Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

This time, he said "mother" instead of "your mother."

A small change in a context reflects the identity of a man's inner heart.

"Good." Ning Xiaofei smiled. "I originally planned to take her son-in-law to show her."

In fact, she has arranged the time, just worried that he is not available, and has not discussed with him, I did not expect that he even remembers this kind of thing so clearly.

It is enough to see how much he cares about her and how to pay attention to these small details.

Mu Tianye didn't say anything more. After talking about it, the following is the time to enjoy the world of two people.

These days are too busy and too tired, and there is no time to be close to her. Today, it is rare to have time to embrace her. He does not waste time.

Dropped her face, kissed her lips again, raised the palm of the man, dropped the slender shoulder **** her shoulder, and then moved the kiss a little bit...

Raise his arm and hold the man's head. Ning Xiaofei gently stroked his short hair with his fingers, closed his eyes and bowed his body.

I used to think that God is not fair to her.

Now think of it, or God is fair. Before the age of twenty, she ate a lot of suffering and suffered a lot of grievances. Twenty years later, God sent her to her side, arranged for her to have such a happy present, and future.

Think about it this way, the suffering of that year seems to be a part of happiness today.

If the mother knows that she can live so well now, she can be safe in the underground!

Of course, she did not think too long, she was already panted by his kiss.

Open your eyes, look at the man like a tiger, and lean over to approach her again. She just splits her lips and takes the initiative to meet his kiss. The arm also stretches over, clasps his neck and merges with him.

Outside the window, the night is blurred.

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Lingshan cemetery.

This cemetery, located in the suburbs not far from the city of A, is said to be an excellent place for feng shui.

There was a light rain in the morning, the air was exceptionally fresh, and the temperature was comfortable.

In the morning, the golden sunlight penetrated the mist, and the grass and leaves that were moistened with rain began to shine.

The shoes stepped over the damp stone steps, and the light footsteps broke the silence of the morning, then a bunch of white white-green lotuses fell gently, and the new tombstone was washed by the rain.

This is a new monument, with the name of the owner of the cemetery - Ji Zilin.

The morning light came in from the distant woods, reflecting the man's black suit in front of the tombstone. The handsome face of the young man has now been stained with the weather, but it is still fascinating. It seems that young people are also romantic. character.

This man is not someone else, it is Ning Xiaofei's biological father Ning Zhiqiu.

Take out the handkerchief in the suit. I know that the autumn carefully wipes out the rain that has not been dried on the tombstone. I carefully wipe out the dust that has not been washed away by the rain, and the handkerchief gradually becomes stained with mud. The white cotton and linen color was also dyed black and yellow, and the tombstone was brightened a little bit, showing the original geological ground. In the morning light, the soft light like the jade shimmered, still remembering the person’s Black, bright and moist, but not low-key.

Holding the handkerchief in the fingertips, I know that the autumn fingers caressed the tombstone and whispered.

“Xiao Fei is really a good boy and knows what you like the most.”