Mu Wanying will be very serious this time.

"This is my attitude towards our relationship and the trajectory of my life."

This is her heartfelt voice, this is her lovely confession that completely blends with the soul of the fight.

"I'm the same as your plan. If I can get the certificate now, I'll get it now."

Tang Dou sighed in his heart that he had never had such a deep and serious conversation with Nizi in his previous ten years. Tang Dou grabbed Mu Wanying's hand and responded to her affectionately:

"Wanying, I love you is not an impulse, not a purpose for the sake of getting it. I really want to give you happiness and really want to protect you. Just like a love letter I have written to you. Ten thousand years is too long, day and night is too short. I only hope to live up to my youth in this life, live up to our encounter, and live up to your deep affection. After understanding my true pursuit in my heart last year, I will no longer pursue you. I am worried that you will force me, so I will give you enough time to think about it."

Tang Dou's three-inch tongue said that the last six months of flying the Nizi kite in confusion last year was like this.

"Dou Dou," Mu Wanying cried accidentally, wiped the corners of her eyes and sobbed, "It's really touching."

This is the most sincere and touching love words she has ever heard. Those words on TV that love you for a thousand years and ten thousand years, three lives, eternal life, eternal life, and rotten rocks. Compared with the words of bad fighting, it is really fake.

"Your mother thought I bullied you after crying."

Tang Dou wiped Nizi's tears.

"Shake my hair."

Mu Wanying stood under the shower and rushed to her hair, stretching her neck towards Tang Dou.

"Honey, wash your fragrance." Tang Dou squeezed shampoo and rubbed Nizi's hair, adding: "But it's nothing to joke about. I won't take it seriously if you break up."

"No, I will take some jokes seriously if I make too many jokes. If one person is angry and the other party says I want to break up with you and I want to divorce you, the other person will be fine. It's long since you've been impatient and then angry with each other, it may be a real separation. My mother, a colleague's child, is like this, and she will leave after she gets angry at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Mu Wanying punched Tang Doudao with a small fist.

"I'm fine. Anyway, you're always kidding this, I've never."

After purging Nizi's head, Tang Dou squeezed the shower gel to apply it to her.

"It's just opened once, it won't be done later."

Mu Wanying breathed a sigh of relief:

"I think that falling in love is not a gambling look for a suitable person. You should first have a deeper understanding of your friendship and then decide whether to talk or not. If you choose to talk, then the two should be tolerant and change each other and change it, instead of breaking up after talking and feeling that it is not suitable for you. This is my view of love and love."

"So I've been changing myself since I'm with you."

Mu Wanying added.

"I haven't seen any changes in you."

Tang Dou's weak Tao.

"Doudou, are you serious about this? Isn't my change obvious enough?"

Mu Wanying was unhappy when she heard this, grabbed Tang Dou's arm and said:

"According to my original principle, living together is after marriage, at least you have to get engaged. However, after understanding your boys' worries, I changed my principles and restrained my temper. After accidentally winning the lottery, I was even willing to give up my studies,"

"Not serious," Tang Dou hugged Nizi's female body, "My mouth suddenly cramped."

"You can eat random food, but you can't talk randomly. I'll sew it on you if your mouth cramps in the future."

Mu Wanying pushed away the baitou and twitched his mouth.

Tang Dou didn't dare to say anything, and based on his conscience, Nizi has indeed changed a lot in the past six months.

Mu Wanying rubbed the two Dabais with shower gel bubbles, and put them together like pinching a balloon. Her hands were obviously softer, so why didn't it feel as good as a bait?

Nizi's move was so funny that she couldn't stand Tang Doule. After washing her hair, she washed her little sister Mu Wanying.

Mu Wanying doesn’t need it, let the bad dou wash the more you wash it.

"You are not simple in your head, but think about it."

Tang Dou said with a smile.

"This is sensitivity," Mu Wanying cut and rubbed the little Douzi's dates, "You are simply not honest so quickly."

