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Chapter 65

In any case, after a few words of laughter like this, the atmosphere finally became harmonious.It seems that there has been no harmony between Wu Nongnong and Ning Mo for a long time.

The sound of "didi" was uploaded from the balcony, and Wu Nongnong was about to get up, but someone moved faster than her, and had already hugged the clothes out.

"Is there a hanger?"

Wu Nongnong jumped up with a blushing face, "I'll hang it by myself." Wu Nongnong glimpsed the triangle of red lace in the pile of clothes with sharp eyes.

"Yeah." Ning Mo put down the clothes, picked up the clothes rail, and put away the clothes hanging on the balcony.

Fog Nongnong took a closer look at the changes in the surroundings, and then she was relieved to find that the surroundings were much cleaner, and even the pillows on the small sofa had been arranged in the way Ning Mo was used to.

The thick fog almost gave the illusion that time went back a long, long time.

At that time, Ning Mo insisted that they would live in an apartment in the future. The small two rooms were not at all the garden villas Nongnong and Ning Mo were used to living in.

But Ning Mo just insisted, saying that only then can he feel at home, and the distance between the two of them is always kept very close.

In this matter, the fog was thick and noisy, and it didn't help.

At that time, Ning Mo always forced himself to do all kinds of housework, which he dubbed "sharing". The most exploited work in the fog was drying clothes.

He always likes to hold her in his arms, teach her how to hang the clothes on the air, and wipe the oil by the way.

Wu Nongnong always pouts and complains that Ning Mo loves to wash clothes too much.

Wu Nongnong dried the clothes decently one by one, then put the clothes that had just been collected on the sofa and folded them up one by one.

The so-called folding of clothes is nothing more than wrapping and folding a piece of clothing casually, so that it looks like that, but the size becomes smaller.

"Are you folding clothes?" Ning Mo looked at the ball of clothes in Wu Nongnong's hands and laughed.

Wu Nongnong's face was flushed, and she wanted to get mad, he didn't care how she folded her clothes.

"Let me fold it." Ning Mo sat down against the thick fog, and took the clothes from her hand.

The thick fog watched his fingers dance, and the folded thing was called a tofu block. It was extremely neat, with edges and corners, and he hung up the clothes that could not be folded. No matter what he did, he did it perfectly.

After folding the clothes, Ning Mo quietly looked at Wu Nongnong and said, "I won't force you to fold the clothes again."

Such words, such meanings, and such expressions surprised Wu Nongnong.

I still remember the conversation between them that year.

Ning Mo always forced her to fold her clothes, they switched each other, he liked to fold her clothes, but she had to fold his.

"I don't like folding clothes, so can't I just hang them up?"

"Hang it up, where is there so much space?" Ning Mo looked at their apartment.

"Who told you to buy this kind of small house?" Wu Nongnong was furious. Every day Ning Mo would pester her to do this and that, which made her unable to spare time to care about Lu Yu.

When the fog was thick and furious, he put the pile of washed clothes on the floor and stomped hard, "Don't wash it, don't wash it, just throw it away if it's dirty, why do you have to stack it after washing, it's so troublesome."

I can't remember Ning Mo's reaction at that time, but it basically said that she couldn't be a good wife.

And later, she did not become his wife.

"Nong Nong, if I don't force you to fold your clothes, would you still be willing..." Ning Mo's voice seemed to be squeezed out from a crack in the ground, and his pronunciation was extremely difficult.

In fact, Wu Nongnong really wanted to hear what Ning Mo had to say, relying on a woman's intuition, she felt that she was about to succeed.

Although this kind of success came out of nowhere, she didn't know what she did right, and it just touched Ning Mo's heart of stone.

It's a pity that the condition is not forgiving.

The fog was thick, his face was red and his ears were red. He tried to avoid Ning Mo's scorching eyes by lowering his head to eat the fruit, but he knew that as soon as he ate it, he was suffocated by the strong aroma of the fruit, and he ran like a dead man. ran to the bathroom.

retching.

"Stomach trouble again?" Ning Mo immediately ran in, wrapping his arms around Misty's waist.

The fog was thick and his face was pale.

(End of this chapter)