C11

When Zhan Ning knocked on Mo Wenting's door again, Mo Wenting knew that she wouldn't be able to avoid a conversation in front of him.

He got off the bed with his head down and went to open the door.

Seeing a dejected rabbit, Zhan Ning could not help but smile.

Some of the words were immediately swallowed back down his throat. After pondering for a moment, Zhan Ning opened his mouth and said: "I have a courier with you, you have to sign for it."

Mo Wenting felt that it was better for him to say such words. She was stunned for a moment as she tried to recall just what kind of courier she had bought.

It seemed like he hadn't bought anything recently.

Mo Wenting touched her head in doubt, then looked at Zhan Ning and said: "Mine? "I don't remember …"

Zhan Ning took out an exquisite gift box from behind him.

Mo Wenting was startled, and quickly took it.

"Open it." Seeing Mo Wenting's confused look, Zhan Ning could not help but laugh.

Mo Wenting obediently opened it. It was a pink evening gown.

Women who do not love beautiful clothes, especially when it belongs to them.

Mo Wenting lovingly picked up the evening gown, thinking back to how she had called Zhan Ning to ask what color she liked, so it was just to give him a surprise.

To take someone else's hand is not good, but to eat someone else's mouth is not good. Mo Wenting, who had occupied both these points, did not dare to act brazenly anymore.

"Go and change it. I want to see it." Zhan Ning could immediately tell that Mo Wenting had softened her words. If he used his intoxicated voice to make such a request, no woman would reject him.

As expected, Mo Wenting obediently went to change it.

Mo Wenting who came out of the locker room was extremely beautiful. The fabric that clung to her skin outlined her beautiful curves, and made one's imagination run wild.

Zhan Ning stared at Mo Wenting for a while, his mouth carrying a smile, his eyes filled with deep emotions.

His gaze seemed to have substance, Mo Wenting's face quietly turned red.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the bedroom changed.

"Can I?" Mo Wenting wanted to open her mouth to break the current situation, stuttering.

"Of course." Zhan Ning was not stingy with his praises.

Mo Wenting did not know what to say, and could only look around, looking very mischievous.

Zhan Ning suddenly walked closer to Mo Wenting, both of his hands locked onto his wife who was still restless.

"Eh?" Mo Wenting, who was still in a daze, was suddenly hugged by Zhan Ning, who asked in a daze: "What's wrong?"

"Do you think I'm okay?" Zhan Ning softly asked as he held Mo Wenting in his arms, his chin resting on the top of Mo Wenting's head.

"Of course." Leaning on Zhan Ning's chest, Mo Wenting said as she smelled the unfamiliar yet familiar scent of the cologne.

Compared to the more than twenty years of life he lacked, Zhan Ning truly brought back too many beautiful memories.

It even made her want to walk down together with him.

However, she did not know whether this blessing was a disguise or not.

That uncertainty also kept worrying Mo Wenting.

Her heart clearly wanted to get close, but she was lonely until daybreak.

Zhan Ning hugged Mo Wenting as if he was holding a most precious treasure. Hearing Mo Wenting's words, he replied with a satisfied smile, "If that's the case, are you willing to believe me?"

Mo Wenting seemed to have understood something as she raised her head to look at in her embrace and gently said: "Zhan Ning, I …"

Zhan Ning smiled lightly: "I've heard about it from aunty. It must be those rumors."

Mo Wenting lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Zhan Ning patted Mo Wenting's head and said indifferently: "Do you think that's me?"

Mo Wenting shook her head and said seriously: "The difference between what they are saying and the you that I know is just too great, I don't think that's you, it's just that …"

I just don't know which one is the real you.

Zhan Ning nodded in understanding. "Little Cun, are you willing to believe me?"

Mo Wenting raised her head, a look of confusion in her eyes.

Zhan Ning continued to speak with an alluring tone, and said: "Are you willing to believe that the man in front of you has actually left his most gentle and beautiful side to you?"

The night was too gentle, his voice was too beautiful, and his words were too enticing.

Mo Wenting stared at the Zhan Ning in front of him in a daze as the words he had said again and again echoed in her ears.

"Why?" she murmured.

Why is that person Mo Wenting, this ordinary girl that even if she worked hard, she wouldn't be able to change into a precious one. Or was it just the girl who married him enough?

Mo Wenting had always wanted to know the answer to this question.

She would often ask herself in the middle of the night, and she would find it hard to persevere because of her doubts.

She often saw deep love in the way Zhan Ning looked at her, but she didn't know whether it was due to this or his gaze passing through her, which made her miss others.

She really wanted to know the answer, but she was most afraid of knowing the answer.

It was as if a century had passed, but in reality, it was only a short moment of attention.

"Because I saved you. Because it was you, so it's different."

Mo Wenting's heart was thumping loudly, her face was flushed red.

Not Mo Qingxin, of course it wouldn't be Mo Wenting either. His answer was Xiao Se, her new name, a unique name. It belonged solely to him and her.

Where a person begins to like another person must be to see his uniqueness first, and then to begin to attract each other.

There are many good things in this world, but the one you like must be the most special one for you.

Even though he was like the clouds, he still wanted to die.

Zhan Ning looked at his wife, who was in his embrace, and blushed red. He quickly took the opportunity to ask, "What about you, will you treat me like this as well?"

Almost immediately, Mo Wenting nodded on Zhan Ning's chest: I'm willing.

The heart of a monarch in exchange for my heart, beginning to know each other and deep memories.

In this world, only a sincere heart could exchange for a sincere heart.

Then I will try to believe you. Those rumors are just the words of someone else, the true words that belong to you. I want you to tell me from the bottom of your heart.

As if he had solved a major problem, Zhan Ning felt that the little wife in his arms had relaxed her body.

He smiled knowingly and said mockingly, "You don't need to say the wedding vows every day."

Mo Wenting buried her head deeper into the cave.

Zhan Ning laughed, his chest trembling as he quietly listened.

It should be solved, right? Zhan Ning thought.

What a stupid rabbit.

But why did he have to treat her like this?