Jian Changsheng spoke seriously and affectionately. His dark eyes were filled with unconcealed emotions. Such direct words of love didn't feel greasy at all. Even after marrying him for so many years, his love still moved Qiao Shuyi.
His words were so touching.
Qiao Shuyi pursed her lips and smiled. She muttered, "I'm the same. I've never felt that waiting for you is a pain. I have expectations in my heart. Isn't that a gift from life to me?"
Jian Changsheng looked at Qiao Shuyi's face and pulled her into his arms. He said slowly, "With a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?!"
Qiao Shuyi leaned against Jian Changsheng's firm arm and felt his comforting scent. She smiled happily.
After Han Wenjing left Jian Changsheng's office, she rushed to the bathroom and took off her glasses. She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face to calm herself down.
