Chapter 1961
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How dare he recommend a pink tie to Ji Zuo!
Ji Zuo's eyes darkened. "Mm, I'll listen to Dad."
Qianqian was at a loss for words.
Ji Zuo was such a sweet talker. He was so good at pleasing Dad Murong.
Murong Ting looked at Qianqian. "Come here, Dad will help you take a look."
Qianqian walked over.
Murong Ting glanced at her. "Go and change into a pink dress. It's so pretty. It's the same color as Ji Zuo's tie. You can even wear it as a couple's outfit."
Qianqian said, "Dad, you're right!"
She opened her suitcase. There was a pink dress inside.
She changed into it, glanced at Ji Zuo and stood beside him.
Murong Ting looked at it and was very satisfied. He nodded. "Go."
Ji Zuo looked at Qianqian and held her hand.
Qianqian suddenly felt a little shy. She quietly followed behind Ji Zuo, her heart beating a little fast.
She and Ji Zuo were going to get their marriage certificate!
Murong Ting looked at them with a smile. When they were out of the house, he heaved a sigh of relief. He had finally let Qianqian's mother down.
Huanhuan suddenly felt a little bitter.
In the past, she and Jiang Ling were very close.
He used to look at her dotingly too.
It wasn't until the little dragonfly called out "Mommy" that she realized she had been in a daze for a long time.
Why was she thinking about Jiang Ling again?
Murong Ting looked at Huanhuan worriedly.
Huanhuan said softly, "Dad, I'm fine. Don't worry."
Murong Ting nodded. "I'm going out for a walk to get some fresh air."
Murong Huanhuan agreed and sat on the sofa. He hugged the little dragonfly gently. "Baby, sing a song for Mommy."
The little dragonfly said, "Sure, twinkle twinkle, the sky is full of little stars …"
Murong Huanhuan was speechless.
She wasn't a good singer either, just slightly better than Qianqian.
He was the one who taught the little dragonfly to sing this nursery rhyme.
She remembered that when she gave birth, the nurse had said that his face was even worse than a pregnant woman's. It was as white as a piece of paper.
Ever since the little dragonfly was born, he had taken care of everything from coaxing the child to changing diapers.
He had treated her so well at that time!
The little dragonfly waved its finger in front of Murong Huanhuan's eyes. "Mommy, are you thinking of daddy again?"
Murong Huanhuan came back to his senses. "Sing your song!"
What do you mean again!
"Mommy is shy." The little dragonfly made a face and ran away.
Murong Huanhuan felt that it was a little difficult to breathe. The oxygen in the surroundings was a little thin.
It was as if he had gone to the highlands in the northwest of the Empire and suffered from altitude sickness!
The little dragonfly was still young and didn't know anything. How was she going to tell her that daddy would never come back in the future?
Murong Ting walked around outside and quietly glanced at the inside of the villa. Seeing that Huanhuan was watching Tiantian's youth drama, he felt relieved and quickly went to the villa next door.
When he entered, he saw Dacha. "Where's your daddy?"
Dacha said, "He's still doing a checkup on Uncle."
Murong Ting sat at the side and waited.
Why wasn't the checkup done yet?
Thinking about the series of checkups in the hospital, it was normal that it would take a whole day to complete.
When Jiang Ling came last night, he went to meet him first and knelt there to apologize to him. He begged him that if the poison in his body was cured, he hoped that he would agree to continue being together with Huanhuan.
What did he have to disagree about?
He couldn't be happier!
Dacha looked at Murong Ting. "Grandpa, who is he to you? You look worried about him. "
Murong Ting said softly, "My son-in-law."
Dacha said, "Oh." "What illness does he have?"
Murong Ting said, "A very strange illness."
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