"I'm always unfair. When did I say I'm simple?"

Tang Dou didn't care at all.

Mu Wanying said: "You said you will not be confused when you sit in your arms, and there are also leaves in the flowers that will not touch your body."

"That's when are you passing by with someone else and you? Well, fairy, take my husband's blow."

Tang Dou slapped Nizi and her sister with a stick.

It's really like Ruyi's golden cudgel. Mu Wanying hummed disdainfully, "Be careful that my Vajra Circle has put your golden cudgel."

"Come on."

As the scared Tang Dou, he has never been afraid of anyone.

"Geese, don't make trouble. Go out to eat after washing, I'm almost starving to death."

Mu Wanying covered her mouth and was reluctant to take a step back.

"Be careful that my mom beats you with a rolling pin."

Mu Wanying grabbed a shower gel and Momo to Xiao Douzi. As long as Bad Dou is honest and at ease outside, it will be fine if he bullies him at home. It is not called lust or pampering to bully someone attentively.

“…”

Feng Qinglan was curious and listened to it outside for a while.

The young people are still rich in life. When they were young, they were shy and dark. The Golden Cudgel was in the King Kong circle. I hope my daughter can save Tang Doudou, the stinky brat. Now it seems that her daughter was surrendered.

"When did you buy it for me?"

After washing the dates, Tang Dou took the white striped vest and peacock blue mid-sized pants that Nizi bought for him.

"Last week, did you like it?"

Mu Wanying smiled and brought her pink cotton dress.

Tang Dou said: "Of course you like it if you bought it."

"The newly bought tastes good, my mother has washed it for you."

Mu Wanying thought in her heart that her mother was too careful, which made her very proud in the face of bad fights.

After changing his clothes, Tang Dou and Mu Wanying went out for dinner.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Feng Qinglan walked away calmly.

The rice cooked by the teacher's wife was very rich. There were almost no green peppers, sweet and sour tenderloin, Mapo tofu, corn rib soup, and a fruit plate with watermelon, lychees, and strawberries in the fruit plate. It was very fresh just taken out of the refrigerator.

"So much, mom, you can eat too."

Mu Wanying first pinched a strawberry and ate it.

"I'm not hungry, you two are delicious."

Feng Qinglan went to the bathroom to clean up, picked up the mistress on the cover of the washing machine and prepared to wash it.

The one Mu Wanying wore back had a big "get out" character behind it.

Looking at this word, Feng Qinglan didn't know a few meanings and felt offended. However, she was a math teacher and good at reasoning. When she reacted, she thought that the answer was probably on Tang Doudou, but she couldn't find Tang Dou's inner treasury.

The inner warehouse can wear the mood, and young people are really good at playing.

Feng Qinglan shook her head and turned up the washing basin to collect water.

"My mother cooks delicious food and your mother cooks delicious food?"

Mu Wanying looked at the bad fight with relish.

"Your mother made delicious." Tang Dou asked back: "What is your mother made delicious or what I made delicious?"

This really caught Mu Wanying's question. My mother said that she must be delicious when she said that she was in front of her. Of course, she had to answer from the heart that her mother cooked was very homely. It was delicious. But after so many years, she couldn't make special features and tricks. She cooked in a variety of ways, and he could also make different styles and flavors for the same dish.

To put it simply.

My mother is unrestrained in cooking.

Bad Dou usually reads the posts of food bloggers and keeps pace with the times.

For example, milk.

My mother just boiled it with sugar or not, and Mu Wanying had been drinking it for more than ten years and couldn't describe it.

The milk, red date milk, raisin pudding milk, strawberry ice milk, watermelon ice milk, and breakfast milk every day without repetition.

For example, steamed rice.

My mother remains unchanged, at most she adds some corn.

Steamed rice with some beer or baking powder, the taste is really different when steamed.

To be honest, the rice cooked by Bai Dou is delicious.

"When will I go to my house?"

Tang Douba stumbled on the rice.

"Today is Tuesday, Saturday."
To be continued...