Mianmian, let's get married!

He lowered his head and saw Ji Mianmian sleeping soundly on his chest.

Only then did he know that he wasn't dreaming. He had really returned.

How many days had he almost given up when he woke up in the cold room and the cold bed?

Now, he could finally hug her to sleep and wake her up like in his dream. She would be there at dawn and at night.

Murong Mian lowered her head and gently kissed her on the forehead.

He didn't want to move. All his scenes were in the afternoon, so he didn't have to rush. He reached out for his phone and pressed the power button.

After the phone was turned on, Murong Mian's phone received dozens of missed calls and messages from both miss mai and Yan qingsi.

Murong Mian was confused. Why were there so many missed calls? what was going on?

He opened the message, and the more he read, the darker his face became.