Chapter 89 Mr. Mu Is Much Older than Me

The corner of Mu Jinchen's mouth curled up, and he touched her small cup, "It's a pleasant cooperation, I may change my name to you Wushuang in the future, do you mind?"

The teacup that Wushuang put on his lips stopped, and the word "Wushuang" overflowed from his lips, which seemed to be a bit lingering.

Then he smiled, "I don't mind, it's just a title."

Mu Jinchen nodded, "If you don't mind, you can call me by my name directly."

Wushuang hastily put down the teacup and waved his small hands, "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. Mr. Mu is much older than me, so I think we should call him..." Wushuang thought for a while, "Let's call him Mr. Mu."

Qidong said that he prefers to be called Mr. Mu. She called him Mr. Mu for a while, but sometimes she couldn't change her words, and blurted out "Mr. Mu" from time to time.

Mr. Mu is much older than me...

Mu Jinchen seemed to see a small arrow shooting directly into his heart. He had never cared about his age, no matter twenty years old, three years old, or forty years old, the years to him were just like annual rings. Every year there is just one more number, it is his best years.

But now, the girl in front of her thinks that he is much older than her.

The distance of seven years is nothing to many people. However, he is a precocious person who matured earlier than his peers since he was a child. He didn't know if the little girl in front of him would be willing to accept such a small gap. step over.

or……

Mr. Mu...

She has called many times before.

Why does the same name have a different feeling when she calls it out of her mouth.

Her voice is a bit sweet, but it's not that greasy feeling. Instead, the ending will be a little longer, giving it a vaguely charming feeling.

Or, she could always call him Mr. Mu, and he, Mr. Mu, who was much older than her, would lead her across this gap.

Mu Jinchen hooked the corners of his lips, took a sip of tea before slowly opening his mouth and said, "Wu Shuang, in fact, Mr. Mu is only six or seven years older than you, not much older than you."

After leaving such a sentence, he went to play with those tea sets again.

Wushuang's face turned red with a "swipe". She didn't mean that he was old. To be honest, no matter how old she was, she had never seen a man more attractive than him.

It's just that in her subconscious mind, she is of the same generation as Mu Yuhao, and he is of the same generation as Mu Yuhao. From the perspective of grandpa, he should also be of the same generation as her uncle. That's why she has the illusion that she is much older than her. , and such impolite words just blurted out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that." Wushuang blushed, but didn't know how to explain.

"Actually, Mr. Mu is good-looking, personable, and very charming. He definitely doesn't show his age, really." Wu Shuang tried to save him, and the more he said, the more his face turned red.

After the girl finished speaking, Mu Jinchen laughed out loud, this little girl is really lovely.

"Okay, no need to explain. My age is just a number. I never mind it, but you must not put me in the position of an elder. There is no such relationship between us." About this One point he had to correct.

Wushuang stretched out her light white hand and waved it again, "No, no."

Mu Jinchen nodded, poured some tea for each other, stopped talking about the topic just now, and switched to other elegant anecdotes that fit the occasion.

This little episode finally came to an end.

Babies, don’t forget the tickets in your hands, okay?