See You Tonight, Master Su

Every time she thought of vito, all she could think of was not the gentlemanly way she had seen him a few times, but the madness he had experienced before he died. With a sigh, her mind was filled with the soaring flames of that night at the top of the mountain. The more she felt that life was rich, the tighter she hugged Su Minglang.

"Minglang... Vito this person... Actually, it was good for sister-in-law to leave before. She was such a proud person, if she knew who she was not easy to open her heart to and fall in love with, and who was a madman, she would be very sad. But in fact, vito this person, if not on the wrong path, if not maliciously induced by Wu Shilong, if not the things that happened later on. He would be a very talented man. What a pity!"

Su Minglang agreed.

"Seriously, isn't he the second Wu Shilong?"

"Ah! No one's to blame. It's all his life."

"Yes. Life!"

As he spoke lazily, Su Minglang could not help but sigh at the thought of the man who was extremely smart but did not get a good return. As Tong Hua had guessed before, Su Minglang knew who vito was a long time ago. Su Minglang did give him many chances...

But he didn't expect that he would still go his own way.

The two of them hugged each other and remained silent for a long time.

"Tong Hua, what are you thinking?" For a while, Su Minglang breathed lightly, kissed her hair and asked, these days, Tong Hua would never take the initiative to say anything about that day other than having nightmares, and never asked who vito was.

Without looking up, Tong Hua nestled in his arms and replied in a low voice, "Minglang... Is vito someone I know?" When the two of them said this today, Tong Hua couldn't help but ask.

Su Minglang was silent.

It had been a few months, but the thing about vito, even though that time, he died so miserably, but what he did was not easily erased, enough to make him drink a pot. The twenty-four solar terms killing method, at least in a short time, this thing can not be suppressed.

After some thought, he raised the corner of his lips. "Tong Hua, what do you want me to say?"

Lowering his eyes, Tong Hua did not look into them.

Every time she mentioned vito, she felt a little uncomfortable.

The strange thing about this awkwardness was that she could not explain it herself.

Vito had changed beyond recognition. Even his biological parents would never recognize it again. Looking at the figure of vito, Tong Hua could never imagine who it was. But every time in her nightmare, that voice, which she had basically confirmed to be the voice of vito, always made her restless and tearful.

Very contradictory! Very confused! Very uneasy.

"Minglang..." After thinking for a while, she pushed him on the shoulder.

Su Minglang knew she was struggling and her voice was a little deep.

"Say whatever you want!"

Blinking his eyes, Tong Hua twisted his face.

"The smell of acetic acid is so strong. I mean, I believe you will give him a fair result."

"Yo ho! Tong Hua is the most artistic of all!" After laughing and teasing, Su Minglang saw her frown again, and her unhappy eyes were blowing fiercely. He had to scratch her nose helplessly and let out a long sigh. "Okay, I know how to deal with it. Now, my lady, can we go to bed?"

Tong Hua glanced at him, laughing and crying, then stood up.

"Ok, sir, please go first!"

After two steps, she suddenly stopped as if she had thought of something. She rubbed her chin at him and pointed to the drawer where he kept the book. "Minglang, I've been so bored these days that I just want to flip through a book and flip through the remnants of your Lijia family tree for me?"

In fact, her interest in the Lijia family tree has never been great. Although she was Li Xiao's daughter, she had never been li before. Her name was Tong Hua and her surname was tong.

She really didn't want to know anything about the Lijia. Those people who didn't know the bottom were just because of Li Xiao, because of her father.

However, knowing that this was handed over at Wu Butler, she became a little interested.

However, she did not expect that it was a small request. Su Minglang's face changed, but his eyes became more profound. He took her and walked out.

"Okay, come and get it tomorrow. Go to bed now."

Tong Hua was surprised by his evasion and eagerness.

"I didn't say I wanted it now. Why are you so anxious?"

Su Minglang rubbed her eyebrows and wrapped her shoulders in a smile.

"All right, all right, old lady, whatever you say, it's all right. Please!"

Tong Hua pursed his lower lip, feeling more and more confused about his behavior. After a brief thought, she untied his hand, turned around, held her toes, and approached his face. She looked up, narrowed her eyes, and winked.

"President Su Minglang, are you hiding something from me? I've found out that there are more and more bills between us. Tell me, how can I settle it with you?"

With a chuckle, Su Minglang lowered his head and hit her hard on the head.

"Little daughter-in-law Tong Hua, whatever you say, we'll do it. Don't worry. We have a lifetime to figure it out."

Tong Hua groaned heavily as the wind blew out of his eyes. He slipped under his armpit and nimbly sat down on his bench. He quickly opened the drawer in front of him and took out the Lijia genealogy. He smiled slyly and opened the pages.

