08:30

Chapter 91

You may love him, but you may not know it.There is a thin layer of paper between loving and being loved, which prevents the overflow of love, but once it is pierced, it can no longer be stopped.

From 08:30 onwards, Wu Nongnong felt that what she forcibly forgot was just buried deeper and brewed more fragrantly, rather than disappearing.

Love is also a terminal illness.

When a person does not know that he is terminally ill, his life is no different from the past, and he may still live a leisurely life, but one thing he knows, the attack of the disease is really like an arrow.

However, the incurable disease may one day be able to find a cure, but love cannot be cured, and the other half is the painkiller that he can endure for a living. If he loses it, he will be in pain.

When Wu Nongnong didn't know love, she naturally felt that she could live with or without Ning Mo, but after knowing it, she developed a disease - unwillingness.

This is the first time that Wu Nongnong has faced up to Ning Mo's love and his own love.

She will definitely return what others owe her, but she must also pay what she owes to others.

Memories flowed in like flowing water. After years of precipitation, Fog Nongnong discovered that the most bitter and astringent memories in the past are now all sweet aftertaste because of the presence of Ning Mo in them.

After all these years, she thought she just needed an excuse, an excuse to return to him.

The first time is revenge, the second time is love.

"Shall we go find Daddy?"

Even if she doesn't owe Ning Mo, she owes Wu Ning a father, a father who loves him.

Before Wu Ning was half a year old, as long as Ning Mo was around, he would change his diapers, breastfeed him, take him for a walk, and cuddle him to sleep. To tell him a story.

When he was only half a year old, he personally bought toys and clothes for him when he was ten years old.

Wu Ning's room was designed by Wu Nongnong, and the paint in the room was painted by Ning Mo himself one by one during his off work hours.

Thick fog is action.

When she realized her love, she was as restless and flustered as a person sitting on a fire.Ning Mo's shadow began to wrap around her neck, making her unable to breathe.

This is love.

Although she knew that she would encounter many twists and turns, tribulations, many people's eyes, and many people's incomprehension.

Even though Ning Mo might never forgive her again, she still came back.

Regardless of winning or losing.

In true love, not only is there no right or wrong, there is no winning or losing.

When getting off the plane, Fog took a deep breath of the air of City A, which contained the breath of Ning Mo.

This time she was upright, no longer harboring evil intentions, thinking about how to calculate.

She's just a woman in love with a man.

It's simple, just like she liked Lu Yu back then, to love someone like this, my heart is full of joy.

The heart is no longer gray.

Just thinking that she was in the same city as him was enough to make her extremely happy.

In the painting tube behind her is a picture - an egg.

This time, she was very confident that Ning En would not shake her head again if she saw this egg.

Because she finally saw that egg, there was a life in it, and there was the most merciful love of the Creator.

Wu Nongnong couldn't wait to see Ning Mo, no longer trying to get him.

But face it sincerely.

To say that Wu Nongnong is an activist is because she saw Ning Mo injured on TV, and she packed her luggage and returned home. In just three days, she showed up at Nanshan Hospital on the fourth day.

Before she had time to unpack the luggage in the hotel, she had already jumped into the taxi.

The fog was so thick that it wasn't outrageous, so I knew how to buy a bouquet of flowers at the entrance of the hospital.Firstly, to express my heart, and secondly, if the situation is wrong, I can use flowers to cover up the embarrassment on my face.

Wu Nongnong thought about it, but couldn't remember what flower Ning Mo liked, red roses are always good.The flower language of nine roses is to love you forever, and the thick fog feels very appropriate.

(End of this chapter)