Chapter 817 The Most Beautiful Painting (1)

This is what Mu Jinchen has always been most puzzled about.

Mu Jinchen returned to Shuangcheng International with such doubts. Wushuang was also very obedient and did not quarrel with him, thinking that it must be because of Cheng Lang's troubles.

In fact, Mu Jinchen was still digesting Mu Zhilan's words. Although he had always known his life experience, he had always thought that he would not be troubled by such things. In fact, no one had ever mentioned it. He had suppressed these secrets in his heart. Today, they were pierced without warning, and a corner of his heart still felt a little uncomfortable.

Grandpa said that he was so strong that nothing could shake him. In fact, it was not true. Everyone has a black hole in their heart. He just covered it up in his own way, giving others the illusion that he was very strong. A person with flesh and blood is not made of copper and iron. How can he never be hurt?

He didn't know how long he stayed in the study, nor how many cigarettes he smoked. In short, he kept looking at the distant sky and even the last bit of afterglow was wiped out. The lights of the whole city lit up little by little, and the high-rise buildings not far away had begun to change various lighting.

The night of this city is coming soon...

Today's dinner was prepared by Wushuang herself. She didn't know how to comfort the man at home who didn't look very happy, so she had to cook by herself in the hope that he would be happier.

Knowing that he needed private space, Wushuang didn't go to the study to disturb him. While the soup was stewing in the pot, Wushuang also walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window and opened the curtains...

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the 28th and 29th floors of Shuangcheng International, the couple watched the lights of the city in almost the same posture.

At this time, Mr. Black Wolf, who jumped out from nowhere, also walked to Wushuang's feet with his big tail, looking out the window with his apricot brown eyes.

Wushuang tilted his head to look at the old friend beside him, squatted down and touched its head, "Mr. Black Wolf, this city is actually beautiful, isn't it?"

Mr. Black Wolf glanced at the hostess and lied with his eyes open. What's beautiful about the sky above your smoke and haze? Is it the hazy beauty that covers the buildings?

Mr. Black Wolf tilted his dog head, broke free from the woman's grip, and scratched the glass window with his two front paws. The cloudless blue sky and green grass in Country D are beautiful. Ignorant humans with negative aesthetic values.

For some reason, Wushuang actually understood his contemptuous look and gently patted his dog head, "Don't think I don't know you are criticizing me. You, an uneducated guy, must have never heard of that very hypocritical saying, which says that falling in love with a city is probably because there is a person you love living in it. There are so many people I love living in this city, and you, too. How can I not love it, and how can it not be beautiful? You superficial guy, do you know the definition of beauty..."

The little woman's voice was as gentle as water, and she was talking to Mr. Black Wolf seriously.

Yes, talking.

Her words just happened to fall into the ears of the man who had just stepped down the last step of the stairs without missing a word.

Under the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window were thousands of lights that had just been turned on. His little wife and his beloved pet were sitting in front of the window, talking foolishly...

Mu Jinchen had indeed seen many beautiful things in the past, and had seen countless beautiful scenes in the world. However, the scene before him was the most beautiful painting he had ever seen in his life.