My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Zhu Mingming had calculated so many times that he forgot that this was also Zhuang Nan's home.

Aren't their father and son incompatible? Why do they have to be together for such a trivial matter as having lunch?

Zhuang Nan looked at her with a smile that was not a smile: "Long time no see."

"Hehehe..." Zhu Mingming was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a hole to drill.

"Dr. Zhu called last time, but I found that it seemed to be an empty number. I don't know if I misremembered it or when Dr. Zhu reported the number, he accidentally gave the wrong number."

Zhuang Nan still asked calmly, with no emotion in his eyes.

Zhu Mingming felt embarrassed, she simply didn't want to get involved with Zhuang Nan anymore, what if Zhuang Nan had a close friendship with her, discovered her strengths and excellences, and really fell in love with her?

Unexpectedly, the only false claim in his life was caught immediately.

Later, Zhuang Nan complained about Zhu Mingming. Their circle of friends overlapped. He wanted to know Zhu Mingming's phone number, so it was OK to ask anyone. Not to mention Mr. Xiaofeng and Anzhi, the old man of his family would be happy to give it to him, and Zhu Mingming was too flustered to think about it.

At that time, Mr. Zhuang didn't know what was going on between the two of them, so he just glanced at his son indifferently: "I have Mingming's phone number here, if you want to talk to her next time, just tell me."

"Don't bother, I'll just give him the number again later." Zhu Mingming felt that he couldn't avoid it, and honestly delivered it to the door automatically.

Zhuang Nan just let her go and concentrated on eating.

Zhu Mingming's index finger twitched as the dealer's rice was refined and delicious.

"It's delicious, eat more." Seeing Zhu Mingming eating happily, Mr. Zhuang's appetite also improved a lot.

Looking at the two interacting with each other, Zhuang Nan confirmed once again that his old man really liked this girl.

The serious old man has never been so kind to anyone, not even his little niece.

After dinner, several people went to see Baogai.

Bao Gai also seemed to remember Zhu Mingming who had operated on it, sniffed her and then leaned close to her, letting her rub her round and flat.

Mr. Zhuang was very happy when he saw this: "Although our Baogai doesn't cause trouble, it rarely lets strangers get close to it. It seems that it likes you very much."

Zhu Mingming rubbed Zhuang Baogai's head happily: "Thank you Baogai for remembering me."

A routine physical examination was performed on Baogai, and only after the diagnosis was confirmed did he tell the Zhuang family and his son: "Baogai has no major problems, and the cold is almost gone. When the weather is warmer, he will become alive and kicking."

"Then why is it frowning for the past two days?"

"Spring is here, and Baogai wants to find a girlfriend. If you also have this intention, you can consider breeding it."

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Mr. Zhuang looked embarrassed: "My Baogai rarely does this."

"Bao Gai is sensible, so he seldom tells you his needs. But you can guess it from its physical characteristics and emotions. Of course, if you don't have this intention, just bear with it."

"I can't bear it, I can't bear it, how can I bear this kind of thing? Passing on the family line is a big deal." Mr. Zhuang immediately thought about whose dog within a radius of five hundred miles was more worthy of Baogai.

Harm, it's all because of their carelessness, and the elders didn't think about this problem.

"You can also see which dog is more suitable in the vicinity." Mr. Zhuang sent a task to his son.

"Okay." Zhuang Nan glanced at Zhuang Baogai, but was speechless for a while.

After watching Baogai, Zhuang Nan sent Zhu Mingming away.

This time, Zhu Mingming was the only time she sat on the white moonlight in her heart but had no intention of enjoying it. She just wanted to go to the hotel to pack her luggage and then slip away.

"What time is the plane waiting?" Zhuang Nan asked.

"How do you know?" Zhu Mingming's eyes widened. She hasn't told anyone about buying the ticket yet.