Rebirth of Sweet Love: Master Mu Chases His Wife to the Crematorium

Chapter 358 My Future Must Have You
Something like a key was raised in the man's hand, and Mu Shihan lured the girl to rush towards him like teasing a puppy.

In fact, Luo Wanning did the same.

The two chased in circles in this small space, as if dancing an elegant waltz under the moonlight.

It's a pity that the girl couldn't use her luxurious dress, and finally stepped on the hem of the skirt and staggered.
When his face was about to hit the ground, the uncle of a certain hero who rescued the beauty pulled him back, but his body was not stable, and he acted as a cushion for human flesh.

Mu Shihan was pressed under him, his eyes as clear as spring water stared at him like a frightened little white rabbit.

"Wanwan, don't make trouble, let's talk, huh?" His voice was slightly hoarse.

The girl didn't move, but her eyes were attracted by other things, and the expression on her face changed from angry to a little heartache.

"Wanwan, what's the matter?"

Luo Wanning struggled to get up, ran to the broken vase, picked up a fragment and looked at it in her hand. It was printed in seal script with three lines and six characters—made in XX in the Qing Dynasty.

"Mu Shihan, is this a fake?"

Sitting on the floor, Mu Shihan roughly ripped at his neckline all night, his eyes blew towards the girl squatting on the ground like a gust of northwest wind.

"Luo Wanning, is it so difficult for me to have a good chat with you? Or am I really not as good as these broken bottles in your eyes?"

"Broken bottles and cans? So this is a fake, right?" Luo Wanning asked, holding up the tile.

"I don't know, it cost tens of millions to buy at Mu's Auction House!"

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Later, when Luo Wanning discovered that the items on the wall-covered cabinets were all antiques from Mu's Auction House, she finally didn't dare to make any big moves.

Mu Shihan sat down on the golden nanmu sofa at the side, and raised his chin towards the girl.

"sit down."

Being imprisoned has become a fact, Luo Wanning had no choice but to sit down obediently, sitting upright like a primary school student in class.

"You, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Luo Wanning, what do you want me to do to come back?"

There was a little helplessness in the man's tone, and his calm eyes fixed on the girl beside him, his expression seemed to be delving into a century-old problem that he couldn't figure out.

Luo Wanning curled her lips, "Are you telling the truth?"

The man nodded, "Of course."

"I haven't deliberately planned my future, but as far as the current plan is concerned, there is no you in my future!"

As her final note fell, Mu Shihan fixed his gaze on her and said, "But I must have you in my future!"

After a brief hesitation, he didn't give the girl a chance to speak, but continued to truthfully tell her about his original plan for today.

He said: "The flowers and cake you received at the reception were originally for me to propose to you."

Luo Wanning was so frightened by his words that she stood up, "What?"

"Proposal."

"What are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding."

Mu Shihan also stood up, gently cupped the girl's sluggish face with his hands, and said word by word: "Luo Wanning, I want to marry you! Let everyone know that you are Mrs. Mu!"

"It's late, Mu Shihan, really, if I heard this sentence five years ago, I might even wake up laughing in my dreams, but now I hear such words, I don't seem to feel anything at all!"

Luo Wanning didn't lie, because she herself was surprised.

After hearing these words, the heart that was still beating wildly became calm instead.

She pushed the other person's hand away from her face and whispered: "Have you heard of it? Feelings are like a glass of warm water. If you don't drink it within the first 10 minutes, it will be cold. In the same way, a sincere heart, If you don't respond within the time she expects, she will be cold."

Mu Shihan raised his lips and smiled, and a fleeting brilliance flashed in his deep eyes.

He forcefully pulled the girl into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair and spoke softly.

"I can continue to heat the water to a boil."

(End of this chapter)