Mu Cheng remained silent, so Tang Nuo asked again, "What did Xiao Jiu show you that day? Even though I couldn't see it, I could sense that you were feeling very down after seeing those things."
"This is a secret between Xiaojiu and me." Mu Cheng smiled, but that smile was filled with many emotions, because that incident always reminded her of many things.
Mu Cheng pretending to be strong always made Tang Nuo feel distressed. He didn't want to force her, and he didn't want her to be unhappy, so he said, "Okay, if you don't want to talk, I won't ask. When you want to talk, tell me."
"Yeah!" Mu Cheng responded and stopped talking.
Tang Nuo didn't say anything either.
Tang Nuo was very serious about everything he did, even just arranging the lines, so much so that he didn't even know when Mu Cheng fell asleep.
"Cheng'er, is there a cable trough?" Tang Nuo asked. No one answered behind him. He turned around and saw Mu Cheng sleeping on the sofa.
Tang Nuo smiled helplessly, walked into the kitchen to wash his hands, came out and gently picked up Mu Cheng, went back to the wooden house to find a room, put Mu Cheng on the bed, and lay down beside her with her clothes on.
Looking sideways at the person next to him, Tang Nuo smiled.
No one knew that he had seen a girl running towards him with a smile in his dreams countless times. She would act coquettishly in his arms, sleep in his arms, and do bad things behind his back. Only when facing her would he smile and feel that he was still alive.
After being rescued by Mu Cheng, the first time he saw her grown up after waking up, he knew that the girl in his dream was her. At that time, he was thinking that maybe there really was a past life and present life, and in the past life, she was the one who could make him obsessed and willing to give everything.
It was not until Xiaojiu started talking to him that he became even more certain that she was the treasure that he was unwilling to let go of in both past and present lives.
"Cheng'er, you can only be mine. Although I don't know what we were like in our past lives, at least in this life I will not let you go. I will guard you and watch over you until I die."
A confident smile appeared on Tang Nuo's lips. He reached out and held the little person in his arms. Once Tang Nuo made a decision, no one could change it, unless she no longer loved him.
In order to prevent her from changing her heart, he will love her with all his heart, pamper her with all his heart, and not give her any chance to stop loving him.
Maybe it was because Tang Nuo was by her side, but Mu Cheng slept very soundly that night. She only opened her eyes reluctantly when there was a knock on the door.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Tang Nuo and was stunned.
How could he be in his room?
"You fell asleep, and I couldn't bear to wake you up." Tang Nuo said seriously, but only he knew that besides not having the heart to wake you up, he also wanted to stay by her side and hug her.
At this time, there was another knock on the door and Mu Yueqin called out, "Cheng'er, are you awake? Xiao Song is here to see you."
"Well, I'll be out first." Mu Cheng said this and immediately left the space. She said to Mu Yueqin outside the door, "I'm awake, aunt. Please ask Uncle Song to wait for a while. I'll be there soon."
"Okay." Mu Yueqin greeted and left.
Mu Cheng went into the bathroom to wash up and prepare to change clothes when she remembered that Tang Nuo was still in the space. She had not blocked the space and he could see everything. So she took a look at the space and saw that Tang Nuo had already gotten up and was washing up.
"Although I will see it sooner or later, I'm not that disgusting and won't look at anything randomly." Tang Nuo said, and really closed his eyes honestly.
Mu Cheng grinned. Tang Nuo was a gentleman and should not lie to others, so she took out her clothes and started to change.
And someone opened his eyes and took a peek.
There is nothing vulgar about looking at your own wife; this is called open and aboveboard appreciation.
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