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Chapter 80

As the old saying goes: "Be prepared for danger in times of peace".

Wu Nongnong was an ignorant young lady eight years ago, so she didn't understand this sentence, but now she naturally understands.

The more happy life is, the more rampant the inner fear will be.

Because I am always in fear of losing.

What's more, she is always struggling between gain and loss.

After the lethargy period of the first few months passed, Wu Nongnong began to have endlessly recurring nightmares.

The dream in the first half of the night is always dreaming of that clear and cloudless day eight years ago.

According to the Chinese calendar, it is an auspicious day, and both the lunar calendar and the Gregorian calendar are double days, which are suitable for marriage.

On this day, Ning Mo asked three warlocks to calculate it, and they all said in unison that it was definitely a once-in-a-century day, and getting married on this day meant that the husband and wife would have a happy marriage for a hundred years.

At that time, Wu Nongnong laughed at Ning Mo, but he didn't expect him to believe this today.

People will always go to great lengths to get what they can't get, and even lose their rationality and wisdom, but at that time, the fog was so thick that they couldn't see that Ning Mo cared.

The wedding was held at the Seaside Holiday Hotel. Ning Mo kept the honeymoon location a secret, saying that he would give her a surprise.

The snow-white sandy beach reflects the blue sea, and the sun is pleasant.

Handsome men and beautiful women shuttled among them, but none of them could match the couple.

Wearing a sky-high price wedding dress, Wu Nongnong walked towards the "Altar" step by step, holding her father's hand.

Her smile was so beautiful that in the dream, Fog saw himself standing next to the young and beautiful bride back then, looking at her sweet smile.

So sincere, so beautiful!
I haven't seen such a smile in many years, and I miss it so much.

The man stood on the altar, handsome and indifferent.

Wu Nongnong clearly saw his face, but found that he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.

I can only see his lips moving up and down, but I can't hear the sound, but I can read the lips and know that it is a "no".

The mountain began to crumble, and the sea water poured in. The guests sitting on the ground sat motionless, with mocking smiles bigger than peonies blooming on their faces.

People started pointing at the bride.

The flood began to spread to the neck, and Fog Nong felt that it was extremely difficult and painful to breathe.

Wu Nongnong expected herself to pass out, but her mind was extremely lucid.

"No..." Wu Nongnong screamed and woke up from the dream.

"What's wrong?" Ning Mo's concerned face appeared in front of her abruptly.

Wu Nongnong looked at the face in front of him, handsome as a knife, his eyes were so firm and gentle.

The indifferent face in the dream gradually overlapped with the gentle face in front of him.

Only after thick fog did he realize that the person in the dream was none other than Ning Mo.

He at that time was so different from him at this moment, but she couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Ning Mo gently hugged Wu Nongnong, "Okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a nightmare."

Fog Nongnong rested her head on his shoulder, expressionless.

Then gently pushed Ning Mo away, stepped on the floor with bare feet, walked to the balcony of the room, and started to dial the phone.

As usual, this call is always played after waking up in the middle of the night, and a dozen calls last half an hour, an hour.

Even if Ning Mo asked, she always shook her head and didn't answer, and when she got agitated, she just yelled at him, and he naturally stopped asking.

After falling asleep again, new dreams began to weave.

Same dream.

Handsome men and beautiful women shuttled among them, but none of them could match the couple.

She is still wearing a sky-high wedding dress, this time no one is holding her hand and sending her step by step towards the "God Altar".

Her smile is still beautiful.

It was a man-made smile, a smile that Fog Nongnong had looked at in the mirror for many years, and he had long been tired of it.

That man, still handsome, is more mature, more stable, more restrained, tougher, and more elegant than eight years ago.Such contradictions have attracted everyone's attention.

He smiled comfortably and called her like a puppy.

The pastor announced that she was officially his wife.

He put a dog necklace around her neck, and she wagged her tail at him and followed him with a smile.

The mountain began to crumble, and the sea water poured in. The guests sitting on the ground sat motionless, with mocking smiles bigger than peonies blooming on their faces.

(End of this chapter)