Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

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Lin Mumu didn't ask why Haitang was in a bad mood. Instead, he opened the topic and said something else:

"Dad, there are still three days to open in Gufeng Street. A lot of reporters are waiting to interview you. Would you like to dress up?"

"Why, I don't think my dad is handsome?" Yan Haiyan put down the porcelain bowl and smiled at Lin Mumu.

The bright smile on the face of Lin Mumu made the original mood of the sea otter, a little more sunshine.

"No, your hair can be done again, not the most handsome, only handsome." Lin Mumu said.

She was very casual in front of Bohai, and after she finished, she ignored the old guy and was busy using a spoon to sip the sago in the bowl.

Perhaps it was infected by forest trees, and Bohai also picked up his own bowl and ate with her.

Well, Qiao Hui’s cooking, really nothing to say, makes people want to bite their tongues.

The father and the daughter ate sago dew together, and Lin Mumu felt that the low pressure on his father seemed to be much better, and he was ready to take the bowl away.

Or Bohai himself suddenly said: "Today, it is the wedding anniversary of my mother and you."

Lin Mumu’s footsteps stopped.

"I once promised to have a condensed child. Every wedding anniversary, she must give her a gift. Unfortunately, she can't receive it."

"Dad." Lin Mumu re-sit back to Bohai, and pull up his father's hand:

"Find me, isn't that the best gift you gave to your mother? I believe she is watching us in the Spirit of Heaven."

"Yeah, condensate, have you seen it? Our daughter, she looks as good as you." The voice of Bohai was a little sobbing.

Lin Mumu was not very comforting. He sat with him in the room for a while and listened to him saying something about him and Zhuo Ning.

Originally, Lin Mumu thought about finding an opportunity to persuade his father to find another one.

Although her father is almost fifty years old, the martial arts person is in good health and has no white hair. It looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties, a successful career, and a mature and mature.

But now, Lin Mumu suddenly felt that he was wrong. If his father wanted to find it, he could already find it. Perhaps for him, keeping that mind is more fulfilling than finding someone else to replace.

Listening to Bohai, a little bit of memories of her mother's bit by bit, Lin Mumu felt that in his voice, the woman buried in the years seemed to be alive again.

When he came out of his father's room, Lin Mumu couldn't help but take a deep breath and watched the starry sky and the starry sky.

Yunxiao did not know when she appeared in front of her, her hands did not know when he was held in his hand.

It seems that the touch of the cloud, Lin Mumu has become a physical instinct, as long as it is not too stimulating behavior, will not disturb her.

Lin Mumu returned to God for a long time, couldn't help but hold the hand of Yunxiao and whispered, "If one day I am gone, will you still be jealous?"

"What do you want?" Yunxiao threw the problem back to Lin Mumu.

"You ask me? I am just a selfish little woman, not so great, I can't tell you to love others. I certainly hope that you can remember me all your life. No, you have to live forever." Lin Mumu looked up and looked at him. Stars, like a wish to whisper.

"Good. I promise you."

"You promised, no regrets." Lin Mumu's lips finally opened a smile.

"Well, don't regret it." Yunxiao's voice is really like a promise.