Didn’t get a reply for a long ti, An Nan got suspicious and called out to the door again: "Little White, are you still there?"
With an unnatural expression on his face, Lin Mubai ca to his senses at An Nan’s repeated call and replied hoarsely: "I’m here, just wait a mont."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried figure walked toward the entrance door, then suddenly seed to rember sothing, turned around and rummaged through the cabinet drawer next to the door, found his wallet, and rushed out
the door to leave.
Just after leaving the house, Lin Mubai’s footsteps suddenly stopped, a sense of inexplicable disappointnt arose in his heart, her period had co, so she wasn’t pregnant.
With this complex mindset, Lin Mubai stiffly went to buy the things An Nan needed.
When she ca out of the bathroom again, she saw Lin Mubai standing at the bathroom door glaring at her, and she gave him a sheepish smile.
Actually, it’s not hard to imagine, how a handso man standing in a supermarket buying these personal items would be such a head-turner, it’s not hard to imagine even with your toe, but she had no choice.
Seeing the other party turn his head and ignore her, An Nan quickly reached out to pull the other’s arm, shaking it back and forth, sounding both as if she were acting spoiled and trying to please: "Oh co on, Little White, don’t be mad, I won’t make you buy this for again next ti."
Lin Mubai stopped, tilted his head, and rolled his eyes helplessly, once was already embarrassing enough, and there’s another ti, why not just let him die.
Later, after they got married, Young Master Lin was accustod to buying these things for his wife, and sotis, he could even give his wife appropriate advice, like which brand sells well and feels breathable and comfortable.
Rolling his eyes, Lin Mubai silently stepped away to leave.
Seeing this, An Nan quickly pulled him hard, refusing to let him leave.
"Little White, don’t ignore ."
"I’m going to the kitchen to make you brown sugar water," Lin Mubai said disgruntledly.
"Oh, is that so." An Nan happily released her hands, letting Little White go make brown sugar water for her, while she continued to follow closely behind him.
"Little White, Little White, how do you know won need to drink brown sugar water when that cos?"
Upon hearing this question, Young Master Lin, who was busy with his back to An Nan, suddenly blushed at the roots of his ears, feeling an increasingly strong sense of helplessness. Just on this evening, the number of tis he’d felt embarrassnt was simply more than in the past twenty-five years combined, and just on the way back from the supermarket, he rembered that Nannan seed to be in a lot of pain, so he called his mom without hesitation.
As soon as the call connected, he was bombarded: "Lin Mubai, how dare you call your mom, you went to the United States, gone for so many years without coming back, I finally hoped you’d return, but you, again, go missing, don’t go to the company, can’t reach by phone, what do you really want."
His majesty the mother was angry, and Lin Mubai quickly coaxed: "Mom, don’t be mad, it’s bad for aging."
No matter how much anger, a few nice words from her son would imdiately dissipate: "Hmph, dead boy, don’t think saying a few nice words will make not mad."
"Hmm um, yes, yes, it’s my fault, all my fault." Actually, aren’t you quite susceptible to this? Lin Mubai inwardly thought critically.
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