Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1345 On the last day, the two old men gave each other gifts
Time passes day by day, and everyone's life is slowly getting back on track.

An Yan's body is recovering well, and the three babies and twins are growing up healthily.

Mr. Zhan has completely recovered from his illness. He was transferred from the ward to the nursing home for observation. After confirming that there are no other problems, he can be discharged and go home.

Mrs. Bai finally had enough fun with Mr. Wen for a month.

Today is the last day. Mrs. Bai invites Mr. Wen to have a last meal, which is regarded as the last time to be a landlord.

In the afternoon, after the two met at the agreed place, Mrs. Bai generously asked Mr. Wen to choose a restaurant he liked.

"You've been in Haicheng for a month. You know Haicheng as well as I do. Let's see which restaurant you like. I'll treat you to it."

Mr. Wen was sitting on a chair in the mall, flipping through the photos on his phone without raising his head.

He only replied three words: "Let me think about it."

"it is good."

Mrs. Bai didn't rush him and waited quietly.

But Mr. Wen looked through the photos for a long time and couldn't make up his mind.

There are so many delicious and fun places in Haicheng, and this month has gone by too fast.

Now he really regrets why he only said one month. If he said one year, wouldn't he be able to continue taking this old lady to eat, drink and have fun?
But Mr. Wen couldn't do anything to regret it.

He hesitated sadly for a while, and finally picked out one of the commemorative photos on his phone and sent it to Mrs. Bai.

"Just this one."

"Okay." Mrs. Bai still agreed readily.

The restaurant was the first time she took Wen Lao to eat. It was a local specialty restaurant in Haicheng, and it was not far from here.

The two walked out of the mall and went to the restaurant.

The restaurant is still the same restaurant, but the mood is completely different from the first time I came here to eat.

At that time, Mr. Wen didn't care about what he was eating. All he could think about was how to make this stubborn old lady suffer and surrender to him.

Now for the last meal, Mr. Wen was in a low and complicated mood.

After the dishes were served, he would take the initiative to serve Mrs. Bai with soup and vegetables, and apologize to her in a muffled voice.

"You must be very tired from wandering around with me these days, right? I did it on a whim at the time, so I hope you won't be offended."

"What you said is too unreasonable." Mrs. Bai took the soup bowl with a smile and spoke politely.

"I should be thanking you for not caring about my bad attitude towards you at the beginning and saving my wife's life. Besides, I have been eating, drinking and having fun with you for the past month. In the end, I took advantage."

"No way, I'm the one taking advantage!"

Mr. Wen shook his head and subconsciously wanted to compete with Mrs. Bai.

After saying that, I regretted it again.

He shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have argued with her again.

But he wanted to say something more, but for a moment he couldn't say anything.

He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would say something he shouldn't have said.

And their current status...

Forget it, it's better for him to shut up.

Mr. Wen sighed silently and buried his head in eating.

Madam Bai suddenly felt bad when she saw him, and she didn't know where she said the wrong thing to make him unhappy.

However, after getting along with him for a month, Mrs. Bai got to know Mr. Wen's character quite well. She knew that he was not weird, but that he stayed away from people all year round and had a relatively pure personality.

He shouldn't be angry, maybe just upset about something else.

Mrs. Bai didn't think much, turned around and took out an exquisite box from her bag and handed it to Mr. Wen.

"You should be leaving Haicheng tomorrow, right? This is my little wish, I hope you can accept it."

"For me?"

This was the first time Mrs. Bai gave him a formal gift, and Mr. Wen instantly became excited.

He quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, took the tissue and wiped his hands carefully, and then took the small box with both hands.

The small box is made of sandalwood. It doesn't look too big, nor is it overly refined. It just has a simple and elegant sense of time.Opening the lid of the box, what appeared in front of Mr. Wen was a pocket watch.

As a senior pocket watch enthusiast, Wen Lao could tell at a glance that this was a real antique pocket watch and definitely not the kind of imitation on the market.

The key is that this pocket watch suits him very well, both in terms of style and pattern and the chain attached to it.

Mr. Wen looked at Mrs. Bai with burning eyes, with obvious surprise and excitement in his eyes: "How do you know I like this?"

Mrs. Bai explained with a smile: "When we visited the museum last time, I saw that you were very interested in an antique pocket watch there. Although this piece cannot be compared with that national treasure, it is still quite old. I hope you can Can like it.”

"I like it, I like it very much!"

Mr. Wen carefully picked up the pocket watch, rubbed it in his palm for a moment, and then carefully put it back.

Finally, I put the small box directly into my pocket. The disappointment just now was gone, and my heart was filled with joy.

He likes pocket watches, but outsiders never know.

Mrs. Bai can give him this gift, which shows that she cares about him very much.

Fortunately, he also prepared a gift in advance, which could slightly repay her affection.

Mr. Wen quickly took out a beautiful velvet box from his bag and put it directly into Mrs. Bai's hand.

"I also have a farewell gift for you. Keep it first and then open it when you get back. Remember, you must not open it in advance!"

"Is it so mysterious?"

Mrs. Bai was amused by Mr. Wen's serious look and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll look at it when I get back."

"Well, let's eat."

Wen Lao gave away the gifts he had prepared, and received a gift himself, which made him feel better again.

The dining atmosphere returned to normal, and the two finished their last meal chatting and laughing.

After dinner, it was time to really say goodbye.

Mr. Wen stood at the door of the restaurant, watching Mrs. Bai get into the car, and suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness and loneliness in his heart.

I was used to living alone, and that was it.

But someone had been with him for the past month, and he felt a little sad when he thought about having to be alone again in the future.

This sadness drove Mr. Wen to step forward and once again called Mrs. Bai: "You..."

"Huh?" Mrs. Bai quickly turned around.

Wen Lao lowered his head and could not say anything.

"I..." After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Wen finally managed to choke out two sentences: "If your wife's condition relapses in the future... you, you can come to me at any time!"

"Okay, thank you."

Mrs. Bai nodded, feeling a little moved.

After Mr. Wen cured An Yan, he repeatedly told An Yan that she was not allowed to go to Wen's Villa to find him privately again.

Now he made an exception and allowed her to disturb him at any time. It seemed that he regarded her as a friend.

Mrs. Bai also had a good impression of Mr. Wen beyond repaying her gratitude, and she also said a few more polite words to him.

"If you come to Haicheng again in the future, remember to come to my house often."

"Okay, I'll definitely go when I have time!" Wen Lao agreed without any courtesy at all.

"Goodbye then." Mrs. Bai waved her hand and got into the car gracefully.

The Bai family's car drove away quickly, and Mr. Wen also turned around and got into the car that came to pick him up.

The two cars drove in different directions and drifted away.

However, Mr. Wen couldn't help but turn around frequently, trying to take another look at the car through the rear window.

But what caught his eyes was the glow of the setting sun, and nothing else could be seen.

The last day passed just like that.

Wen Lao turned around, feeling lonely and lost again.

(End of this chapter)