My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1289 Heart to Heart (1)

He must honestly admit that the original Cheng Lan was actually kind and cowardly, she did not dare to face her true self, she did not dare to face Mu Jinchen, her life was a blues life, always in a melancholy state.

He inhaled nicotine fiercely and slowly exhaled the smoke ring. On Junyi's elegant face, the smile was very gentle. In fact, Cheng Lan, who is so clear in love and hate, is more reassuring for her own sake. At least, she will live. You have to be more self-willed, even if you are angry, you will not be so sad.

After a long time, he smiled slowly again, in fact, he would rather see Cheng Lan like this.

Wushuang was still immersed in Cheng Lan's transformation along the way, unable to return to his senses.

The palace where Jing Beitang lives is not far from the palace, it is only a short walk of twenty minutes. Xu Shi Mu Jinchen has already told Wushuang that Wushuang will be back today. Uncle Fu waited at the gate early and walked back and forth. Step, anxious.

"Fu Bo, you don't have to wait here on such a hot day."

Uncle Fu smiled when Wushuang came over, “It’s okay, the sun can also enhance calcium absorption, but it’s the lady. My uncle has already called and said that the lady is out, and the lady won’t come in a few minutes. Send someone out to find it."

Wushuang sighed slightly, wasn't it just that Cheng Lan was blocking the door, and he didn't tell Fu Bo, "What are my parents doing these two days?"

"Young Master and Madam went to the art gallery yesterday. I heard that Madam likes it very much. They both missed it. They came back very late. This morning, they went to the market to buy ingredients in person, fearing that Miss Wushuang would not be used to this R country. Things, Master should still be busy in the kitchen this time."

Having said this, Uncle Fu frowned and said again, "It's the master, the game looks worried after coming back from the palace, miss, there is nothing wrong with my uncle, right?"

Wushuang felt warm in his heart. With such a family, Wushuang felt that he was very happy and lucky.

"Fu Bo don't worry, he can handle it."

Uncle Fu nodded affirmatively, "Uncle is so capable, that's natural."

During the talk, he has arrived in the living room.

On the table in the side room, Cha Muxie with glasses is holding several things like drawings and comparing it to the left and right. There are also rulers, erasers, pencils, charcoal...all kinds of drawing tools on hand. I don't know what I am painting.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Wushuang said, looked around, but no one else was seen, and asked, "Where are Grandpa, Dad and Mother?"

Xia Muxue was still wearing an elegant and concise cheongsam. When Wushuang came over, the smile on her face became more obvious.

Every time I see Xia Muxue and Mu Zhilan, Wushuang will feel that when a woman reaches their age, being able to have such indifference and elegance is already the best gift time has given them. Her mothers are beautiful.

"Your father is busy in the kitchen, so your grandfather went out early in the morning and said he was going to a meeting. Zhilan was not very energetic. Maybe he didn't rest well. After breakfast, I let her go to rest."

Wushuang nodded, looked down at the drawing paper on the desktop, and asked, "What is mother painting?"

Xia Muxue took off her glasses and pinched her aching eyebrows before she replied, "I went to the Art Gallery with your father yesterday. I thought it was pretty good there. She just itched for a while and just graffiti. It's not a masterpiece."

(End of this chapter)