He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Speaking of which.

Mo Beizhou felt extremely guilty.

Feeling guilty, I called my sister in a flattering way: "Sister, I know that the breakup was all my fault. It was because I did not handle the relationship with the other opposite sex well. You were sad and cried secretly at home. It was all my fault."

Many things made me angry and sad at that time.

When you figure it out and recall it.

I just think that's the case.

An Ning was speaking from the heart: "Let's not talk about the past, let's cherish the future."

When Mo Beizhou heard this, he panicked even more: "You always said that the past is the past, and then... dumped me."

He curled his lips after he finished speaking.

It looks like she's about to cry!

An Ning was amused by him and said with open heart: "During this time apart, I have thought a lot. It's not all your fault. I know you are sick and should be more patient. I heard Wangshu say..."

"It's the third sister-in-law!" Mo Beizhou corrected seriously.

An Ning nodded: "Okay, Third Sister-in-law, I heard from Third Sister-in-law that you got well because I broke up with you. From a global perspective, it's a blessing in disguise. Now that you're like this, it's much easier for us to communicate than before. Maybe it's fate that our relationship is destined to have these setbacks. I said the past is in the past because no matter what I did or said, you didn't understand my point.

“If that doesn’t make sense, then what else can I say?

“I won’t talk about the past now, I’m speaking from the heart.

"We both did not do well in the past. As for the marriage, not only are my parents reluctant and will not agree to it for the time being, I also want to work it out with you. Besides, my third brother is older, and he and his wife will have their wedding in a few months. There is a hierarchy between the old and the young, and it is not easy for us to bypass them. Let's just wait until they have their wedding before talking about our marriage."

Her logic is clear and every sentence she says makes sense.

Mo Beizhou nodded in agreement, and then worriedly said, "Let's not talk about Third Brother and Third Sister-in-law. They have already obtained the marriage certificate and are re-holding the wedding. I have no objection to letting them do it first. But I still have a brother above me. When the time comes, you won't have to wait for my brother to find a partner first, right?"

"No." An Ning understood his worries: "Unless the Fourth Master..."

She called him Fourth Master casually.

Mo Beizhou immediately curled his lips.

An Ning quickly changed the subject, "I mean, unless my brother has a partner and is ready to get married, of course he should get married first. Now he doesn't have a partner, right? Even if he has found a partner and is dating in the past few months, it's impossible for him to get married so quickly. There's no sign of him, so of course we should get married."

She said this.

Mo Beizhou was relieved: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

An Ning was happy again.

Listen to me, why are you talking so much?

Little Curly is getting better and better.

Mo Beizhou sat up: "Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you."

An Ning blinked: "Are you sure you can really cook?"

Mo Beizhou brought An Ning food a while ago, saying that he made it himself, but An Ning didn't eat it that time. Mo Beizhou is gifted in financial algorithms, but he is not good at painting...

Facts have proved that no one is perfect and it is impossible to be omnipotent.

We had been together for so long, but he couldn’t even cook instant noodles.

Cook?

Is he really good?

Isn't it dark cuisine?

Mo Beizhou vowed: "Of course I can, I specially signed up for a class to learn from the chef, just wait and eat, I will be quick."

He said and got out of bed.

An Ning said nothing more.

She was sore all over at the moment, having not had sex with him for months. A man who holds back for too long would have a lot of back pain. She really didn't want to move, in case it was really a dark dish...

Then call it takeout.

It's only seven o'clock anyway.

The shops haven't closed yet.

Mo Beizhou quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries. He was usually alone at home and couldn't eat much food. He learned to cook just to please An Ning one day in the future, and he usually cooked at home just to master cooking skills.

Today is the time to check the results.

Mo Beizhou is full of confidence.

An Ning was tormented. The nightgown she was wearing was bought for her by Mo Beizhou. It was the same brand she wore when she was in Wall Street. In addition to the bathrobe, there were many of her clothes, shoes and bags in the cloakroom in the bedroom. They were all new, bought by him for her, and neatly arranged, with clothes for all seasons.

The little curly-haired boy just cried in her neck, and then cried in her arms. His bathrobe was soaked with his tears, and it was too uncomfortable to sleep like this. An Ning had no choice but to get up with her aching body, take a shower, and change into a bathrobe.

I have exhausted all my last bit of strength.

She lay in bed, drowsy.

About ten o'clock.

Mo Beizhou prepared dinner.

He pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom.

An Ning was lying on the bed, breathing shallowly, obviously asleep.

The headlights are off.

Only the dim night light at the bedside was on.

The warm yellow light made her pretty little face look as dreamy as an oil painting, her eyelashes trembling slightly, making her look particularly attractive.

Mo Beizhou walked over quietly, touched her face gently, then leaned over and kissed her, whispering, "Ning'er, Ning'er..."

An Ning frowned and opened her eyes dazedly.

Mo Beizhou grinned at her brightly: "The food is ready, get up and eat before going to sleep."

An Ning and Mo Beizhou had lunch outside and started working soon after they came back.

It was almost dark.

Physical overdraft.

After a nap, my stomach was growling with hunger.

An Ning sat up from the bed and nodded sleepily.

Mo Beizhou lifted the quilt and picked her up.

An Ning subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck, half awakened from her doze, and cried out in surprise, "Ah!"

Mo Beizhou explained: "Since you are not in high spirits, I will carry you to wash up."

An Ning nodded.

She thought he was going to...

We agreed to eat first.

She really didn't have the energy to do that right now.

When An Ning and Mo Beizhou were in love, it was almost always An Ning who took care of Mo Beizhou. Now, she can finally enjoy the close care of the little curly-haired boy, who even takes care of her brushing her teeth and washing her face.

An Ning is not a child, she said she can do it.

The little curly-haired boy didn't listen at all. He insisted on doing it himself, as if he was playing with a doll.

It was hard to sit down at the dining table to eat.

An Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The little curly-haired girl is too enthusiastic and I really can’t handle it!

Facing the hot gaze of the little curly-haired boy, An Ning tasted a bite of the braised pork he had put in the bowl. After not spending a few months together in private, he could even cook braised pork! Amazing, it looked like it was edible.

The aroma of the braised pork quickly fills your mouth.

An Ning couldn't help but nodded: "Yeah, it tastes good."

Mo Beizhou was happy: "As long as you like it, eat more."

It's supposed to be this time.

Should not eat too much.

But An Ning was really hungry, so she ate a big bowl of rice and a lot of vegetables as well.