Your Excellency, I love you!

After dinner, Mo Huangnian took Man Man to the garden behind the villa to play on the swing.

The swing was made of mesh, a big round shape like a rocking chair. It was Qin Manman who saw it at the furniture store and insisted on buying it, because they had a quarrel with this swing.

Not to mention quarreling, because he has always been busy and indifferent, and would not spend his energy arguing with her. It should be said that he was unilaterally unhappy and lost his temper. The reason is very simple——

She wanted him to lie on the swing with her in his arms and watch the stars, but he refused.

So she was angry and ignored him all night, but she calmed down the next morning and got up to make breakfast for him.

Standing in front of the swing, Mo Huangnian was slightly absent-minded as he thought of the girl holding his hand and begging him to swing with her.

He didn't even know why he refused at that time, why he made her show a disappointed and uncomfortable expression.

In stark contrast to her pale and dead face at this time, it was like a poisonous thorn that pierced his heart fiercely, and he suffocated for a moment.

As if wanting to make up for something, Mo Huangnian quickly hugged Manman and lay down on the swing, the netted swing was shaking, he let her pillow on his chest, touched her face and looked at the sky full of stars.

The eyelids gradually became heavy, and the man slowly buried his head in the woman's neck, and he murmured hoarsely, "Manman, I'm so tired today...I've been so tired all these years...so tired."

He gradually fell asleep, and the murmur of his subconscious became quieter until it was inaudible, "Why don't you wait for me anymore..."

……

In the early morning of the next day, the dark guard waited respectfully at the door, and the flower-watering servant came back with a flower pot, saw him hurriedly said, "Mr. Mo... slept on the swing with his wife in his arms last night."

The hidden guard was also shocked, but Mr. Mo insisted on taking his wife home last night, so he more or less guessed what he wanted to do, probably because he wanted to...keep his wife by his side forever.

He said he didn't waver, how could he really not waver.

If his wife is really unimportant, why would he refuse to divorce? If he married Wei Rao, it would be more beneficial to him.

The servant wanted to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a man who woke up at some point and came out with a woman in his arms.

Even after a whole night of acceptance time, the servant immediately froze from fright, stepped back a few steps and stood with his head bowed.

Mo Huangnian carried Manman into the entrance with his usual expression, looked sideways at the hidden guard, "Are you all ready?"

"Yes, everything is ready according to your instructions, and all the personnel are in place," the dark guard replied, "as long as you go there."

"Well," the man responded lightly, "I'll take my wife and change clothes and come down."

"Mr. Mo," the dark guard called to stop him, "I asked the elders at the altar when I retreated yesterday, and they said that my wife died at the sacrificial ceremony at the altar, and thanks to the holy light, her body will not rot for a thousand years."

Mo Huangnian was not surprised, "Well, I know."

The Qin family has been the high priest for generations, and the corpse itself will not rot. The same is true for Qin Manman's mother. Although Qin Yansong let her sleep in an ice coffin, she has not changed after leaving the cellar.

"Mr. Namo When are you going to hold a funeral for your wife?"

"Why is there a funeral?" Mo Huangnian said calmly, "As long as I live, she will be my wife, and she will definitely live with me."

The dark guard looked at him blankly.

But Mo Huangnian frowned, thought for a moment, and said a word with his thin lips, "Go install the central air conditioner in the villa, and turn on the lowest temperature air conditioner 24 hours a day, Manman should be more comfortable."