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Chapter 8

"How about I invite you and Ning Mo to my house for dinner on the weekend?" Feng Ziluo looked at the thick fog with a smile.

Wu Nongnong looked at Feng Ziluo in surprise, is this pulling a red line?

Eyes full of joy.

"That's it." Feng Ziluo smiled happily.

And Wu Nongnong felt that this trip was quite rewarding.

On the early morning of the weekend, the window was thickly fogged, and the sun was a little harsh, but it didn't affect her mood at all.She happily washed her hair, turned her back to the window, opened a book, and started the great hair-drying project, because Ning Mo liked to smell the fragrance of her hair when she just washed it.

It wasn't a good thing to keep your hair facing the sun, but Ning Mo bought off the habit of Wu Nongnong with the phrase "this way the hair will smell like sunshine".

Memories always hit her brows uncontrollably, Fog thickly remembered the days many years ago, when Ning Mo loved to urge her to wash her hair on sunny mornings.No matter what, she was not allowed to blow-dry her hair, saying that it would hurt the most beautiful part of her body.

At that time, she would always squint and complain impatiently, "It takes a lot of time to dry your hair."

What was Ning Mo's reaction?It seemed that he had never disregarded Fog's objections, sitting on the sofa with her in his arms, spreading her hair into a fan, flipping through the company's documents with one hand, and brushing her hair with the other softly as if he had never touched it.I didn't go to work all morning, and I dedicated it all to the foggy hair-drying project.

Thinking about it, Wu Nongnong seems to have developed her habit of reading books from that time. Before she met Ning Mo, she was the kind of daughter who thought Suzhou was right next to Guizhou, since they are all states anyway.

Wu Nongnong stood up and gave a cold "hum", still venting the anger that Ning Mo had forced her to dry her hair for ignoring her wishes.He never seemed to have a disdain for his own ideas, everything was done by himself, arbitrarily arbitrary.

The fog made a small circle around the small house, and there was a big ninja character hanging on the wall opposite the window. She took a deep breath, and continued to pick out clothes while drying her hair.

Wu Nongnong picked out a wine-red tube top dress and gestured to the mirror. It was dazzling against her white skin, but she immediately tilted her head, remembering that Ning Mo always liked elegant colors of women.

Wu Nongnong had no choice but to choose a white dress with red dots. The hem of the skirt undulates with the steps, which has the artistic conception of blooming flowers every step of the way.After her hair was dry, she chose a white headband to tie it on. She was full of youth, and the person in the mirror was not much different from Jian Ran's youth. After all, the years are still foggy.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Fog Nong got out of the taxi on time and stepped on the steps in front of Feng Ziluo's house.

This good habit of punctuality was not developed when she was abroad.Back then, it was normal for her to be three hours late for an appointment, and an hour late was considered early.

But after meeting Ning Mo, the devil had violently grabbed her from the bed and went to his date. She was disheveled and sat in a nightgown with her rabbit's head and shoes off in the restaurant of a five-star hotel, not to mention how embarrassing she was.It can be considered Ning Mo Ruan, she can enter the hotel with such disheveled clothes.

Throughout the night, Ning Mo stared at her with a smile and didn't say a word. Afraid of not being noticeable enough, he made an exception and went to the restaurant's piano to "affectionately" play a piece of Beethoven's Ode to Joy, and "sincerely" dedicated it to his fiancée— —Miss Fog Nongnong.

Everyone in the hotel looked towards the corner where the fog was thick and shrunk.Wu Nongnong was already dying at the time, and with her status at the time, it was enough to be on the tabloids the next day or even on the Financial Times with Ning Mo's light.

Ning Mo was the only one who laughed very happily that night.

Since then, Wu Nongnong has never dared to be punctual.

If I really miss Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there.Wu Nongnong hadn't recovered from the nightmare memories when he saw Ning Mo standing at the gate of Feng's house.With his hands in his pockets, he leaned handsomely against the wall and looked at her.

Fog Nongnong spat at him from the bottom of his heart, and cursed "smelly rascal".

(End of this chapter)