"I'm here today to see what the hell is going on inside -"

At this point, she was taken aback and her hand, which fell on the yellowed page, paused slightly.

"This photo..."

Those were two photos that were sandwiched in the pages of the Lijia family tree, and they were quite old.

The background of one photo was the hospital, and the other was the school. The woman in the photo was no one else but herself... She was as old as a flower, with a budding smile, and so shy and beautiful that it made her eyes light up.

That one was obviously taken secretly. When she was with her friends, it seemed that she had just finished school.

Tong Hua was surprised by the other one, which she had never seen before. It was a woman who was very similar to her now, smiling happily and holding such a baby in her arms.

Tong Hua knew that the woman was not her, that the baby was her, so that woman was her mother. Tong Hua had never seen her mother, not even a picture. How could Chen Yue leave her a picture of her mother?

After some consideration, she tilted her head and looked up at him.

"Minglang, where did you get this picture?"

Frowning slightly, Su Minglang sighed, walked over to touch her head and casually said, "Wasn't vito there? It was sandwiched between the pages of the book. Is this a vito item? Ah, do you feel warm knowing that he's been talking about you?"

Vito stuff.

This, zhan se absolutely believed.

Because she was 12 or 13 years old in that photo, and she didn't know Su Minglang yet.

Pursing his lips and listening to his sour tone, Tong Hua's mind finally changed. She chuckled. She deliberately flipped the photo over and over again. After hesitating for a long time, she secretly looked up at him.

"Are you jealous?"

With his finger on the Taiyangxue, Su Minglang made a particularly sad look.

"Is that so? I'm so jealous! What should I do? Tong Hua, how are you going to comfort me tonight?"

Tong Hua pursed his mouth and ignored his old ways. Looking at the photos, he felt something was wrong. But on closer inspection, she didn't know what the problem was. After thinking for a while, her nerves were on the other side of vito's head again. She sighed deeply and said in a low voice.

"Minglang, I'll make some time to pay him a visit another day. Is that okay?"

Looking into her big, watery eyes, Su Minglang thought for a moment before answering in a sour tone.

"Okay!"

"Poof! As for you?" Arguing with a deceased person.

Tong Hua pursed her lips and smiled. She thought the jealous look of this guy was funny. She couldn't help but take a quick glance at him, only to find that his eyes were too deep. Thinking that he might not be feeling well, she quickly shook her head with a smile, put the photos and books back, stood up and obediently circled his lean waist, put her head in his arms, and coaxed him in a soft voice.

"Minglang, I'm your man. I can't even beat a thunderbolt. Why are you jealous?"

"Who's jealous?"

"Deny it?" Tong Hua looked up and laughed at him.

Su Minglang raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Okay, I admit it!"

But Tong Hua knew that with his arrogant and domineering personality, it was not easy to say such a thing. Under normal circumstances, Su Minglang's jealousy index could be so high that he wished the men within five meters of her would stop walking, so it would be a great kindness not to regard vito as her refusal to contact.

She took a comfortable breath and held his arm.

With a laugh, Tong Hua buried himself in his arms again. "But Minglang... How did you get another picture?"

"Your aunt gave it to me, the last time I died."

The man's voice was still low.

Tong Hua did not speak, only felt her eyes swell and sore. She nestled in Su Minglang's arms and did not move. She only stood up and said after the mood had passed.

"Dear husband, it's late at night. It's time to rest."

"Okay, let's go and see our daughter."

The two of them held hands, closed the study door, walked out slowly and went to the nursery.

The babysitter was sleeping in the room, and when he heard the door open, he immediately woke up. Just as he was about to say hello, Tong Hua smiled at her and made a "Shh." He walked carefully to the side of the crib with Su Minglang and squatted down slowly, looking at the cute little pink baby girl lying inside with a motherly smile.

She's so young.

Even though he was taller than he was when he was born, he still looked small.

"Little moon, my father is here to see you."

This year, Su Minglang didn't spend much time with Xiaotaiyang. He was already over two years old. To put it bluntly, he really had no experience against such a small baby. So every time he picked her up from the moment the child was born, he felt a little awkward, wanted to kiss her, and was afraid of falling on her. His elbows were stiff, and he looked like he was on a new path, which made him laugh a lot.

"Little moon..."

"Don't touch her. She's asleep." Tong Hua sneered at him.

The little moon, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to have sensed something. She pursed her small mouth, as if she was feeding on milk. Her small mouth shrunk a few times, and a satisfied smile appeared on her small face.

"Oh, look at our little girl. What kind of dream is she having?" Su Minglang smiled softly.

"What else could it be? Eat your milk." Tong Hua laughed too, his eyes curved.

