A Strong King Is Addicted to Doting on His Wife

"Mu Jiahuan, listen to me. You will be mine in this life and my ghost in death. If you want me to give up on you, do it in the next life!" At that time, he always liked to wear a red windbreaker, enchanting and evil, and his words always seemed to be giving orders to her. But just like this, when he becomes gentle, he can really turn a white steel ruler into a soft finger, as long as she is willing to stay by his side. "Gu Xinzhe, why are you so domineering? It was obviously you who left first. Now, what qualifications do you have to stand in front of me and ask me to continue to like you?" The girl's eyes were full of grievances. Just like when she was a child, she would habitually lower her head and bite her lips hard when she was sad. "Okay, don't like me. Just wait until I like you, so you won't be sad." Later, he came back like a king in a smart suit, becoming more mature, calm and knowing how to love her. After so many years of ups and downs, the childhood love finally blossomed and bore fruit, when she was finally willing to nod and put on a wedding dress for him. He is the happiest man in the world.