Cheng, I love you

The surrounding lights illuminated the villa in front of them, making it look very dreamy, like a dream.

Shen chengjing walked inside, and the wind blew her skirt. Mo Yancheng held her hand, but he was one step ahead of her, as if he was leading the way for her.

"If mommy was here, she would definitely love it." Shen chengjing said in a low voice.

How could he not like it after such careful preparation? She could almost imagine how Elder Gong had done everything he could to create the best for his daughter.

Elder Gong used to be strict with his daughter, but he kept his love to himself and didn't say it out loud until he was old.

"Now, as long as Cheng likes it, it's fine." Mo Yancheng said in a low voice.

His mother was very important to him, but even though those memories were imprinted in his mind, she had already passed away. He was a rational man. He believed that cherishing the people in front of him was the most important thing!