Sheng Mourui looked at the old couple who were still walking hand in hand with their gray hair, and said with a smile, "Of course, we will do the same. Even if your hair is gray and your teeth have fallen out, I will not dislike you."
"Tch, even if you are hunched over and have wrinkles on your face, I will not dislike you." Mu Nuan pouted and said, she couldn't help but have the image of them getting older in her mind. That would be quite loving.
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"Even if you dislike me, I will still pester you."
"Really?"
"of course it's true."
"Then you have to stay with me forever."
"You are never allowed to leave me." Shengmo Rui said domineeringly.
After arriving home, Mu Nuan and Sheng Mou Rui walked into the kitchen together. During this time together, Sheng Mou Rui, who had never been in the kitchen, started to enter the kitchen. However, he still didn't know how to cook and could only help Mu Nuan.
The two of them worked in the kitchen for a long time before making a sumptuous dinner. After tasting it, Sheng Mourui praised Mu Nuan's cooking skills for getting better and better.
After the sweet dinner, Sheng Mourui took a coat and put it on Mu Nuan.
Mu Nuan looked confused, "Are we going out?"
"Well, I'll take you to our home." Sheng Mourie helped her straighten her hair. A few days ago, he had people renovate the inside and outside of the villa, which will be their future home.
Our home? Mu Nuan blinked in confusion.
"Idiot, this is where we will live after we get married." Saint Mourinho pinched her nose.
Mu Nuan was stunned. Has he prepared the place where he will get married?
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Fang Jing drove directly to the Holy Garden, which was where the Holy Family lived. Sheng Mourii had brought her here once before. She had also met his parents, but she didn't expect that he would marry another woman now.
She originally got out of the car and rang the doorbell outside the gate of the Holy Garden, but no one opened the door. It was very quiet inside, and there seemed to be no one. She did not leave, but stayed here. She thought that Saint Mourinho would come back at night.
When she thought of Sheng Mou Rui marrying another woman, Fang Jing's heart felt as if someone was cutting her with a knife, and the heart-wrenching pain devoured her bit by bit.
The sky was getting dark, it was already eight o'clock, and St. Mourinho had not come back yet.
Just as she was about to make a call, she suddenly saw a car slowly driving past in the rearview mirror. She quickly put down the phone and stared at the rearview mirror intently. Then she saw a car stop.
Just when she was about to get out of the car, two people came out of the car behind, a man and a woman. The man was tall and tall, while the woman was petite and exquisite. With just one glance, she recognized that the man was the Saint Mourinho she had always missed.
"Nuan Nuan, this is our future home. The villa next to it is Sheng Yuan, where our parents live. Our place is called Nuan Yuan, a warm place." Sheng Murui held Mu Nuan's hand and stood on the iron railing.
Someone outside the railing chuckled at her.
He bought this villa later because it is right next to the Holy Garden and is independent, so it is more convenient to go home.
"Nuan Yuan." Mu Nuan said with bright eyes, feeling warm in her heart. He must have named her based on the "nuan" in her name!
"Well, use the warmth in your name." Sheng Mu Rui pulled her forward, pressed the password, opened the iron door and took her in.
Fang Jing's face was pale as she sat in the car. She hugged herself tightly and felt very cold.
She had just rolled down the car window, so she heard everything Sheng Mourui and Mu Nuan said.