Han Jingmo's eyes darkened, and a sinister aura emanated from them.

Lu Wanwan didn't notice, and continued: "She also said that she didn't mind me telling you directly that the photo was given to me by her. I think she just wanted you to know this and deliberately pissed you off, so she didn't tell you at the time."

Han Jingmo curled his lips, but there was a chill in his eyes. Lu Wanwan guessed right, Jiang Mingshu wanted to piss him off in this way.

Jiang Mingshu didn't care, and even wanted Lu Wanwan to tell her that the photo was given by her. She

just wanted to let herself know that it was her biological mother who set up a trap to frame her...

From birth to now, hurting herself has always been her greatest pleasure.

"Don't be angry anymore, dear." Lu Wanwan stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand and gently rubbed his brow, trying to relax his wrinkled brows.

Han Jingmo was pulled out of his cold memory by her sudden action, and he looked into her bright eyes. Those eyes were clear and innocent, with the power to tear apart the dark clouds and let the sunshine pour down again.

"I really shouldn't have told you." Lu Wanwan regretted it a little.

"No, you should have told me." Han Jingmo brushed away the broken hair in front of her forehead, and his eyes gradually softened.

Will you feel sad and angry?

Maybe in the past.

But after being hurt again and again, he understood that he should not have expected maternal love since he was a child.

And Jiang Mingshu and Yan Shengkai, these two people, have deliberately set up traps again and again to separate him and Lu Wanwan.

This also applies to today, when Yan Shengkai revealed the matter between Lu Wanwan and Zhao Jingxing to him.

Since they are like this, he doesn't have to care so much.

Lu Wanwan raised the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows curved with a smile: "I will vent your anger, scold her for you, and stand on the same front with you."

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows.

Lu Wanwan sighed: "Who made you my crazy fan."

...

Oh, Mo Baijian is a crazy fan of Lu Wanwan. Han Jingmo

couldn't help laughing.

Lu Wanwan was dissatisfied: "Why not now?"

"Yes." Han Jingmo chuckled: "Always."

When she entered his life with a bright and bold attitude, leaving a strong and colorful stroke in his gray world, he became her most loyal follower.

Lu Wanwan heaved a sigh of relief: "Whether it is or not, it's good that you smiled."

Han Jingmo was surprised for a moment, and chuckled again: "Are you trying to make me laugh?"

"If you smile well, you will get a reward."

"What reward?"

Lu Wanwan lifted his chin and said sloppily: "This." After that, he kissed him heavily on the lips.

Han Jingmo couldn't help laughing softly, and his chest shook slightly.

After a while, he seemed to speak casually: "Are your father and your mother on good terms?"

"Of course, they are still in their own world at such an old age." Lu Wanwan was puzzled: "Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing." Han Jingmo lowered his eyes. The person in the photo that Jiang Mingshu gave him for the first time was Lu Wanwan's father, Lu Haoze, which made him have a bad guess.

Lu Wanwan's eyes rolled around twice quickly: "Are you nervous about meeting them in the future?"

Han Jingmo laughed and hummed.

Such a straightforward admission made Lu Wanwan's mind open up. He even considered meeting the parents, so did he really want to propose to her?

Is it progressing too fast

? Is it the same for other people's love?

Are there any other steps missed in the middle?

...

A lot of bullet screens flew through Lu Wanwan's mind.

His eyes suddenly wandered and saw the game screen on the computer, and asked: "That night, the petal rain and fireworks in the amusement park were very similar to those in the game. Did you arrange them specially?"

"Yeah." Han Jingmo touched her hair, thinking that it would make her less angry, but the effect was not satisfactory.

Lu Wanwan sighed slightly. When she saw the petals fluttering and falling all over the sky, it was like seeing the game scene being vividly displayed in reality. It would be a lie to say that she was not surprised.

Now that she thinks about it, it must have taken a lot of thought to arrange those.

But she didn't appreciate it properly.

Han Jingmo seemed to know what she was thinking. He didn't say anything comforting, but just whispered: "There will be more in the future."

Lu Wanwan blinked.

Han Jingmo gave an example: "For example, catching butterflies. If you want to see it, I can do it too."

Lu Wanwan was shocked: "Is it okay?"

Han Jingmo nodded: "But you need encouragement."

...

Do you need encouragement to catch butterflies? So strict?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through her smart brain. Just before catching butterflies, she said to him, honey, come on...

Lu Wanwan winked at him frivolously with her left eye: "My dear, come on."

Han Jingmo's face turned pale.

Lu Wanwan was easy to talk to: "No? Then come on, wife."

Han Jingmo's face turned black.

Lu Wanwan was a little annoyed: "Still not? Then you can go or not."

Han Jingmo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He directly picked her up horizontally, and stopped catching butterflies and catching her.

Lu Wanwan was startled and let out a soft "ah". She hooked her neck reflexively. The pillow in her arms was about to fall down without support, so she reached out to pick up the pillow and was in a mess.

Han Jingmo frowned: "Why are you getting thinner again?"

"Really?" Lu Wanwan was surprised. He reached out a hand to touch his waist. It wasn't thin. He touched his face. It wasn't small either. Could it be... that his breasts were smaller?

This was too thin.

When passing by the computer, he saw his private chat box flashing. Lu Wanwan said: "Someone is looking for you."

Han Jingmo was very willful: "No matter."

"What if there is an emergency?"

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Then you can't see it."

...

It actually makes sense.

Lu Wanwan stretched out a finger and poked him gently in the chest: "Really not going to see it?"

Han Jingmo paused, looked at her for a while, and put her down in a compromise.

In the private chat box, the Ninth Prince wailed.

[Private chat] The Ninth Prince: Mo Bai, help, someone wants to kill me!

[Private chat] The Ninth Prince: Where is the person? Urgent!

[Private chat] The Ninth Prince: The account is online, but the person is not?

[Private chat] The Ninth Prince: How come Brother Xuhe's account is online but the person is not? I poked her for a long time but she didn't reply.

[Private chat] The Ninth Prince: Damn it, damn it!! You two are not doing anything inappropriate for children, are you?

[Private chat] Ninth Prince: My master is being hunted, but you are living a carefree life! I hate this unfair world!

...

Lu Wanwan silently corrected herself, and did not live a carefree life.

Han Jingmo did not seem to want to pay attention.

Lu Wanwan wanted to go back to her room to reply to the Ninth Prince's message, but Han Jingmo asked her to say it here directly, using his account...

Such a divine account...

Lu Wanwan was flattered: "Aren't you worried that I will ruin its style of painting?"

"Worried."

"..." This answer gets zero points!

"So I'll use you as compensation tonight." Han Jingmo had a hint of teasing in his eyes.