"Not necessarily. What if you dream of a handsome man?"

"Poof, you naughty father."

"Ahem, I mean, what if you dream of picking up her brother?"

Tong Hua snorted. Thinking of the funny thing between little moon and Xiaotaiyang, she almost couldn't help but laugh. "You violent father, such a young child, who has been teaching them to fight and kill all day long, how could she have such a dream?"

"That's right!" Su Minglang muttered in a low voice and suddenly turned his head. His dark eyes were fixed on her and he smacked his lips. "Tong Hua, I want to..."

"What are you thinking?"

Glancing at the babysitter not far away, Su Minglang cleared his throat and lowered his head to kiss her ear.

"I want to dream like my daughter!"

It took two seconds for Tong Hua to react. His face turned red and he gave him a gentle thump. In order not to embarrass himself in front of his daughter and the babysitter, he quickly pulled up his sleeve.

"Okay, it's too late. Go back to sleep."

"Okay, go to bed with your daughter-in-law in your arms!"

Pinching his face, Su Minglang's smile was cheap.

Tong Hua held back his laughter and ignored her. Unexpectedly, he had just left the nursery and had not taken a few steps. His waist suddenly tightened and he had already left the ground. Su Minglang dalala's princess was very steady in her arms. She walked a few steps and was probably happy to play. She threw her up and caught her on purpose. She threw her back and forth a few times, which made tong tian's heart tighten.

"Damn it! Su Minglang, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Ah!"

"Good wife! Don't be afraid, I'll catch you!" Su Minglang laughed.

Tong Hua let out two shrieks. He hung his neck with both hands and pressed his head against his shoulder with all his might. When he saw his child-like smile, he thought of how difficult it had been for the two of them along the way, and somewhere in his heart, it warmed up.

There are too many disappointments in life.

But in these disappointments, she gained too much.

One has to be content to be happy.

One must know how to cherish and cherish to be happy...

The next day, it was another sunny day.

Tong Hua, who had just finished her confinement, was still breastfeeding. Su Minglang pitied her for being weak and frightened, and never went to work officially.

However, although she was always around her husband and children, Tong Hua did not leave her professional classes behind. In her spare time, she would read some cases and professional books, and she would find some novels to kill time to make her happy. In the middle of the day, she would also ask her sisters to chat, make her family happy, and live a happy life, as if it was no different from before.

However, there were some changes that she only allowed herself to keep in mind.

He also believed that time could erase all unhappiness.

Some people left and couldn't come back.

Some of the memories were sealed, and they couldn't remember.

But so what?

She had to live, she had children to take care of, and she had a husband who loved her deeply. She had to be a mentally healthy, thoughtful mother, and a happy, carefree wife.

The people around her have changed a lot these days.

On this side, Shi Ran and Weicheng got pregnant after they got together. To say that the population is increasing rapidly, in their group, there are a lot of people who gave birth to children. First, she gave birth to Xiaotaiyang, then Lu Tian gave birth to two, and then she and Shen Qingcha got pregnant one after another. She gave birth to little moon, and Shen Qingcha gave birth to little li chun, which gave birth to a mixed-race beauty. She was pregnant.

Shi Ran's stomach, which was rumbling high, was piled up like a small hill. Every time aunt li saw her, she always said that she would give birth to a son. In fact, the mother of the wei family, who was looking forward to her grandchildren turning white, could not wait to find a familiar doctor to check her pregnancy. Her stomach was indeed a handle.

Maybe it was sun tzu's power, maybe it was the feelings he got along with, or maybe it was Weicheng's efforts that had paid off. To sum it up, the current wei mother's attitude towards Shi Ran had made great progress. Apart from taking care of everything in life, she would not always look depressed every time she saw her. Moreover, she had recently taken maternity leave at home, a mother-in-law who had seen her acting coquettishly and regretted letting Weicheng marry her, and who often carried her big belly to the streets, especially when talking about her grandchildren in front of a few of her best friends.

However, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have been natural enemies since ancient times, and Shi Ran still has a lot of opinions about her.

Although she never said anything in front of Weicheng, every time she came to the villa, she would make up a bad story about her mother-in-law.

Tong Hua always smiled and occasionally gossiped.

Isn't life like this? In fact, with a short family, with a small piece of chicken, with a flying dog, only then called the real life. If these things were gone and people were alive, how lonely would it be?

"Little Tong Hua..."

As Tong Hua was thinking about it, Lu Tian's high-pitched voice came through the gate. Her illness was much better, and things had been solved a lot during this period of time. There was nothing to worry about in the past few months.

This girl was still like this, with a big heart and lungs. She was so happy to see the sky and made her life dizzy. No matter what happened to her, her temper did not change much.