Good Wife of Rebirth

"Well," Tang Yunmu also knew that she had changed, and he was the one who understood her best. "Maybe something happened to her and she figured it out," he said lightly, "People are growing up, no matter it is

It’s the same for everyone, maybe Tian Qingning has grown up now.”

Yang Ping thought for a while, "Yes, but," he suddenly smiled, "Yun Mu, you really have to thank her this time."

"Well," Tang Yunmu didn't understand. It wasn't her who cured his illness, so why should he thank her?

"Don't you know?" Yang Ping held the bowl in one hand and couldn't make any elegant movements. He just put one hand in his pocket, "Actually, she is the one who saved your life."

He pursed his lips and pointed at Tian Qingning, who was so tired that he fell asleep.

"You probably had a fever of almost 40 degrees yesterday. If she hadn't used ice towels and wine to cool you down, you might have been burned to death or burnt to ashes now. No, look at it," he pointed again.

The wine on the table, "She may have been in a hurry and forgot that there was alcohol available, so she took out all the century-old wine that you have collected. I was only responsible for giving you injections. It was she who kept watch over you all night and took care of you."

I stayed with you all night, and even made you breakfast, and took mine with me." He narrowed his eyes with a smile, "If she can stay like this, she will be really cute, and even I can't help but like it. Believe me, if

The day you don’t want her anymore, I will definitely pursue her, but the premise is that she doesn’t change.”

After Yang Ping finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and walked out. Tang Yunmu was a little thoughtful. He lowered his head and put his hand on Tian Qingning's tender little face. I also hope that you will never change. That's it, that's it.

Okay, also, whether we divorce or not, I will take care of you.

And he didn't even notice. His fingers caressed her cheek almost nostalgically, and then he couldn't help lowering his head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well, I won't leave."

Such cherishing, such valuing, he didn't realize that this was something he had never thought about before.

I don't know how long I slept this time. When Tian Qingning woke up, she was still staring at the ceiling blankly. It seemed that it was not her room or her bed. She turned her eyes again and looked around. Why was it a little stiff?

It feels like it's not her light purple room.

She sat up, the quilt fell on her lap, but a big hand was placed on her shoulder, pressing down, "Sleep a little longer."

The calm male voice really startled her. She turned around and found that there was a man sitting next to her. He had a laptop on his lap. He didn't know if he was typing documents, but he seemed to be very nervous.

She was so busy that she remembered something. It seemed that she was tired, so he separated half of the bed for her to sleep, and then she couldn't wake up. When she woke up, she was naturally not in her room, and this room belonged to Tang Yunmu.

This bed is naturally his too

"Sleep," Tang Yunmu freed his hand and pressed the quilt on her shoulders. She blinked and lay down obediently. His scent was all on the quilt. It had a light scent of soap and it smelled good. She

Pulling the quilt under her chin, she smelled the scent on the quilt that didn't belong to her.

"Tang Yunmu," she suddenly pulled down the quilt and called his name