Wen Qiu has been quiet since he was a child, unlike most children who are lively and active. He likes to communicate with the outside world through painting, and the paintings he writes are as pure and beautiful as his people.
One day, a new resident moved in across the door and his parents were not at home. He sneaked out of the yard and squatted in the flower bed on the roadside to paint. When he heard someone coming, he subconsciously looked up.
"Hello, my name is Fu Min."
The child in front of him stretched out his hand to him who was squatting on the ground in a daze. His voice was young and strong, and his bright black eyes were filled with smiles.
Fu Min just broke into his life.
One day after the marriage, Wen Qiu casually complained that Fu Min was a bit clingy. Fu Min took it seriously and did not hug Wen Qiu for two days.
Wen Qiu finally took the initiative. Fu Min hugged Wen Qiu tightly into his arms and buried her quietly in the crook of Wen Qiu's neck. "Our wife is so good."
Very pretty and sweet