Chapter 882 Miss You, Miss You, Miss You

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Hearing that Yang Zimei didn't show annoyance, but chuckled lightly, Long Zhutian's heart became unsteady, and he asked nervously, "Meimei, do you not care about me anymore?"

"Uh?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously, "Why do you think so? I don't care about you, who cares?"

"Then why are you laughing?"

Long Zhutian was extremely depressed.

Having been in close contact with Yang Zimei for so long, he is naturally familiar with Yang Zimei's temperament, and he also knows that she is childish and afraid of losing her, and she is often preoccupied with the things she cares about.

I heard that birthdays are very important for a girl. Teresa's birthday is a grand day every year, and other girls are similar. If you don't receive someone you care about on her birthday Gifts will make a fuss and be very angry.

He was so busy yesterday that he forgot the day, and suddenly remembered today that it was Yang Zimei's birthday.

And she unusually does not call herself.

This made him suspect that she was throwing her own temper, blaming herself for forgetting her birthday.

But now, instead of being angry, she seems to be laughing. Does it mean that she is not important to her anymore?

Just a dispensable passerby role?

His steadfast heart began to feel a little uneasy.

Where did Yang Zimei think that he would actually think like this?

She continued to smile and said, "I laughed so happily when I heard your voice, do I still cry? Really, when did you become so sensitive?"

"A lover's heart is inherently sensitive."

Long Zhutian actually broke out a sentence that was extremely incompatible with his personality and appearance, and was a bit literary, which made Yang Zimei a little surprised.

She also became a little more sensitive, "Zhou Tian, ​​did you do something wrong to me? Or did you hide something from me?"

Long Zhutian was silent for a while, and replied, "Yeah."

Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart seemed to be pulled with a thin thread, and she began to feel uneasy, "You...you fall in love with other women?"

"Absolutely not, I only like you."

Long Zhutian hurriedly answered.

Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart suddenly opened up again, "If it wasn't for this problem, all the other problems wouldn't be a problem, I'll wait for you to come back."

"Um."

Long Zhutian's answer seemed a bit dull.

"Mmmmmm, don't you just know what to do?" Yang Zimei said annoyed, "Don't be gracious anymore, just say something sweet to my sister right away!"

"Um……"

Long Zhutian hummed again, and then his tone became deep and affectionate, "I miss you!"

Although this is not the first time I have heard this, every time Yang Zimei hears it, her heart is full of excitement, her breathing is a little short, and I wish he could be in front of him, put into his arms, and feel his warm embrace and strong heartbeat. Voice.

It's a pity that there is a lot of traffic in front of him, the river behind him is surging, and there are thousands of red dust, but his figure is on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

It's so torturous.

"Zhou Tian, ​​I miss you so much, miss you, miss you!"

She couldn't speak calmly anymore, and there was a bit of coquettishness and sarcasm in her tone.

Hearing her words, Long Zhutian did the same, his breathing became a little unusual, and his thoughts of her were growing like weeds.

At this moment, he really wanted nothing and nothing to worry about, so he flew back to her and took her into his arms.

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