Chapter 1302 The Best Gift

Lin Mumu didn't ask Ao Haijun why he was in a bad mood, but changed the subject to talk about something else:

"Dad, the ancient street will open in three days, and many reporters are waiting to interview you. Do you want to dress up?"

"What, do you think dad is not handsome enough?" Ao Haijun put down the porcelain bowl and looked at Lin Mumu with a smile.

The bright smile on Lin Mumu's face made Ao Haijun's originally gloomy mood a little more sunny.

"No, you can do your hair again. There is no most handsome, only more handsome." Lin Mumu said flatteringly.

She was really casual in front of Ao Haijun. After she finished speaking, she ignored the old guy and was busy scooping the sago in the bowl with a spoon.

Perhaps infected by Lin Mumu, Ao Haijun also picked up his bowl and ate with her.

Well, Qiao Hui's cooking skills are really amazing, making people want to bite off their tongues.

The father and daughter ate the sago together. Lin Mumu felt that the low pressure on her father seemed to have improved a lot, so she prepared to collect the bowl and leave.

It was Ao Haijun who suddenly spoke up: "Today is the wedding anniversary of your mother and I."

Lin Mumu stopped.

"I once promised Ning'er that I would give her a gift on every wedding anniversary. Unfortunately, she can't receive it now."

"Dad." Lin Mumu sat back next to Ao Haijun and took her father's hand:

"Finding me is the best gift you can give to your mother, isn't it? I believe her spirit in heaven must be watching us."

"Yes, Ning'er, did you see it? Our daughter, she looks as beautiful as you." Ao Haijun's voice was a little choked.

Lin Mumu was not very good at comforting people, so she sat with Ao Haijun in the room for a while and listened to him talk about his past with Zhuo Ning.

Originally, Lin Mumu was thinking about finding an opportunity to persuade her father to find another one.

Although her father was almost fifty years old, he was in good health as a martial artist, without a single white hair. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, successful in his career, stable and mature.

But now, Lin Mumu suddenly felt that she was wrong. If her father wanted to find someone, he could have found one long ago. Perhaps for him, keeping that thought is more fulfilling than finding someone to replace it.

Listening to Ao Haijun recalling her mother's every bit, Lin Mumu felt that in his voice, the woman buried by the years seemed to be alive again.

When she came out of her father's room, Lin Mumu couldn't help taking a deep breath, staring at the stars in the sky, lost in thought.

Yun Ting appeared in front of her without knowing when, and her hand was held in his palm without knowing when.

It seemed that Lin Mumu's touch with Yun Ting had become an instinctive habit of the body, and as long as it was not too stimulating, it would not disturb her.

Lin Mumu came back to her senses after a long time, and couldn't help holding Yun Ting's hand tightly, and asked in a low voice: "If one day I am gone, will you marry again?"

"What do you hope?" Yun Ting threw the question back to Lin Mumu.

"You ask me? I'm just a selfish little woman, not that great, and I can't say anything to make you love someone else. Of course I hope you can remember me for the rest of your life. No, for all your lives." Lin Mumu looked up at the starry sky and spoke softly as if making a wish.

"Okay. I promise you."

"You promised, don't regret it." Lin Mumu finally smiled.

"Well, I won't regret it." Yun Ting's voice was sincere, like a promise.