Chapter 289
"My parents should be asleep, let's slow down."

Mu Wanying put the small plastic bag on the pillow, burrowed into the nest and touched her mouth, groping in the dark like a greedy cat looking for food.

The teacher and his wife are at home, and Tang Dou doesn't tease the cat, so it's not good to disturb the old man's rest at night.

After Mu Wanying woke up her younger brother with lip words, she put on a transparent oil-plastic umbrella and dragged her to the long and lonely rainy alley, where she wandered and met her younger sister.

He didn't hesitate, she didn't complain, they approached each other silently, approached, and cast admiring eyes.

This is the most beautiful encounter in the world, a silent confession of love.

After feeding the cat, after waiting for a while, Tang Dou shook her shoulder and said:
"Not yet?"

"I want to move."

Mu Wanying shook her head and said weakly.

"I'll take you there."

Tang Dou smiled, and arranged Mu Wanying's nightdress that was wrinkled to the neck.

"Don't go, get up early tomorrow morning and go there." Mu Wanying shook her head again, looked at Tang Dou with a doting smile on her face, "Look how nice I am, I'll keep you at my house, I'm worried that you won't be able to sleep alone at night, Come back to accompany you."

"Well, you are the best girl in the world, more than enough to be my wife."

Tang Dou's lips touched the corner of Mu Wanying's mouth and said.

"That's a lie."

Mu Wanying's hand on Tang Dou's neck grabbed his ear and said.

Tang Dou said: "Is it good to say it out of your heart?"

"I don't believe it anyway, how do you prove that you really love me?"

Mu Wanying pouted.

Tang Dou said: "You can prove it any way you want."

Mu Wanying thought for a while, "Take time to prove it."

"no problem."

It's not just time, Tang Dou is using "afterlife" to prove it.

"Use ten years to prove your love for me. It's almost four years now, and in another six years, that is, after I turn 25, you are allowed to transfer your love for me to your little baby."

Mu Wanying imagined the future.

"The best love for a baby is to love you well."

Tang Dou caressed Nizi's fair and tender face and said.

"Dou Dou, look, I'm really crying."

Mu Wanying pretended to sob, but tears really flowed from the corners of her eyes, husband, do you want to be so nice.

Tang Dou pursed his lips at the corners of Mu Wanying's eyes, "Sweet."

"Happy tears are sweet. But if you say what you say, I bet everything and all my love on you." Mu Wanying put her lotus root-like arms around Tang Dou's neck, smiling like tears Said: "I can't wait to see your little lover get jealous of me in the future, I told her, this is my husband, why are you jealous, go away."

Nizi was so sweet that she was about to melt, Tang Dou stopped there, and coaxing her for a while might drop out of school.

"It's getting late, go to bed."

Tang Dou reached out and turned off the desk lamp.

Mu Wanying was going to get up at six o'clock in the morning and go back to her room, but she forgot that she didn't bring her mobile phone, and Tang Dou couldn't set the alarm clock, so both of them overslept.

Feng Qinglan got up at seven o'clock, and first looked at her daughter habitually, but there was no one in the room.

She went to the bathroom to check, but there was no one there. She probably guessed it. Out of curiosity, she went to gently open the door of Tang Dou's room to check. She saw a pillow, two heads, three arms and four feet, and a small pink coat on the ground. .

Already so familiar.

Feng Qinglan sighed inwardly, and gently closed the door.

Turning around and going to Mu Wanying's room to become a detective, knowing the answer, she couldn't help but check the temperature in the quilt.

Cool.

Feng Qinglan opened the drawer of Mu Wanying's desk, and saw the umbrella box at a glance. The packaging should be newly bought.

Open and count.

Two less.

Feng Qinglan looked down at the trash can, looked through it curiously, and found one.

It goes without saying that there is one less.

After personally investigating, Feng Qinglan finally felt relieved, no matter what, the two of them were still careful.

Feng Qinglan put the box back in the drawer, and the trash can was covered.

When Mu Jinhua came out, Feng Qinglan glanced at her and went to the living room first. She didn't say anything when she reached the point of her mouth. They lived together in a rented house outside, so there was no fuss at home. After all, they were young and vigorous.

Seven fifty.

Mu Wanying woke up and heard the voices of her parents talking outside, so she regained consciousness instantly, and quickly pushed her back.

"Dou Dou wake up, my parents are already up."

"Get up and get up." Tang Dou rubbed his eyes, sobered up and said, "You didn't go back?"

"I slept so hard, I hope my mother didn't come to my room."

Mu Wanying got up and sat by the bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on.

Although we all know it well, it is still very embarrassing to be smashed by my parents at home.

Mu Wanying gently opened the door, looked at the door, went out and slipped back to her room, Tang Dou was much calmer, seeing Mu Wanying's cautious look, couldn't help but smile, the teacher probably knew it.

Nizi is really cute when she is funny.

Feng Qinglan happened to see the scene of Mu Wanying sneaking back to her room from the mirror in the hallway, and turned to look at Mu Jinhua, only to see Mu Jinhua slowly look away, pretending that she didn't see anything, and didn't say anything.

At this point, there is nothing more to say, and there is nothing wrong with the brat being able to hold his daughter's heart firmly.

Just be safe.

Feng Qinglan also pretended not to see it.

Mu Wanying was shocked when she was pressed in her room, and went out to the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

"Wanying, are you fighting yet?"

Feng Qinglan coughed, looked at her daughter and shouted.

"Oh, I don't know, I'll go and have a look."

Mu Wanying shook her head, scratched her messy hair, and went straight to the bathroom.

Feng Qinglan was angry and funny.

In the bedroom, Tang Dou thought, could it be that Mistress really doesn't know?If the mistress doesn't know, the teacher probably doesn't know either. The teacher usually doesn't look at Mu Wanying's room in the morning, but it's hard to say, the mistress can act like a movie queen.

Tang Dou still waited for Mu Wanying to come back to explain the situation.

After Mu Wanying went to the bathroom, she came to Tang Dou's bedroom door, knocked on the door and yelled if she got up.

"Get up, come in."

Tang Dou replied.

Early in the morning, both the young couple and the old couple were possessed by the actor.

"Two bastards."

Feng Qinglan muttered something.

Mu Jinhua took a sip of water from his thermos, turned up the volume of the TV, and switched to the news channel.

"My parents probably don't know."

In the bedroom, Mu Wanying whispered.

"Not necessarily. The first thing my mother does when she wakes up in the morning is to see me and my sister. Doesn't your mother have this habit?" Tang Dou said: "They don't necessarily tell you if they know."

Mu Wanying wiped her nose, "If you know it, you know it, it's like this anyway."

"I'm worried about my legs!"

Tang Dou patted his leg. With Old Tang's temper, if the pig dared to go home and hug his little padded jacket, he would definitely not be able to eat it and walk around.

"My parents are intellectuals, so they won't be so arrogant."

Mu Wanying hummed.

"How was Doudou's rest last night? That bedroom may be a bit cold for people who don't live there often."

Tang Dou and Mu Wanying went out, Feng Qinglan said.

The room was quite cold at first, but it was still a bit hot to hold Mu Wanying's first-year warmer. Tang Dou didn't want to act in front of the teacher, but he couldn't admit that he was with Wanying unless the teacher told her, so he could only say:

"It's not cold, Wanying prepared a thick quilt for me."

(End of this chapter)

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