Chapter 215 Mu Mansion (5)

Wushuang always felt that something was wrong when she heard it. Shouldn't Mu Jinchen discuss it with her parents Gaotang if she wanted to get married? Why did she feel that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not harmonious between herself and Mu Zhilan?

Mu Zhilan glanced at Wushuang's expression, and then slowly said, "Oh, Wushuang, you may not know that Chen'er was brought up by me since she was a child, and she has a relatively dull personality. Her mother died early, and the communication with her father is not counted. Many, you can also see the situation in the family, it can be said that the yang is prosperous and the yin is declining, I am the only woman in the family of four generations, and I am also responsible for all the trivial matters in the family, so Chen'er is still close to me."

After Mu Zhilan's words, Wushuang remembered the situation of the Mu family. Wu Ma had told her that the elder sister was like a mother. Then there is a little more respect.

"Mr. Mu respects his sister very much. This time it happened suddenly. In short, don't blame him. It's all my fault."

Mu Zhilan patted the back of Wushuang's hand lightly, "Wu Shuang, don't get me wrong, I really don't mean to blame you when I tell you this. I feel very relieved that you can say that and defend him like this."

As he said, he tightened the cloak on his body, looked up at the kapok that was in full bloom, and smiled at Wushuang, "Wushuang, Chen'er liked this kapok tree the most when he was young. , Dad was very strict with his discipline, he was very stubborn, and he refused to admit his mistakes when he thought it was right. When he got angry, he ran here and stayed under the tree without saying a word, so I can always stay here What a silly boy to find him."

Between the words, those gentle eyes revealed endless nostalgia. With such a motherly brilliance, Wushuang believes that Mu Zhilan's love for Mu Jinchen must be no less than her own children.

"With a sister like you, Mr. Mu must be very happy."

Hearing this, Mu Zhilan lowered his eyes, suppressing the loneliness hidden deep in his eyes, "There are some things that no one can replace."

After saying this softly, he quickly returned to normal, "I hope Wushuang is also his unique happiness, so I can rest assured."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wushuang always felt that when Mu Zhilan said this, there was a vague sadness between his brows.

Maybe it's because Mu Zhilan's demeanor is also a little melancholy, but it just passed by and he didn't take it to heart.

The two talked all the way, and arrived at the villa in a short while. A flash of surprise flashed in Wushuang's eyes. Some couldn't believe that there was such a gorgeously decorated house hidden in such a classical courtyard. Can't see it.

It is a typical European medieval aristocratic style, combined with Chinese ancient style, even a simple decoration reveals noble luxury, but it does not create a sense of distance, and it feels quite comfortable and enjoyable to be in it.

Mu Jinchen's house vaguely had this feeling, but it was too simple, and he didn't place almost any unnecessary items.

"The owner who designed this house has too much taste." The high roof, magnificent lighting, luxurious but restrained, is a very thick and unobtrusive aristocratic style.

"Even a small decoration is so ingenious." Wu Shuang brushed the nearest decoration with his hand, sincerely praised.