The slamming in the door the night before and the two-day cold war made Murong Xuan have to think about his relationship with Xiao Tianming.

Lovers? It seems that they are not! I have seen people who respect each other like guests, I have seen dewy mandarin ducks, and I have seen people who are in love with each other, but I don't seem to have seen myself in this situation.

Tenant? Murong Xuan couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this. If every landlord is like her, who is willing to buy a house in the world, he will simply be a tenant for the rest of his life. Wouldn't that be a dangerous situation for housing prices in China?

Cousin: Is there a cousin in the world who is older than my cousin?

Murong Xuan thought about it, but there was only one word that seemed more appropriate: ambiguous! No one could explain the meaning of "ambiguous" clearly, but "ambiguous" could explain the situation that many people couldn't explain clearly.

Ambiguity is just a transitional stage, just like pregnancy. It is only a very short transition period, and in the end it is either stillborn or born. Is it to stillborn, or to give birth to a new life?

For the first time in twenty years, Murong Xuan felt so helpless.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The First Meeting

Although Nangong Yu is nearly forty years old, her charm still exists. The fair skin is not inferior to that of teenage girls, and the beauty of her face eclipses many girls. If you don't look carefully at your face, the traces at the corners of Nangong Yu's eyes can't be found.

Today, Nangong Yu got up exceptionally early. Because the son will return with his niece, whom he has never met. Nangong Yu hadn't cooked for a long time, but today she put on an apron and walked into the kitchen. This is also because the son will bring his niece to Xiaoyao Palace as a guest.

"Looks like I'm blessed again today. Xiao Zizi smiled and got up from the bed.

Heaven is extinct, but freedom remains. The number one killer in the world for more than 20 years has now become the owner of Xiaoyao Palace, Xiao Zizai.

"You're okay to clean up the house, don't get in the way here. Nangong Yu said with a blank look at Xiao Zizai.

"Okay, I'll clean up! Who let me have this blessing today because of their blessing?" Xiao Zizi walked out with a smile.

Nangong Yu looked back at her husband's back, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. If time were to go back twenty years, no one would associate this kind-faced half-hundred-hundred-year-old man with a murderous and commanding paradise. And all this will be connected only because of a woman. This woman is Nangong Yu herself. I changed the heaven that I couldn't live with.

Beloved man changes for himself. For any woman, this is enough to make her feel happy and proud.

"Wow, ma'am, you're going to cook so much! The maid Xiaocui exclaimed excitedly.

Nangong Yu is a woman who knows how to enjoy, but she is by no means a luxury woman. Nangong Yu eats the most nutritious meals, drinks the most delicious red wine, and uses the most comfortable cosmetics, but she will never throw away leftovers at will, nor will she put aside the red wine that can continue to drink and open a new bottle. Unless it expires, Nangong Yu will not easily throw away cosmetics that have not been used up.