look at Yun Shen's expression for even a second, let alone stay.

After his little wolf cub entered the bathroom, Yun Shen opened the love letter that was placed neatly in the inner pocket of his suit, against his heart.

The handwriting on the love letter is just like the expression of the owner when writing it, serious and cautious.

The book is filled with thousands of words, and you are the one who picks up the pen;

Paint everything, and the painting is you;

After traveling through thousands of places, the destination is you;

Three parts of my heart are moved, and seven parts are you.

What is heartbeat?

The wind stops, the clouds disperse, it's dusk.

Can you be specific?

Turn around, look back, and in the corner of your eye.

Can you be more specific?

met you.

What is love?

One house, two people, three meals, four seasons.

Can you be specific?

Morning glow, evening glow, dusk snow, and white hair.

Can you be more specific?

There you are.

Time is the pen, lovesickness is the ink, and you are everywhere between the lines.

How many names are engraved on the old city and old dreams?

I wrote you stroke by stroke.