When the cold wind started, a drizzle fell.

Lin Ling glanced at the raindrops that were gradually covering the window, buttoned Tan Houhua's suit while looking up and asked hesitantly: "The wind is blowing, plus this shower, I'm afraid it will cool down tonight." Do you have to go, this cocktail party—"

"Nature." Tan Houhua raised his hand to confirm the buttons on the cuffs of the suit, and he had already buttoned them all, so he gently stroked his wife's shoulders and said with a smile: "It's rare for you to dress up so carefully, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't go?" ”

Lin Ling smiled reluctantly, knowing that he was holding on, but it was not easy to break through. I had to turn my head and say, "Mother Wu, ask Lao Zhang to drive, and my master and I will go downstairs." ”

Wu's mother answered.

Tan Houhua

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