Wen Shan, who wakes up in the middle of the night and is asked such a question by Nalan Chunbo, can't sleep now. She is dragged into her arms and patted by Nalan Chunbo with her eyes closed.

Wenshan in order not to disturb his rest, has been staring until dawn, inexplicably irritable.

Things may be bad recently, that's why she's so upset.

However, the new day is coming, she still has to deal with what will happen next.

But Wentao told her to call her mother early in the morning, because she was worried that she didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night.

Wenshan takes Nalan Chunbo's mobile phone and calls her mother to explain her current situation. Wenshan's mother is also a reasonable person. She is very happy to know that her daughter is in trouble now, and there is someone to take care of her.

"When you're done, take him home." Mother Wen asked.

Wenshan looks up at the man who is preparing breakfast. This man is so good.

"Ah, OK," Wenshan said, "take him home the day after tomorrow."

The man who heard this sentence looked back at the woman sitting in the living room, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily raised up. He felt that he was going to be confirmed.

"Well, if you're OK, mom can rest assured. I didn't fall asleep last night because I was worried about you." Mother Wen said, "besides, you are not allowed to buy things tomorrow. Every time you look at your things on double 11, it's useless. What do you buy for? Little Shanshan, I'll tell you, you give me --"

"Ah - I know, I know, I don't have a mobile phone to buy anything, so mom, if it's OK, I'll hang up first." Wen Shan called, quickly hung up the phone, and then looked down at his hand computer, the page is a treasure.

There's no cell phone, there's a computer, right?

After Wenshan hung up, she jumped into the kitchen and returned her cell phone to her. "My mother said that I won't buy anything tomorrow."

Nalan Chunbo made the soy milk, then handed it to her, motioned her to take it out, and then went out with pickles and cakes.

Nalan Chunbo put down his plate and sat down opposite her. "You can buy it. I've chosen a new house. Let's go and have a look today. Then you can buy anything you lack."

"The new house has been bought?" Wenshan screamed, and suddenly thought that one night when she was too tired to open her eyes, he signed an agreement with his hand.

Wenshan is shocked. Is the house written with her name!

But obviously it's true.

Happy little bubbles came up again. Wenshan couldn't suppress them. She could only smile foolishly.

Nalan Chunbo reached out and touched her head, "you can buy what you like and send it directly to your home, so it won't be found by your mother."

"But you feel like you've got it." Wenshan said, stubborn about his nose, just a little happy now also disappeared.

"That's good. I'm your gold Lord. I won't be angry with you in the future, so I'll make money." Nalan Chunbo said with a smile.

In fact, he didn't think so much about buying a house. He always felt that only by writing her name could he prove that she belonged to him.

Wenshan's mouth was slightly puffed, and Nalan's father was sure to settle the accounts.

And she couldn't refute it.

"Have a meal. After dinner, go and see the house." Nalan Chunbo said, motioning her to eat quickly.