I Am The Sister-in-Law of The Male Owner (MTL) [COMPLETED]

75. Stealing Kisses

After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, he quickly went to see the other forums, yes, that's all. Even if there is no logo, the things in your home can be recognized inexplicably.

Mu Mingtang's eyes were hot and suddenly he wanted to cry. Xie Xuanchen walked to her and saw her eyes suddenly red, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Mu Mingtang shook his head and was speechless. She wiped her tears down and asked with a nasal voice: "How did you find it?"

"I want to find it, and I can find it naturally." Xie Xuanchen said softly, "Although Xiangyang was hit by war, but the wine was buried in the ground, but it escaped. Afterwards, your house was occupied by other people. They didn't know that there was wine underground. , So it has been kept in good order. After I sent someone to find it, I rushed to Beijing."

Xie Xuanchen finished, and casually added: "Naturally, the people who have invaded your house have been driven away. I bought the house again and settled in your name. It is still being renovated in the past few days, waiting to be repaired. , When do you want to go back, I will accompany you to see Xiangyang."

Mu Mingtang wanted to cry again. She wiped away the tears on her eyelashes and took a deep breath. The urn said: "Thank you."

Xie Xuanchen reached out and touched the top of her head, and said, "Thank you for telling me. What's the matter, don't cry."

Xie Xuanchen wanted to divert her attention, deliberately said: "You count, how many altars does this have?"

Mu Mingtang was taken away by Xie Xuanchen's words. She counted it carefully and was surprised: "Seventeen altars? How is it possible that my father and mother only buried me in the twelve altars, and counted our afternoons, but only the thirteen altars. How could there be seventeen altars?"

Mu Mingtang turned to look at Xie Xuanchen: "You did it? But I am only sixteen years old this year, why should I bury the seventeen altars?"

Hearing this question, Xie Xuanchen sighed slightly. Although he didn't speak, Mu Mingtang looked at his performance and remembered it.

Yes, she seemed to have said to Xie Xuanchen that her father and mother buried her a jar of wine every birthday. Her father also said that she would be buried at least in the 17th jar before she was allowed to marry.

It turned out that this was the case.

Mu Mingtang was really convinced, Xie Xuanchen looked at everything regardless of the rough life, in fact, his heart was so delicate. She couldn't remember it by herself, but Xie Xuanchen could notice it.

Mu Mingtang sighed, but Xie Xuanchen's positioning has always been a great person. She was embarrassed to show this kind of thought in the face of Xie Xuanchen, so she had to change directions and ask, "What are the other altars?"

Xie Xuanchen showed a serious thinking look, thoughtfully: "Maybe it is water."

Mu Mingtang glared at him: "I'm asking you about the business, I'm not kidding you."

"It's really water." Xie Xuanchen also looked at Mu Mingtang frankly and said, "You don't believe it, try it out, maybe you can just drink water."

Mu Mingtang was suspicious, she felt that no one would ever do such a boring thing, but thinking about it, Xie Xuanchen could really do such a thing. She stared at him suspiciously for a long while, and then found a few more jars of wine and picked one to open.

Xie Xuanchen was surprised and asked, "How do you know which altars?"

"Of course the things at home can be recognized." Mu Mingtang pointed to the wine on the ground and said, "This is the wine we buried together this afternoon. These were prepared by my parents for me. Naturally, you have prepared it."