My husband loves me too much

Chapter 215 225. I am someone who has eaten Tang Monk meat.

Hearing Mu Hua's answer, Mu Chengfeng was slightly different.

Of course, the daughter's marriage is decided by the father. In the past, no matter which son he mentioned, her evaluation was either 'so-so' or 'that's it'.

Those who can catch her eyes are really very few.

'After getting along with him, I found that he is quite nice' is already a very good evaluation.

The Jiang family is not bad.

"Hua'er," Mu Chengfeng sighed, "Your previous engagement was due to my father being too hasty, which caused you to be unhappy for the past two years. My father apologizes to you."

Mu Hua froze, staring blankly at the old hand covering the back of her hand.

How long has she not seen her father's gentle and loving side?

My father was very busy, busy with work and family business, especially in those few years, he almost traveled all over the world, rarely stayed at home, and never went to her parent meeting.

Although she was younger, her father was more protective of Mu Zhengxiao who had physical defects. Even if it was Mu Zhengxiao's fault, she was the one who was scolded, and it had been like this for so many years.

Just like last time, when Mu Zhengxiao brought the woman back to disgust her, and insulted her mother with obscene words, but Mu Chengfeng's slap was on her face.

too long.

It's been so long since she experienced such a father's love that her eyes are sore.

"Don't blame Dad," Mu Hua said in a low voice, "At first, I did it myself."

She is much more well-behaved, and she is not as absent-minded as before.

"The past is in the past," Mu Chengfeng smiled and patted his daughter's shoulder, saying earnestly, "Friends can talk slowly, you are still young, and Dad will not rush you to get married, pick a good one, you Having a good time is more important than anything else.”

The warm lighting reflected the softness of the room, and the long-lost father's warmth made Mu Hua's heart ache, so that she couldn't tell whether Mu Chengfeng knew that she and Bao Qijin were together, or he really wanted her to have a good time.

"dad……"

"Ok?"

Mu Hua didn't want to miss such a good atmosphere, so she still wanted to give it a try, "When my mother returns to China, can I stay with her for a while?"

Mu Chengfeng's expression gradually became serious, and he lit a cigarette.

After a while, he said, "Dr. Phil called and told me that the treatment effect is not satisfactory. Although your mother is better than before, she still has out-of-control aggressive behavior."

"Hua'er, you can visit her, but you must not live with her, it's too dangerous."

"If you don't want to live at home, buy a new house again."

"Dad is doing it for your own good."

"..."

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It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Mu Hua returned to the Jiangbian apartment.

Because of her mother, she was in a bad mood.

It was only when I opened the door that I noticed someone was home, because the living room light was on.

There was a pair of black leather shoes on the shoe rack in the entrance hall, and a suit jacket was draped over the back of the sofa.

Who it is is self-evident.

Except for Bo Qijin, there was no other person who knew the password of the door and entered the room without saying hello.

Before Mu Hua put her things away, the bathroom door opened, and Bo Qijin, who was wearing pajamas, came out.

Tsk, some people regard this place as their own home, not only bring slippers and pajamas, but also a tea set.

Mu Hua was brought into his arms by Bo Qijin, his short hair was wet and still dripping.

"Where did the little goblin go to catch the monk again today?"

"I'm someone who has eaten Tang monk meat. What's the point of other little monks?" Mu Hua took the towel hanging from Bo Qijin's neck to help him wipe his hair, smiling, "Aren't you going to work overtime?" , what are you doing here with me?"

Bo Qijin didn't change his face, "For small things, just check with the post."

Mu Hua, "..."

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