Rebirth of Sweet Love: Master Mu Chases His Wife to the Crematorium

Chapter 734 Sitting in a Rocking Chair and Talking Slowly

Speaking of the past on New Year's Eve, Luo Wanning had too many surprises.

She never knew that this man had really secretly paid attention to her.

"But. The video of you and Su Moyao"

Halfway through Luo Wanning's speech, she met the man's calm eyes and stopped talking.

Come to think of it, these videos shouldn't be hard to explain.

Su Moyao wanted to drive a wedge between them, so what's so strange about sending some fake videos to herself?
At this time, the two were chatting about those little secrets that once belonged to someone under the warm winter sun, and time seemed to pass by inadvertently.
"Wanwan, do you still want to set off fireworks?" Mu Shihan suddenly asked solemnly.

"I think, I want to see the super large one, the one that was confiscated by the police last time!" Luo Wanning replied as if deliberately making things difficult.

Fireworks and firecrackers are banned in Qincheng, especially during the Spring Festival, when the control is stricter.

Mu Shihan smiled deeply, "Okay, if I light up the night sky in Qincheng for you tonight, will you marry me?"

Luo Wanning puffed her cheeks and smiled without saying a word.

The rocking chair was rocking slowly, and some lyrics of old songs appeared in her mind involuntarily——

The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you

Collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way and save them for later chatting slowly while sitting in a rocking chair.
In the afternoon, Zhulu Garden.

The New Year's Eve family dinner is in preparation.

What is different from previous years is that this time Muqian and his wife gave the housekeeper and maids a holiday.

They set up a barbecue grill and a long table in the huge courtyard, and Meng Hena was preparing various ingredients for barbecue.

With the arrival of Mu Shifeng and Shen Zhenzhen, the villa suddenly became very lively.

To the surprise of the old couple, Luo Xiyan was also taken over.

The little guy is wearing a more joyful outfit at this time, and the fluffy baby bear jumpsuit looks like it is worn at home.

He was carrying a backpack containing cats on his back, and was holding a pit bull that was almost as big as him, and his two short legs were striding forward with great momentum.

After entering the door, he immediately showed a lack of interest.

When he spoke, his tone was even somewhat resentful, not at all as positive and cheerful as a child's approach to the New Year.

"Grandpa, grandma, the baby hasn't eaten for two meals!"

When Meng Hena heard that the child hadn't eaten for two meals, her heart ached so badly that she felt angry all at once.

"What? What's going on? How can you skip two meals? Where are your parents?"

"They ate alone, and they were still in bed today, so I had to call my second uncle, who said that grandma has delicious food here!"

On the side, Mu Shifeng couldn't help but sweat for his brother.

Although what the little boy said appeared to be true on the surface, he guessed it was a little watery.

"Hurry up, Hui Bao, grandma will make you some snacks, what would you like to eat?"

Meng Hena dropped the work in her hand and carried the child into the house, and Shen Zhenzhen just took over her work.

At this time, Mu Qianqian found a ladder and put it in front of his youngest son, "Zhenzhen is already working, you should do it too!"

"What can I do?"

"Here~" Mu Xiangqian pointed to a box of colorful lights under the eaves and said, "Your mother bought it and asked me to install it. I don't know how to do it!"

Mu Shifeng: "Dad, can you stop speaking so confidently?"

The old man glared at him, "What? Do I have to humbly ask you for help?"

"No, I won't either!"

"Fengfeng, I will, I will!" Shen Zhenzhen raised her hand aside and said.

Here the father and son said in unison: "No!"

Mu Xiangqian: "Is there any reason to let girls climb ladders?"

Mu Shifeng: "Yes, I can't, but I can learn!"

In the house, Meng Hena made a bowl of rice dumplings for her grandson.

Seeing the little guy gobbling it up, she felt even more distressed.

After much deliberation, I feel that I still have to scold the child's father!
So she picked up the landline next to the sofa and dialed her son's number.
(End of this chapter)