Ni Zixuan's slight breathing came from her arms.

Mu Shahua's eyes darkened and he looked down. Ni Zixuan was already hugging Jimmy Bear and sleeping sweetly. He smiled, picked up his daughter and walked to the bedside, put her down, and covered her with a quilt, but she didn't

Be willing to walk away.

"Zixuan, did daddy ever say that you and your mommy were very similar when they were young, both in personality and appearance?"

Ni Zixuan pursed her lips, revealing a sweet dimple.

Musawa stood up and walked to the window, took a deep breath, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes, "Who!" [

The door opened slowly, and a head of fiery red hair came into view.

"You Qianmo?" Looking back, a group of black people also squeezed in, "Fighting, you're here too!"

Looking at the person and the dog in front of him, the corners of Musawa's mouth slowly raised, "Why are you here?"

You Qianmo was found by Mu Shahua and seemed a little embarrassed. His eyes drifted to the bed and saw Ni Zixuan asleep, looking a little disappointed, "Let me see her..."

Looking at You Qianmo's nostalgic eyes, Mu Shahua smiled and said, "Since you are here, stay here for a while and keep Zixuan company." After saying that, he pulled him to the room next door, "

You can sleep here." He pointed to the door leading to Ni Zixuan's room.

"You can protect Manzhu at night!" That's what he did at that time. He stayed next door to Manzhu to protect her at close range. He wanted to get close to her and tell her that he missed her.

But he never told her...

"Well..." You Qianmo moved his mouth and scratched the ground with his feet in embarrassment, "Thank you..." Finally, he said this awkwardly and jumped onto the bed to sleep.

Musawa looked at this boy who was as awkward as himself before, and a smile appeared on his lips, and then he turned to look at the fight behind him, "You still have a mission tonight!"

Fighting made a grunting sound of dissatisfaction, and when it saw Musawa's cold gaze, it had no choice but to follow him resignedly.

Musawa drove his car and headed towards Manzhu's villa, wearing a fighting suit.

"Shh..." Mu Shahua was wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, paired with long and narrow black leather trousers of the same color, making him look like a 'night walker'.

He crouched down, put on his fighting spirit, and evaded the surveillance cameras as if he were entering his own house, and sneaked all the way downstairs to Ni Manzhu's bedroom.

He looked up at the window on the second floor and saw that the window there was open. He raised a smile on his lips and said to Dou Sha, "It seems that her habit has not changed. The old rule is that you stay behind and I will go up!"

Jiu Su reluctantly waved his tail and squatted down. Musahua took a few steps back, then ran forward and stepped on Jiu Su's back, leaping up to the window on the second floor. He grabbed the window with both hands.

The edge, then he propped himself up and flew neatly into the house.

Mu Shahua's movements were smooth and gentle. He was afraid of disturbing the people on the bed. He tiptoed to the bed. What caught his eye was still the familiar face, the face he had missed in his dreams for hundreds of years. He was standing at the head of the bed.

, staring at the sleeping face, a touch of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

After a long time, he slowly bent down, got close to her face, carefully caressed her face with his fingertips, covered the exquisite stone on his heart with one hand, and said in a tone softer than the wind, "You miss me too."

She, right?"

What was sleeping in that exquisite stone was the side of his human consciousness, but they thought that their current consciousness was the side that was driven crazy by love. In fact, they were wrong. From beginning to end, they never understood that he had never been driven mad by love.

Crazy in love, he had been disappointed and resentful towards her, but when the dust settled, he realized that no matter what emotion he was in, it was all a manifestation of his love for her.

He loved her. From the moment he had a glimpse five hundred years ago, he fell in love with her. There was no reason for love, only one word. And what about her?

His eyes fell from her cheek to her palm, he frowned, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Your hands are still so small and soft." But it happened to be like this.

The soft hand can hold his heart firmly, making him unable to struggle and only sink.[

Spreading her palm, his eyes darkened. The tiny black mole on his palm was like a needle piercing his heart, making his heart tremble slightly. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

His eyes were full of doting, "Look, after all these years, I'm still the one who knows you best."

He brushed her palm gently, "I can agree to whatever you want, and I will cooperate with you, but one thing you have to remember is that there is a time limit for such indulgence..." He leaned over her ear.

He said, "I have set a time limit for our wedding. You must resolve everything within this time limit. Otherwise, even if you are tied, I will tie you to the auditorium. My words, you

I understand…”

After placing a lingering kiss on her forehead, lips, and palms, he slowly stood up. The moonlight passed through his eyes, and the soft light floated like water, making them hazy.

Everything. He took out a bouquet of flowers from his arms and placed it in the vase on her bedside. After taking a deep look at her, he turned over and fell down.

"Let's go!" Musawa reached out and patted the fight, "It's time for us to go!"

Looking up, the morning light in the east broke away from the shackles of black and was trying its best to burst into the sky with a more dazzling light.

The early morning wind opened the thin white engraved curtains and flowed through the room. Ni Manzhu shivered. She shuddered suddenly, opened her eyes, and looked around, looking confused.

She seemed to have dreamed of him last night and came...

Her eyes fell on the bunch of violets on the bedside, and she opened her mouth in surprise. A kind of sourness came to her heart, and his words were still echoing in her ears. She lowered her head and looked at the palm of her hand, which was a touch of black.

The evil spirit, after five hundred years of slumber, slowly woke up as she woke up. The life-threatening spirit buried deep in her memory was destined to take her life, just like five hundred years ago.

Just like years ago, Yu Jian could only watch herself die in his arms. She would never forget the heavy look in his eyes that made her heartache.

She owed Yu Jian, owed him a promise and a love. In this life, she wanted to use the remaining time to make up for him.

Her eyes drifted to the bunch of violets, and then she recalled Musawa's strange and seductive actions last night. Her heart trembled, maybe he knew something!

Ni Manzhu clenched her hand with firm eyes, "No matter what you know, it will never shake my heart. In this life, I will definitely marry him..." She owed Yujian too much, a wedding, a house

Chengchi, he devoted everything he had to loving her, and she couldn't remain indifferent.
Chapter completed!