Chapter: 1623
no self.
But the king is back.
In this world, you have yourself and Mengmeng.
Isn't he the prince bestowed on him by God?
Zi Yan's heart is very sweet and beautiful, this clingy and happy attitude of a small woman inspired Zi Yan a lot, and she wrote this song in just two days to express her heart.
Just like this, the two of them listened to the entire song quietly.
After Zhang Han finished listening, he stared at Zi Yan softly, almost melting Zi Yan's heart.
"Do you know what the name of this song is?" Zi Yan pursed her lips and whispered.
Zhang Han smiled lightly and shook his head slightly.
"It's called loving you."
Zi Yan blinked her beautiful eyes, stared at Zhang Han, and whispered: "Then do you have anything to say to me?"
"I love you too?" Zhang Han smiled slightly.
At this time, his heart became extremely soft, and he even thought that even if he could not cultivate immortality, he would just spend his life with Ziyan, Mengmeng, and his family in a normal way.
enough.
It's like the emperor who was a beautiful woman in ancient times and could abandon the country.
The mentality and artistic conception seem to be the same.
At the same time, Zhang Han's heart was also quite moved. With such affection, he would definitely not let her down in his life.
Not only is Mengmeng her own little princess, she is also her own princess.
From Zhang Han's gaze, Zi Yan already felt the love, but she still pouted and snorted softly: "It's too simple to say."
"Ha ha......"
Zhang Han laughed dumbly, and after pondering for a while, he stared at Zi Yan, as if saying an oath, and said deeply and slowly:
"Back to this life... kind of affectionate."
"I'd rather bear the sky...not lose Qing."
"You pass." Zi Yan pursed her lips and smiled.
"Then is there any reward?" Zhang Han asked while leaning on Zi Yan's body.
A wave of masculine breath made Zi Yan a little dizzy, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she bit her lower lip lightly: "What reward do you want?"
"Tomorrow I'll buy some fun black..."
"Hmph, it's a good idea, umh, I hate it, go to the second bedroom."
"..."
The next day, the sky was bright and clear.