Of course she was particularly reluctant to let go of it...

Even if she has no conscience...

Now, for Tang Buhua, the small house with Murong Jinyan, which was filled with many memories, was even more important than her past home.

In each period, the inner proportions of people are different.

When she was young, she was all about herself, her family, her parents.

Now... I am already an adult, for her, the important things are not only parents, but also her family, but also the people she loves.

Forget it, Murong Jinyan is now... also injured and should not go back to his home for a while.

Tang Buhua made an excuse for himself and did not move his things out of Murong Jinyan's house for the time being.

But... she was still a little nervous, not sure...

Murong Jinyan knew that if she occupied his home like this, would she be... very angry?

They were chatting with Louis Feng on the road, but Louis Feng yawned and looked really tired.

Tang Buhua greeted him and told him to go back to bed first.

Louis Feng still insisted on sending her home. Tang Buhua thought for a moment, but he nodded repeatedly by rejecting Louis Feng's kindness.

Louis Feng sent Tang Buhua to the front door and left her behind, so he didn't care much. He took the car and went back to his house directly.

Tang Buhua stood in front of the house and did not go in to find his parents.

She looked at the sky, it was so late at night...

I don't want to disturb my parents' good dreams.

Tang Buhua sat down at the 24-hour convenience store around him and ordered a box of Guandong cooked food while eating, while looking out through the floor-to-ceiling transparent windows of the convenience store.

It's already past four in the morning.

There were already people walking on the streets one after another.

She saw many people in a hurry.

They all have various characteristics...

Every person, every expression, every piece of clothing, a bag, or even a small pendant on the bag, may be... full of stories that are either strange, sweet, or sad.

Tang Buhua suddenly felt inspiration!

She bought a notebook and a fountain pen from a convenience store, and then bit the bamboo sticks cooked in Guandong and buried her head in painting.

She designed a couple's suit...

But after looking at it, I always feel that it is a little bit short.

No matter what!

Tang Buhua packed up his things and took a look at the time on his phone.

It was already six o'clock in the morning. Now I'm going back, it shouldn't be too late and I won't disturb my parents.

Tang Buhua raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It was the door opened by Tang Xiao, and it seemed that after seeing her, he breathed a little relieved.

Tang Xiao turned his face and was probably reporting to Tang Buhuai who was here.

"Little Candy is back, don't worry anymore!"

Tang Xiao walked in, and Tang Buhuai hurriedly followed.

As a result, as soon as I entered the room, I saw my parents who looked very bad and were sitting on the sofa.

"Hmm?! Daddy, Mommy?" Tang Buhua widened his eyes and looked at the two of them.

"What's wrong with you? Where did you go?! So late! I don't go home at night!" Tang Dou Dou chased Tang Buhuai and went forward without a good look.

Tang Buhua was stunned by her, and she was a little stunned.

What's going on?!!

"Mommy~~" Tang Buhua acted coquettishly.

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Chapter completed!