Chapter 1302
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Lin Mumu didn't ask why Ao Haijun was in a bad mood, and instead changed the topic:
"Dad, there are still three days before the opening of Gu Feng Street, many reporters are waiting to interview you. Do you want to dress up? "
"What, you think dad is not handsome?" Ao Haijun put down the porcelain bowl and smiled at Lin Mumu.
The bright smile on Lin Mumu's face made Ao Haijun's originally gloomy mood shine with a trace of sunshine.
"No, ah, your hair can be styled again. There's no most handsome, only more handsome." Lin Mumu said flatteringly.
She was really very casual in front of Ao Haijun. After speaking, she ignored the old man and busily scooped the sago in the bowl with a spoon.
Perhaps he was infected by Lin Mumu, Ao Haijun also picked up his bowl and ate with her.
En, Qiao Hui's cooking skills really made people want to bite their own tongues.
The father and daughter ate the sago together, and Lin Mumu felt that her father's gloomy mood seemed to have improved a lot, so she prepared to leave.
Ao Haijun suddenly opened his mouth: "Today is my and your mother's wedding anniversary."
Lin Mumu's footsteps stopped.
"I once promised Ning 'er that every wedding anniversary, I would give her a gift. Unfortunately, she won't be able to receive it. "
"Dad." Lin Mumu sat back next to Ao Haijun and pulled her father's hand:
"Finding me, isn't that the best gift you can give to your mother? I believe her spirit in heaven must be watching us. "
"Yes, Ning 'er, do you see? Our daughter, she looks as beautiful as you. "Ao Haijun's voice was somewhat choked with emotion.
Lin Mumu wasn't very good at comforting people, so she accompanied Ao Haijun in the room for a while and listened to him talk about his and Zhuo Ning's past.
Originally, Lin Mumu wanted to find an opportunity to persuade her father to find another one.
Although her father was almost 50 years old, he was a martial artist and had a good body. There wasn't a single white hair on his head, and he looked like a successful, mature, and middle-aged man in his thirties.
But now, Lin Mumu suddenly felt that she was wrong. If her father wanted to find another one, he could have done it a long time ago. Perhaps for him, holding on to that memory was more fulfilling than looking for a replacement.
Listening to Ao Haijun's recollections of her mother, Lin Mumu felt that in his voice, the woman who had been buried by the years seemed to have come alive again.
When she came out of her father's room, Lin Mumu couldn't help but take a deep breath and stare at the sky full of bright and dark stars, lost in thought.
She didn't know when Yun Ting had appeared in front of her, but she didn't know when he had grabbed her hand.
It seemed that Yun Ting's touch had already become an instinctive habit of her body. As long as it wasn't too stimulating, it wouldn't disturb her.
Lin Mumu returned to her senses after a long time, and couldn't help but hold Yun Ting's hand tightly as she asked in a low voice: "If one day I'm gone, will you still marry again?"
"What do you hope for?" Yun Ting threw the question back to Lin Mumu.
"You're asking me? I'm just a selfish little woman. I'm not so great that I can't say anything to make you love someone else. Of course, I hope you can remember me for the rest of your life. No, I want it to last for generations. "Lin Mumu looked up at the stars in the sky, and spoke in a soft voice, as if making a wish.
"Alright. I promise you. "
"You promised, you're not allowed to go back on your word." Lin Mumu's lips finally curled into a smile.
"En, I won't go back on my word." Yun Ting's voice was sincere like a promise.
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