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Chapter 112

Wu Nongnong ignored Ning Mo, turned his head up and left.As he walked out, he cursed, "I like fat so much, why don't you buy a pig to raise it." Isn't Helen the place where fat should grow, a little fat?
Wu Nongnong threw Ning Mo's coat at the gate of Ning's house, stomped a few times to vent his anger, then grabbed his own coat and walked out of the gate of Ning's house.

"I'll ask the driver to take you."

Wu Nongnong turned around and almost fell to the ground, "Can't you make a little noise when you walk?" Even if there is "begging" from others now, Wu Nongnong's temper will not get better.

"If I speak out, how can I see you stepping on my coat?"

Wu Nongnong blushed a little with embarrassment, so he said angrily, "Don't bother the driver, I'll go by myself."

In city A in December, the coolness is already very deep, the fog is thick, stepping on thin high-heeled shoes, pulling up the coat, walking on the road with almost no one, there is a kind of desolation abandoned by the whole world, as if life has not been known In what direction should I go? There is thick fog ahead.

The sound of her footsteps echoed on the empty street. At first glance, it seemed as if someone was following her. It was very creepy. In the past, the fog was so thick that she would have screamed in fright.

But tonight, Wu Nongnong really wished that some kind of female ghost would appear, just drag her into hell.

It's a pity that this is all fantasy, two beams of light came from behind, Fog Nongnong turned around numbly, not knowing whether to forgive Ning Mo for being mean just now, or to bear hatred for him.

Against the light, the fog was thick enough to tell that the person in the cab was not Ning Mo, but the driver of the Ning family.

Fog Nongnong turned his head angrily and looked straight ahead, everything really changed.

I still remember that when she was angry in the past, the person who drove behind her must be Ning Mo, but now he is the driver, and the love is gone, leaving only responsibility, or humanitarian care for an irrelevant person.

Wu Nongnong used to wantonly consume Ning Mo's care, but now it has become a luxury to ask for a little care.

"Miss Wu, please get in the car, I'll take you home." Lao Zhou drove up, poked his head out of the car window, and said thickly to the fog.

"I want to walk alone, you go back." The fog is thick and deep, and he doesn't care about everything, especially his own safety.

Lao Zhou has been driving at Ning's house for many years, and he already knew how to serve people, and he didn't talk much, but just silently followed the distance of a hundred steps behind Fog Nongnong, driving slowly.

With the help of the headlights, people returning late on the road can clearly see an astonishingly beautiful woman in a water-red tulle evening dress, walking slowly on the road.

The cold wind of the winter night blows her skirt, as if she is about to fly, or it is a gorgeous female ghost who comes out in the dead of night to look for a body that has been resurrected.

The pale complexion and strange beauty deterred some people who were eager to try.

The fog was thick and she didn't know how long she had walked. She just felt that her feet were numb from the cold. Seeing the only warm light left by the roadside, she walked in without hesitation.

She looked up in surprise at the familiar scent from the dense fog in the store.

Pharaoh Kee Congee Shop.

There is a thick fog in the dark and I don't know how she came here. The road has changed a long time ago. She tried to find this porridge shop, but she has been in vain. Tonight, she has nowhere to go. No effort at all.

There is no one around on winter nights, but the business of this porridge shop is surprisingly good. Those night owls always come here to drink a bowl of hot porridge before going home, to warm their stomachs and have a good night's sleep.

"Miss Wu?!" A woman in her sixties was facing her, wearing an apron, looking at the thick fog with surprise and disbelief.

"Aunt Wang, do you still remember me?" Wu Nongnong should remember Aunt Wang, because she only likes to drink the porridge from this shop, but Aunt Wang usually has so many customers, she still remembers Wu Nong after more than ten years Thick, but let the fog thick in the cold winter night, found a little surprise and comfort.

Wu Nongnong shook his head, loathing that he had fallen to the point where he wanted to find comfort in the memory of strangers.

"Of course I remember. Who can forget a beauty like Miss Wu?" Aunt Wang enthusiastically led Wu Nongnong to a small table, "I'm sorry, Miss Wu, there are too many people here. Sit down now, I'll get you some porridge."

Misty nodded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)