"Mo Yi ultimately..." pursed his lips and tentatively asked, "Xiao Ran or Huo Yihan?"
The final direction of that wedding, she still doesn’t know.
Aunt Zhou ca out of the kitchen and turned on the crystal chandelier, making the living room bright.
The two sitting on the sofa, one with a half-smile, the other focused, despite their inconsistency, Aunt Zhou saw nothing amiss.
Even if the couple said nothing and just sat together, it made her happy.
Holding the prepared milk formula, she walked into the living room to take care of Jiu Jiu and Pea drinking milk.
Not interrupting and not deliberately looking in the couple’s direction.
With Aunt Zhou watching the kids, Mu Jin Huan had no worries, picked up Nan Wan and headed upstairs, "Take a guess then?"
Mrs. Mu is so unromantic, it seems she needs a good fixing.
Being lifted into the air made Nan Wan instinctively raise her hands to wrap around the man’s neck, without taking ti to think, "I can’t guess."
Huo Yihan and Xiao Ran, for Xu Moyi.
One was the gust that occupied her entire anxious and unsettled youth, the other was the jade that appeared in her barren confusion when her long secret crush ended.
The forr was a mountain flood, the latter a warm sun.
"So concerned," Mu Jin Huan chuckled lowly, carrying the woman step by step up the stairs, his voice near her ear low and husky, "How about Mrs. Mu considers using the beauty trap to please , if I’m satisfied, I might just tell you."
With the man’s movent, Nan Wan’s legs swayed in the air.
With the lights on, the villa’s warm tones were bright, she wore pink fluffy slippers, her ankles exposed and gently swaying up and down, a lively beauty.
She tilted her head, gazing at the man’s handso features from this angle, the corners and lines appeared more resolute and stern, yet the gentleness and indulgence in those dark eyes almost drowned her.
Thus, this angle-induced illusion could be completely ignored.
Nan Wan’s arms, like white lotus roots, softly wrapped around the man’s neck, lazily leaning against his chest, an elegant smile playing on her delicate brow and eyes, "It’s not like it’s my partner, why am I worrying so much?"
Although Xu Moyi’s ti to pick her up in the morning was less than ten minutes, and she dramatically shed a few tears, but... appeared much happier than before.
That was the real Xu Moyi.
No matter if it was Huo Yihan or Xiao Ran, the one who could make Xu happy was the best.
As he stepped onto the final stair, Mu Jin Huan paused for a few seconds, looked down at her, and a charming arc appeared on his thin lips, "Your awareness shows so progress, one complint."
That last sentence was barely acceptable to listen to.
Nan Wan snorted indifferently as if rather disdainful, "What’s the point of a verbal complint."
"What do you want?" Gazing at the woman’s lively face, the temperature from the depths of Mu Jin Huan’s gaze gradually increased, even the curve at his lip corners beca more pronounced than before, "Say it, I’ll see if I can satisfy you."
Even if Mrs. Mu wanted the stars, he’d find a way to climb the night sky.
"Not much," Nan Wan comfortably nestled in the man’s embrace, casually saying, "I just want to check if over these few months, Mr. Mu has been exercising properly."
Before she even finished her words.
After pausing for a few seconds, she looked up, t the man’s burning gaze, their eyes locked, a radiant smile blossod on her cheeks, "After all, not a young man in his twenties anymore, if your ambitions make you neglect exercise and your physique deteriorates, what should I do?"
The temperature difference between ho and outside was substantial, after bathing she changed into pajamas, all soft pink from head to toe, including the slippers on her feet.
Like a talking strawberry cake.
Finally, the delectable cake even blinked.
"This year Mrs. Mu is twenty-eight, rounding up, that’s thirty," Mu Jin Huan, unfazed, took steps on the wooden floor rhythmically, slowly and calmly stating, "It’s said, won at thirty are like wolves and tigers, seems there’s truth in that."
Not angry, obviously soone is bold, not only challenging his man’s dignity but also giggling for repair, of course, he’ll cooperate.
This remark left Mrs. Mu quite displeased, with a sullen face asking, "Who said thirty?"
Such a sensitive crossover point, even one year can’t be vague.
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