The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

"This is Dad, you saw it last time, this is Mom, you know it, call someone!"

"Dad, mom..."

"Summer night? It's a very good name, is your mother giving it?"

The sound of Xia Xiagang just fell, and the warm and low voice of Mu Tangchuan came over. His eyes were filled with smiles. He looked at Zhuang Shurong around him and saw Zhuang Shurong nod to him.

"Well, my mother said that I hope that I can be as clear and clear as the starry sky of summer night, and I took such a name..."

Xi Xia night is indifferent.

Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong exchanged a look with each other, and they smiled happily. "This kind of artistic conception is quite like your mother."

"Well, it’s cold outside, go ahead, I’m preparing lunch, I’ll be able to eat it right away. Today, I’ll cook with your grandfather, and you’ll have a good fortune!”

Seeing the cold wind outside, Wang Hui smiled.

The old couple have already retired and have nothing to do. Now they are all in the kitchen to study cooking, or they are quarreling, planting flowers in the backyard, or finding a companion to play chess and tea.

With their day and night research, cooking skills have also taken a step, and now the craft is also OK.

The pedestrian went to the house.

I am worried that Xixia night will be stuffy, so I just sat down in the living room and drank a cup of tea. Wang Hui let Zhuang Shurong take the summer night upstairs, and Mu Chenchen was called to the study by Mu Tangchuan.

The room where Mu Chenchen is in the first room on the right side of the large living room on the second floor.

Zhuang Shurong opened the door, and a light cold fragrance came out. When he looked up at Xia night, the pattern seemed to be very similar to that of Fengju. It was a small suite, and even the design and decoration style was similar.

"A dusty person doesn't like other people moving around in his room, so we didn't change the style of the room. It should have been something festive, but I don't care if you want to come to your young people."

Zhuang Shurong pushed the door open and said that he would go in the summer night, and said plainly, "You go in and see it. You will come back here later. They will also help you prepare clothes and daily necessities in the closet. See what needs to be told to the servant. Since we have already entered the family we are, we are all ourselves, and we don’t have to be afraid of life."

Zhuang Shurong’s tone was somewhat relieved. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Xixia’s night, which was not talking. “Since you are the dust, he chose it. We have no requirements. I hope that you can live well. You act as His wife must care more about him and take care of him. We care little about him on weekdays, and he is..."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Shurong suddenly did not continue, just looked at Xixia night, then turned and left.

Xi Xia night looked away from Zhuang Shurong's figure that gradually disappeared into the aisle. If the thoughtful silence was a good one, then I regained my thoughts and went to the room.

Just entering the room, I felt his breath faintly. The window sill on the opposite side of the window sill led to the small terrace. The cold wind blew in the air, and there was an inexplicable cold fragrance in the air.

She stood in the banquet hall and looked at it for a long time. When she thought about it, she pushed the half-closed door on the right side. It was a big study room. The three rows of high bookshelves were filled with books. Not like the Maple House, the ladder is needed to get to the upper books, but the amount of books still makes Xi Xia night a surprise.

Going over, I simply looked at it and found that the books on the bookshelves were sorted like the Maple House. The difference was that there was a military book on the bookshelf here. Books, there is no such thing as Maple.

The path took one of the books, sat down at the desk, opened it at hand, and began to look.

Just opened a few glances, I saw that someone's handwriting occasionally made a mark in the book, it seems to have the same habits.

It is one of the February River collections.

She didn't have a cold with history. When she was studying, the things like liberal arts were even more boring. At the beginning, Shen Wenna wanted to cultivate her into a small family, and she could become a university like her. The teacher is also a good choice.

I don't want to, she was still affected by the grandfather's Shen Yue, chose the military school business school, but unfortunately it didn't take long to enter...

Later, after several years of study abroad, I studied business management. After I returned to China, I stayed at the Shengshi Group.

When he smiled, he reluctantly put the book back and wanted to find a new book, but found that there were many honor certificates and medals in the dark shelves next to the bookshelf.

She was amazed and quickly walked over and picked up a few random ones. It was actually a man’s performance.

The first-class scholarship honorary certificate, the national three-good student honor certificate, various competition award certificates, and a large number of certificates written in English, she did not understand very well.

Sure enough, it is a school!

The more I watched the night, the more I was shocked. I looked at a big stack and almost didn’t die in my inferiority. God knows that she’s really a scum, the only honor certificate she got from childhood to big. What outstanding young pioneers are still encouraged to send!

"You are smiling and frowning again. What is this expression? What do you think of these things? Look at you like this, it seems to be quite kind-looking?"

The man did not know when he had appeared behind him, and the sudden low voice scared him to jump in the summer night, his hand trembled, and a red-handed certificate that he was holding in his hand slammed into the ground.

She turned her head in shock and saw the admiration behind her, and suddenly she was angry. "You haven’t had a little voice when you walk, and you have been scared many times!"

Mu Yan dusted her eyebrows and swept her little face with a twilight. She bent down and picked up the certificate on the ground. She crossed her and sat down in the office chair. "What did you lose?" Scared?"

"It’s your own **** who’s gone out of the way. It’s a big day to come out and scare.”

Xi Xia night gave him a look, reached out and grabbed the certificate in his hand, opened it and glanced at it. "You can get it without thinking of this award. It won't. At the beginning, our high school class teacher said that it was a creative contest." Record, the person who hasn't been able to brush off for many years is you?"

"Is it? I have to be high for you for several times. If so, the level of your schoolmates needs to be improved."

Mu Xiaochen said nothing at all, and looked at her with interest.

"There is a specialization in the industry. The strengths of others are other. Anyway, I didn't know it at the time. You have no influence on me any more."

Xi Xia night could not help but return to him.