Long Tianlin sat silently on the sofa. He always thought that Long Haoyuan's incident was an accident, not some legendary curse. And he himself did not believe in any curse at all. If the woman he was destined to be was not

The first time, as long as Long Tianlin decides to love her, what does it matter if it's not the first time? On the contrary, if it's a woman he doesn't love, no matter how pure he is, what can he do if he doesn't touch her?

Long Tianlin also got up and returned to the room.

When you first enter the room, there is a small bar counter with a variety of wine bottles. Any bottle is a priceless collection.

Sitting on the high chair next to the bar, Long Tianlin poured himself a glass of red wine. He turned the glass gently, and the dark red liquid hung gently on the sliding wall of the glass.

Take a light peck, and the sour and astringent taste fills your entire mouth, but the taste immediately becomes mellow and long-lasting.

Long Tianlin looked at the red wine in the glass, thinking about what his family had just said, and suddenly thought of the heavily made-up face from ten years ago.

"Eighty or nine years old?" I remembered that the little boy Long Tianqi mentioned looked eighty or nine years old. Could it be that he was really of the libertine type like me?

"That night must have been the girl's first time!" Long Tianlin remembered the red color on the white sheets when he woke up. However, Long Tianlin couldn't understand why the girl woke up the next day.

After arriving, I did not hold myself accountable, but instead took a lot of photos.

If the little boy Long Tianqi saw today was really the seed left behind by that night ten years ago, then why didn't the girl ask herself to take responsibility? Did she doubt her ability to take responsibility?

One question after another bounced around in Long Tianlin's mind, which made Long Tianlin's head hurt. Finally, Long Tianlin gave up thinking about that night ten years ago, and the girl who made him lose control ten years ago.

Son.

"If we are destined, God will definitely arrange for us to meet again."

After successfully signing the contract, Mushu learned that Ming Xiaoxiao would be cooking tonight, so she offered to pick him up from the supermarket, and then let him stay at Ming Ruolan's house, successfully enjoying the meal.

When talking about Ming Xiaoxiao's cooking skills, Mushu admitted that it is impossible for chefs in ordinary restaurants to have Ming Xiaoxiao's skills.

I don’t know how long Ming Xiaoxiao’s little head is. Not to mention his IQ of 300, he cracked the FBI’s security network when he was six years old, almost attracting an FBI investigation. As for computers,

It was simply a toy in his hand. There were only things he didn't want to check, and there was nothing he couldn't find.

Not only that, when he was only four years old, Ming Xiaoxiao was already cooking in the kitchen on the bench. He could make any dish that he had seen once. And the taste was very good. After eating it, Mu Shu was very happy.

I made an international call with Ming Xiaoxiao and agreed on what to eat when I went to see him next time.

Thanks to Ming Xiaoxiao's skills, he was able to avoid Ming Ruolan's abuse since childhood. In the kitchen, Ming Ruolan was a fool and an idiot, and sometimes he couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar.

Mushu often wonders whether Ming Xiaoxiao's cooking skills were forced out of her by Ming Ruolan's cooking skills.
Chapter completed!