Nan Feng Xiao looked at Murphy indulgingly, picked up the paper towel and wiped the fruit juice from the corner of Murphy's mouth.
"You used to eat, I cut for you." Nan Fengxiao said suddenly.
Murphy's motion of biting the watermelon became stiff, and looked at Nan Fengxiao in surprise, "You... You cut it, aren't all Lu Ma..."
Murphy's voice became smaller and smaller, just because Nan Fengxiao's face became more and more ugly.
Murphy hugged Nan Fengxiao affectionately, "It's really you, I thought it was Mother Lu."
Speaking of the back, Murphy stood on tiptoe and hugged Nan Feng Xiao, "South Feng Xiao, you are so kind."
"Where is it?" Nan Feng Xiao smirked, looked at Murphy's red cheeks, and deliberately breathed lightly.
"Can you be more serious?" Mo Feijiao screamed at Nan Feng, and the two smiled at each other. The kitchen was filled with happy laughter.
Tang Yichen glanced around and switched on the phone, with a smile on his mouth.
"Hey."
Tang Yichen deliberately cold his face, and the warmth on that end was taken aback.
"I was speaking with Grandpa just now, but I didn't hear your call." Warm explained.
When she came back from the garden, she discovered that there were a dozen missed calls from Tang Yichen on her mobile phone.
Tang Yichen hooked his lips, knowing that he would call him back, it was considered enlightened.
It has been three days since Tang Yichen returned to Kyoto from Haicheng, and he couldn't think of that little woman well.
"Tang Yichen, are you tired from work?" Warm asked.
Tang Yichen changed his hand to hold the mobile phone, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never weakened, "What? Miss me?"
Warm cheeks blushed, "Are you... what do you want to call me?"
The warm words made Tang Yichen frown, "What's the matter? I can't call you if I'm okay?"
Warm the body and froze, "You know I didn't mean that."
"Yeah." Tang Yichen was not prepared to embarrass Morphy, and changed the subject, "I'm almost done with the matter in my hands. I will come to see you in two days."
Hearing that Tang Yichen was coming back, the warmth immediately became happy.
For a few days after Tang Yichen left, she had to make love with Moos suit every day, which was very hard.
The two exchanged a few words, and Tang Yichen hung up and dialed Jiulong again.
"Prepare to go to Haicheng by car tonight."
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In the Mu's hall, Warmth was reading the newspaper to the old man, and the old man was lying on the chair while talking, looking at Warmth in a trance.
After reading the last word, warmly put down the newspaper, took the old man's hand, and asked softly: "Grandpa, what else do you want to do?"
The old man shook his head hard, touched the warm hand with his own hand, and tried to speak with his mouth open.
Warm leaned forward, just in time to hear the voice of the old man.
"Miaomiao, when will you get married?"
Warmly pursed her mouth, she thought that the past few days, the old man had forgotten this matter, but did not expect to remember it.
Sit up warmly, and said, "Mussi is busy with company affairs recently. Grandpa, take care of your health. When you get better, can you attend our wedding in person?"
No one dared to tell him that the old man had only one month of life, but the old man knew his physical condition very well, so he kept urging them.
"Girl, don't lie to grandpa." The old man patted his warm hands lightly, and there was a strong gasping in his voice. You can imagine how hard it took.
Seeing the old man's thinning face, Warmth felt that there was something stuck in his throat, and his eyes became sore.
"Well, grandpa, you have to get better soon." Warmth leaned on the old man's hand and said softly.