"Thank you." Ning Yuanlan put down the paintbrush and turned his head to look at him, "Do you like it?" ”

"I like it." Ling Mo nodded.

"I don't know what's going on lately, but I always like to draw stories about the two of us.

Ning Yuanlan leaned in his arms, looking at the drawing paper in front of him, under her brush, the two of them seemed to be alive, every look, every action, was very real.

"The value of a work lies in what it represents, which is worth cherishing." Ling Mo pressed his chin on her shoulder, "For me, your paintings are our best memories, and I am willing to collect all your works." ”

"You, you'll say happy things to make you happy." Ning Yuanlan's heart was sweet, as if as long as he could get his approval, nothing else mattered.

"I just went to your blog, and your followers have increased a lot now, and a lot of comments are asking you when you will continue to update our Q version of the story." Ling Mo reached out and put it under her armpit and got her up from the chair, "Ning'er, let's go out for a walk?" ”

"Okay." Ning Yuanlan nodded and stepped out of the house with him.

The time is already in early December, and in a blink of an eye, the year will pass again.

"The roses are all gone." Ning Yuanlan looked at the somewhat desolate flower garden and smiled.

"Thank you, there will be a time to open again." Ling Mo hugged her and walked towards the gate, "Let's go to the river together?" Is it okay to eat out for dinner tonight? ”

"Okay." Ning Yuanlan nodded, put his arm around him, and walked slowly down the street together.

"I really want to eat double skin milk." When passing by the snack bar, Ning Yuanlan was attracted by the big double-skin milk signboard.

"Let's go, then." He hugged her into his arms, "Come, I'll treat you to eat." ”

"Okay, thank you, husband." Ning Yuanlan smiled at him every day and entered with him: into the dessert shop.

At this time, it was already high after work: peak, and the white-collar workers in the third shift nearby would also come here to eat some snacks and then go back, so the point was a little crowded, and the two simply didn't sit in the store, packed two servings of double skin milk, and went to the wooden chair by the river to sit and eat together.

After eating the double skin milk, Ning Yuanlan took the disposable bowl and spoon from Ling Mo's hand, took them to the trash can on the side and threw them away, and when he came back, he saw Zhou Yingying pushing a stroller for a walk, and the author in the car was Su Kangcheng.

"Miss Ning, Mr. Ling." Zhou Yingying recognized the two of them and pushed the child towards them, with that expression that seemed to have something to say.

"Miss Zhou, is there any problem?" Seeing her like this, Ling Mo took the lead in asking her if she wanted to say anything to them.

"He made me money again, this time for 100,000." Zhou Yingying looked down at Su Kangcheng, the child was almost a year old, very cute, and not afraid of life, after seeing Ling Mo and Ning Yuanlan, she actually grinned at the two of them very sweetly.

"His money and identity are legitimate, you don't have to worry, don't worry about using that money to take care of the children." Ling Mo said to Zhou Yingying with a smile.

Regarding the true identity of the Phantom who made money for Zhou Yingying, Ling Mo asked Heng Jinghui, but he said that the other party was a person arranged by the military region, so he didn't know the true identity of the Phantom.

He had doubts that Su Yihang was not dead, but the height of the Illusory was much taller than Su Yihang, and it was impossible for a person to grow tall in a short period of time after becoming an adult, so Ling Mo was puzzled.

If the illusion was not Su Yihang, then why did he transfer money to Zhou Yingying? And the amount is not small.

This matter has to be investigated