Mucha only tasted it, and the taste buds suddenly developed an extremely familiar feeling.

Mucha didn't think much about it at first, but thought that the dishes in this restaurant were more popular.

However, after her second sip, the familiarity became even stronger, as if she had tasted it many times before.

Mucha changed the dish unconvincedly, and instead of fading, the familiarity became stronger, as if she had really eaten the food here.

How so?

Mucha looked at the Night Master and asked in surprise, "Have I ever been here?"

A soft smile spread across the corner of the night master's mouth, and he bowed his head and said, "Hmm." ”

Mucha was even more surprised and asked, "How do you know?"

Ye Sijue picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said leisurely: "I checked your mother's information, and some media photographed your mother taking you to this restaurant to eat, and more than once. I think...... You might like it here. ”

The tip of Mucha's nose suddenly felt sour.

Looking at the dishes on the table, she has a particularly warm feeling, as if she has come here to eat with her mother again.

Mucha suddenly remembered the name of the restaurant again, and asked again, "Then what's the name of this restaurant?"

I saw the Night Master snap his fingers.

The waitress who had just come to serve the food came over with a smile on his face and handed her a contract.

Mucha only glanced at the title, it was a restaurant transfer contract.

Mucha looked at the Night Master with a blank look: "This restaurant is yours?"

Night Lord nodded and shook his head: "To be exact, it's your restaurant." ”

Mucha looked at the contract again, and saw her name written on the owner of the restaurant.

"You ......" she held the contract, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I only heard the night lord cough dryly, and asked her, "Do you still like this wedding gift?"

"Hmm......" Mucha nodded, only to feel that a mist had blindfolded her eyes, so that she couldn't even see the night lord's face.

But the Night Lord's face was already in her heart.

"Thank you......" she said, with a hint of tears in her voice.

"Why are you crying?" the Night Lord stood up a little confused, and pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears.

Mucha shook his head: "I didn't cry, I ...... Glad. Thank you. ”

Night Lord sighed in annoyance and said, "I knew it would make you cry, so I wouldn't have done it." ”

All he wanted to see was Mucha's smile, not her tears.

When Mucha heard this, her fingers stiffened slightly, and then she slowly tightened her palms.

She felt as if her heart, which had always been hard, was stuffed with something soft.

She couldn't help but say, "Lord Night, although you have a lot of minor problems, on the whole, you are a very good person. ”

The Night Lord raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you praising me or scolding me?"

"Praise you. Mucha wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at the Night Lord seriously and said, "Whoever marries you in the future will be very happy." ”

The Night Lord looked at her leisurely, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Mucha was stunned, she had forgotten that she had married the Night Master just now.

"It's just a fake marriage, and sooner or later you're going to leave, I mean the person who really marries you in the future. Mucha muttered, not knowing why, inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

"You can also stay away. The Night Lord suddenly said.

Mucha was stunned and asked, "What?"

"Nothing. The Night Master coughed dryly, turned his head and asked the waiter, "Why do you still have alcohol in this juice?" ”

The waiter looked innocent, who still added alcohol to the oranges