Be Good Chapter 1293: Show respect and don’t do it

He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time. Is he really old now?

Thinking of this possibility, Long Quyuan's heart almost stopped.

"No, it's impossible, I don't look old at all!"

Seeing that he cared so much about his age, Yuan Changhuan suddenly smiled, "Then how old are you this year?"

"This seat is not yet thirty, you little girl, tell me clearly, is this seat really old?"

When Yuan Changhuan heard Long Quyuan's words, he laughed even more cheerfully, "If you're less than thirty, you're about to stand up, and you're almost twice as old as me, aren't you old?"

"Could it be possible that you still think you are a teenager?"

Seeing her bright smile, Long Quyuan paused.

He tried every means to make her happy, but in the end he made her laugh because of his age.

Long Quyuan really didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry.

"So what about standing, I look young." Long Quyuan snorted.

Hearing his laughter, Yuan Changhuan moved closer to him, because he also cared about something, and felt that he was getting closer to him, so he restrained his laughter in a low voice, and whispered in his ear, "Is it special?" Afraid of getting old?"

"That's why you don't want to admit your age?"

Pressing Yuan Changhuan's forehead with a hand as exquisite as a work of art, Long Quyuan said to her seriously, "I'm really scared, will you give me a sense of security?"

"The sense of security is yours, not someone else's." Yuan Changhuan was a little flustered by his quiet, deep but penetrating eyes, stood up hastily, and replied.

When I got up, I didn't notice the numb calf, and almost fell on Long Quyuan again.

Fortunately, he grabbed the small table beside him in time this time.

I didn't let myself throw myself into the arms again.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Long Quyuan's Xiazi and Yueyun's face again.

My heart was shocked again.

Get up hurriedly, "I didn't mean to."

"Well, it wasn't intentional." Long Quyuan nodded, showing respect for her words.

Yuan Changhuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Since only your wife can make shoes for you, then I won't do it."

"Then what should I wear?" Long Quyuan looked down at the black boots under his feet, pondered for a while, "Forget it, let's wear these."

As he spoke, he leaned over and put his feet on the exquisite black boots, ready to put them on.

And his feet were still wrapped in gauze.

Yuan Changhuan saw his movement and raised his hand to stop him, "Why are you hypocritical, haven't you worn shoes for more than 20 years, and you don't need to wear them until you find your wife."

As he spoke, he kicked away the pair of black boots and kicked them far away.

He is not allowed to wear it.

How can I wear shoes on my feet now? Isn't this courting death?

"At such an age, I really don't understand at all." Childish to death.

A look of disgust flashed across Yuan Changhuan's eyebrows.

Long Quyuan happened to see the disgust in Yuan Changhuan's eyes, narrowed his clear eyes, and replied calmly, "It's better to talk than nothing, something to wear is better than nothing at all."

Then he lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I haven't worn shoes for more than twenty years, because no one cares whether I wear them or not."

"You sewed these black boots yourself and gifted them to me. Why am I not willing to wear them?"

Yuan Changhuan was entangled to death by his words.

At one moment he said that only his wife could make shoes for him, but at another moment he cherished the shoes she made.

What does he want?

Yuan Changhuan took a deep breath, stared at Long Quyuan, and said word by word, "So, what exactly do you want?"