Chapter 30 Can't Rob Me (1)

"Look at my memory, you just came back and you've been busy all day, so you must be exhausted, go up and take a shower, have a good sleep, and talk about what's going on tomorrow." Mu Zhilan confessed again, "Your room The heating in the room is on, pay attention to the temperature of the water when taking a shower, don't freeze it, good night."

"I know, good night."

After Mu Jinchen finished saying good night, she put her hand on Aunt Rong's arm before going to the room to rest.

Mu Jinchen was still jet-lagged, this would be the time when he was energetic, and he would not be able to sleep, but otherwise, his sister would talk to him with his eyelids open.

He lay lazily on the edge of the sofa with his arms folded, his head leaned back, the yellowish light refracted on the ornately designed crystal lamp above his head, very beautiful.

He looked around. Every brick and tile in this house was written by his sister. The crystal lamp on her head was designed by an artist who went to Italy and found a factory to order. It is all handmade and is the only one in the world. This one. Here in the new district, everything from the decoration to the dining table to a small decoration is unique in the world. Sometimes he wonders how much a woman loves this home to be able to do so with all her heart.

He seldom goes to the old area now, it is a century-old heritage, every plant and every tree is passed down, it is antique, his father never let people touch it, his father often said that it carries too much of him and his mother Memory, plants and trees have feelings, he thought again, if a man loves a woman more, he will not let others touch every plant and tree in his memory more than thirty years after her death.

Mu Jinchen lit a cigarette and let the taste of nicotine slowly smear on the tip of his tongue. Nicotine is really a good thing, especially in the middle of the night.

He sucked it slowly, letting the smell of nicotine spread to his limbs. The whole old house was full of love, but why couldn't he fall in love?

"Uncle, are you back?" Mu Yuhao fell asleep and came down from the stairs. He couldn't help but be surprised that at this time, uncle actually appeared in the living room.

"Well, still not asleep?"

Mu Yuhao stretched his waist, "I was just woken up by the message, so I stopped by to drink some water."

Mu Jinchen didn't answer, he half-closed his eyes and smoked, Mu Yuhao thought to himself, he had never seen a man more attractive than his uncle, especially the way he smoked, with a little red from his fingertips to his thin lips, puffing softly Circle, under the dim warm light, lingering in the smoke, full of charm.

"One?" Mu Jinchen threw the cigarette case in front of him, missing his transition from a boy to a man by a few years, he was not sure if he smoked or not.

Mu Yuhao shook his head, "I don't smoke, but uncle, you look so handsome when you smoke."

Mu Jinchen slightly hooked his thin lips. Although it was a generation away, he was only eight years older than Mu Yuhao, and the conversation between the two was relatively casual.

Mu Yuhao has grown up from being poorly fed to the Yingwei man who is only two centimeters shorter than him. It can be said that he watched him grow up. He loves this pure nephew very much. It's just that he went abroad for a few years and missed some of him. growth process.

Mu Yuhao took the cup, took a sip of water, and murmured, "I don't know if she was frightened today. She sent a message so late to ask for leave tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. This has never happened before. matter." It seemed to be speaking to Mu Jinchen, but it also seemed to be talking to himself.