"Aren't you here?" Mu Nuan pouted her red lips and continued to act coquettishly. Sure enough, this sentence was very helpful to Sheng Mourui. Did she know what this sentence meant? It meant that she was willing to entrust all of herself to him.
An Yimo also picked up the red wine. After paying attention these days, her stomach has healed.
"Momo, you drink juice!" Mu Nuan didn't want her stomach trouble to happen again.
"It's okay, I'm already fine." An Yimo said happily.
Sheng Murui looked at Dugu Chen and kicked him with his legs, but Dugu Chen sat there without moving, just looking at An Yimo quietly.
An Yimo met his gaze and smiled seductively, then looked at Qin Hao and took a refreshing sip from the wine glass.
Mu Nuan sat down and looked at Dugu Chen. Didn't he care about Momo? He knew she had stomach problems but didn't say anything to stop her. She really hoped that there would be a man who could really take An Yimo into his heart. Dugu Chen really wasn't her.
A beloved man?
An Yimo had a smile on her face, but her heart ached hotly, not because of drinking, but because Dugu Chen didn't care.
She remembered that night when she and Liu Juenan drank and went to the hospital, he got angry. That was because he was worried, but now he didn't care at all whether her drinking would be good for her stomach.
Suddenly she was very happy that she didn't have the courage to like him again, but why was she so uncomfortable in her heart.
The next day, Saint Murui and his party returned to City B.
An Yimo took a day off to go back to see her father. An Changqing was very happy to see her daughter back.
"Momo, when will you bring your boyfriend back? If you haven't found him yet, I will ask the neighbors to introduce you." An Changqing looked at his daughter and smiled kindly. He is such a precious daughter and hopes very much.
Seeing that she was happy earlier, he also hugged his grandson and granddaughter earlier.
"Dad, I'm still young, why are you so anxious?" An Yimo said disapprovingly while chewing on an apple.
"Young thing, you see, people younger than you are getting married and having babies." An Changqing said with a look of contempt, and then said seriously, "Momo, you shouldn't be too strong, that's a man's business.
Alas, it’s all my fault. I brought you up like this. If your mother were here..."
"Dad, stop talking. This is not your fault. It was me who made myself like this." An Yimo interrupted An Changqing.
"But... hey, isn't today Wednesday? Why are you back?" An Changqing suddenly thought of this question.
"I took a day off to see you, aren't you happy?" An Yimo threw away the apple core and deliberately pretended to be angry and glared at An Changqing. If her father knew that she was leaving, would he be sad?
And once she leaves, she probably won't come back for a long time.
An Changqing patted her shoulder and said, "Of course I'm happy, but you don't need to ask for leave to see me."
He knew that his daughter went to W city on a business trip some time ago and she hadn't seen him for a long time. He also missed her, but wasn't it the weekend soon?
"But I miss you so much." An Yimo suddenly hugged An Changqing and acted like a child in his arms. She tried hard not to let her tears fall.
"How about you move back home? This way you can see me every day, and I can help you cook." An Changqing suggested, as his daughter would get married in the future, and they would spend less time together.
"Yeah, I'll think about it." An Yimo said with a smile, but he said he was sorry in his heart.