Chapter 1289 Heart to Heart (1)

He must honestly admit that the original Cheng Lan was actually kind-hearted and a bit cowardly. She did not dare to face her true self or Mu Jinchen. Her life was a blue life and she was always in a melancholy state.

He inhaled the nicotine fiercely and slowly exhaled the smoke ring. The smile on his handsome and elegant face was very gentle. In fact, Cheng Lan, who was so clear about love and hate and thought about herself, was even more reassuring. At least, she would survive. You have to be more self-disciplined, and even if you are angry, you will not be sad so easily.

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 and could not recover.

The palace where Jing Beitang lives is not far from the palace, only twenty minutes away. Maybe Mu Jinchen had already told Wu Shuang that Wu Shuang would be back today, and Uncle Fu had been waiting at the gate early, pacing back and forth. Step, with an anxious look on his face.

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

Uncle Fu smiled brightly when he saw Wushuang coming over, "It doesn't matter, sunbathing can also enhance calcium absorption. Miss, my uncle called me a long time ago to say that she has gone out. If she won't come back in a few minutes, I have to We sent people out to look for it.”

Wushuang sighed softly, but Cheng Lan blocked the door. He didn't tell Uncle Fu, "What are my parents going to do these two days?"

"The young master and his wife went to the art gallery yesterday. I heard that my wife liked it very much. They were a little lingering there. They came back very late. This morning they went to the market to buy ingredients in person. They were afraid that Miss Wushuang would not be used to the food from this R country. Something, the young master should be still busy in the kitchen right now.”

At this point, Uncle Fu frowned and then said, "Sir, you looked very worried after you came back from the palace. Miss, will there be any problem with my uncle?"

Wushuang felt warm in her heart. With such a family, Wushuang felt very happy and lucky.

"Don't worry, Uncle Fu, he can handle it."

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

While talking, he had already arrived in the living room.

On the table in the side hall, Xia Muxue, who was wearing glasses, was comparing several things like drawings to each other. There were also rulers, erasers, pencils, charcoals... various painting tools on hand. I don’t know what is being drawn.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Wushuang said, looked around, but saw no one else, and asked, "Where are grandpa, dad and mother?"

Xia Muxue was still wearing an elegant and simple cheongsam. When she saw Wushuang coming over, the smile on her face became more obvious.

Every time I see Xia Muxue and Mu Zhilan, Wushuang will feel that for women to have such indifference and elegance at their age is the best gift that time has given them. Her mothers are beautiful.

"Your dad is busy in the kitchen, but your grandpa went out early in the morning, saying he was going to a meeting. Zhilan is not in good spirits. She probably didn't have a good rest. After breakfast, I asked her to go up and rest."

Wushuang nodded, looked down at the drawing paper on the table, and asked, "What is mom drawing?"

Xia Muxue took off her glasses and pinched her painful eyebrows before replying, "I went to the art gallery with your dad yesterday. I thought it was pretty good. I just started to doodle when I felt itchy. It wasn't a good work."