Lin Mumu didn't ask Ao Haijun why he was in a bad mood, but instead diverted the topic and said something else:

"Dad, Gufeng Street is still open for three days, and there are many reporters waiting to interview you. Would you like to dress up? ”

"What's the matter, don't you think my dad is handsome?" Ao Haijun put down the porcelain bowl and looked at Lin Mumu with a smile.

The bright smile on Lin Mumu's face gave Ao Haijun's originally gloomy mood a little more sunshine.

"No, your hair can be done again, there is no most handsome, only more handsome." The woods doggedly indicated.

She was really casual in front of Ao Haijun, and after she finished speaking, she didn't care about this old guy, and was busy scooping the sago in the bowl with a soup spoon.

Maybe it was infected by Lin Mumu, Ao Haijun also picked up his bowl and ate it with her.

Well, Qiao Hui's cooking skills are really speechless, which makes people want to bite their tongues off.

The father and daughter ate sago together, and Lin Mumu felt that the low air pressure on his father's body seemed to be much better, so he was about to put away the bowl and leave.

Or Ao Haijun himself suddenly spoke: "Today is my wedding anniversary with your mother." ”

The footsteps of the woods stopped.

"I once promised Ning'er that every wedding anniversary, I would give her a gift. It's a pity that she can't get it. ”

"Dad." Lin Mumu sat back beside Ao Haijun and took his father's hand:

"Isn't finding me the best gift you can give to your mother? I believe that she is in the spirit of heaven and must be watching us. ”

"Yes, Ning'er, did you see that? Our daughter, she's as good-looking as you are. Ao Haijun's voice was a little choked.

Lin Mumu was not very good at comforting people, so he sat in the room with Ao Haijun for a while, and listened to him say something about him and Zhuo Ning back then.

Originally, Lin Mumu was still thinking about finding an opportunity to persuade his father to find another one.

Although her father is almost fifty years old, the martial arts practitioner is in good health, and he doesn't have a single white hair, so he looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a successful career, and a steady and mature man.

But now, Lin Mumu suddenly felt that he was wrong, and if his father wanted to find it, he could have found it a long time ago. Maybe for him, keeping that thought is more fulfilling than finding someone to replace him.

Listening to Ao Haijun's little by little memories of her mother, Lin Mumu felt that in his voice, the woman who had been buried by the years seemed to be alive again.

When he came out of his father's room, Lin Mumu couldn't help but take a deep breath, looking at the stars that were flickering in the sky, and he was stunned.

Yun Ting appeared in front of her at some point, and her hand was held in the palm of his hand at some point.

It seems that the touch of Yunting, Lin Mumu has become an instinctive habit of the body, as long as it is not too exciting, it will not disturb her.

Lin Mumu came back to his senses for a long time, couldn't help but clench Yun Ting's hand, and asked in a low voice: "If I am not there one day, will you marry again?" ”

"What do you want?" Yun Ting threw the problem back to Lin Mumu.

"You ask me? I'm just a selfish little woman, not that great and can't say anything to make you love someone else. Of course, I hope that you will remember me for the rest of your life. No, life after life. Lin Mumu looked up at the starry sky, and whispered softly as if making a wish.

"Good. I promise you. ”

"If you promise, don't go back." The corners of Lin Mumu's lips finally bloomed into a smile.

"Well, no regrets." The voice of the clouds was sincere, like a promise.

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