Chapter 152: The Eight Calves of the King
"Boss, boss, milk me, milk me. β
"Interrupt the Rain Master's treatment. β
", you dare to beat your father and me like this. β
"Good grandson zei, it's good to go. β
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I have to say that the handle is the same as what is written on his information, it is a chatter.
Ten minutes later, a celebratory system voice came from Mu Xueran's mobile phone: "Victory." β
Sure enough, playing games with professional players is just one word, cool.
Mu Xueran hadn't had such an experience for a long time, and suddenly became interested, and said, "Continue?"
"Come on, come on, captain, keep going, keep going. "Carrying the handle is also unfinished.
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"Dye, where are you?"
Mu Xueran looked out the window, on the highway, she didn't know where it was.
He turned his head to look at Emperor Jiuxiao again.
Because the sound of the mobile phone is played, Emperor Jiuxiao can hear their chat very clearly.
He said lightly: "The front is the Beishan toll station, and it takes about an hour to get to City A after the toll station." β
The sudden male voice of "......" silenced the four people on the other end of the phone for a second.
Mu Zheng said in an unhappy tone: "My cousin-in-law is also here." β
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"Damn, I seem to know something terrible. "The rivers and lakes are humane.
The stubborn stone was also surprised: "Boss, are you in love?"
Mu Xueran said lightly: "Well, I'm married." β
"Damn, hey...... . "The man was stunned, pressed the wrong skill, and the hero died.
I wasn't in a hurry to put on a new hero, but I saw him say in a gossipy tone: "Captain, it turns out that the boss is your cousin, aren't you only 22 this year?"
"Hmm. β
"Fuck, boss, you're only 21 at most, why don't you get married without thinking about it? Which king and eighth calf kidnapped you?"
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Mu Xueran glanced at the black-faced Emperor Nine Owls, held back a smile, and said, "I didn't bring headphones." β
"If you don't bring it, you don't bring it...... you......
Fuck, didn't he hear what he said, then the "eight calves"?
Oops, I'll go......
The bearer wailed in his heart.
"That boss and his husband, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you always pretend not to hear?"
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The Jianghu Ronin laughed: "Hahaha...... Handle, let you usually speak freely, overturned, right?"
"Boss, you're too uninteresting, you didn't even notify us of your marriage. The stubborn stone pretended to complain.
Mu Xueran smiled, "We just got the certificate, and we will call you for the wedding in the future." β
"Well, we've all remembered. β
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βVictory~β
At the end of the game, Mu Xueran blinked, staring at the screen all the time, her eyes were a little sour.
"Go ahead, I'll leave. β
"Boss, let's play the last game. "Carry the handle.
"Next time. β
Mu Zheng said softly: "Rest for a while, see you at the party." β
"Well, bye-bye, everybody. β
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Exiting the game, Mu Xueran pinched the corners of her eyes.
Seeing her movements, Emperor Jiuxiao asked softly, "Eyes are uncomfortable?"
"Sort of. β
"Close your eyes and rest for a while, it's almost time in City A. β
"Hmm. β
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Military District Compound.
When Mu Xueran and Emperor Jiuxiao arrived, it was close to twelve o'clock.
"Oops, baby granddaughter is here. Old Madam Mu's somewhat cloudy eyes shone with water.
Mu Xueran hugged her gently and said softly, "Grandma, I'm here." β
"What are you doing standing in the doorway, come in. β
Old Man Mu was still speaking with such momentum, but Mu Xueran could hear the excitement in his tone.
"Happy birthday, Grandpa. β
"Hey, good, good, all happy, all happy, come and sit down, let grandpa see." Well...... It's still so pretty. β
Old Man Mu smiled heartily.
Mu Zheng quipped: "You see, we didn't come to see grandpa so happy, but when we came, we smiled so happily." β
Mu Shuyao patted him on the shoulder and teased: "Except for you Sister Xiaomeng, Dye is the only female doll in our Mu family, if you are a person who does not carry a handle, your grandfather will definitely spoil you to the sky." β
"Hahaha, what my uncle said is so right, it's a pity that you cast the wrong baby. β
The one who spoke was Qin Musheng, the son of Xueran's aunt Mu Shuyan, who is sixteen years old this year.
Mu Zheng waved his fist and pretended to threaten: "Xiao Shengsheng, you have itchy skin, aren't you?"
Qin Musheng stuck out his tongue and hid behind his mother.
Aunt Mu Shuping also smiled and said: "Female dolls are only popular in our Mu family. β
Twelve-year-old Mu Jingran, Mu Shuyao's son and the youngest grandson of the Mu family, put his arms around his grandmother's neck and showed off: "I also eat it." β
"Hahaha......" The little appearance of the deer made everyone laugh.
At this time, Emperor Jiuxiao came in from outside with things and greeted the elders in the living room one by one.
And the junior he only nodded.
"Xiao Jiu is also here, come and sit. Mrs. Mu said with a smile.
"Hmph. Old Man Mu snorted lightly.
Mu Xueran chuckled, sat down beside him and said softly: "Grandpa, don't you like paintings that are not stained with dust? When I went out this morning, Emperor Jiuxiao specially reminded me not to forget to bring it to you." β
Old Man Mu's somewhat cloudy eyes instantly glowed, "You mean he has a painting that is not stained?"
"Hmm. Mu Xueran nodded, and winked at Emperor Jiuxiao with a smile.
The latter understood, and handed the dark red lacquered wooden box to Mu Xueran.
Mu Xueran opened the box, took out a scroll from it, and unfolded it on the coffee table.
"Grandpa, look. β
This is a typical ink painting of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
The thin mist, the still flowing river, the exquisite bridges, the rainy alleys, the waterside cottages, the black tiles and white walls, you can vaguely see the water townspeople holding oil-paper umbrellas.
The harmonious and fresh tones, the tranquil and light beauty of the realm, make the picture produce a lyrical poetry-like appeal.
The light smoke and fresh water, the drizzle and the misty rain, look as if away from the hustle and bustle of the city, make people in the poetic and picturesque, and can't help but be fascinated.
Old Man Mu nodded in admiration.
"Good, good, good, this person is old, tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, and yearns for the tranquility of this small bridge and flowing water, and this painting gives people a kind of comfort back to the scene in the painting.
It is worthy of being unstained with fine dust, rendering the artistic conception of traditional ink painting so vividly, this state of mind, the old man, I sigh to myself when I am a lot older. β
At this time, Qin Musheng poked his head out from behind Mu Shuyan, "Grandpa, maybe this is not stained with dust, but the name is just listening to literature and art, but in fact he is older than you." β
"......" Mu Xue dyed a black line.
At the door, Mu Shuyin, who was about to come in, heard this sentence and stumbled under his feet, and Ye Shengyuan hurriedly helped him.
"Be careful. β
Hearing the movement, everyone's eyes also shifted in unison.
"It's Ayin and Shengyuan who are here, and Xiaoyang is also here, come and sit. Mrs. Mu said happily.
Mu Xueran also greeted with a smile, "Dad, Mommy, big brother." β
Everyone greeted each other.
The Mu family, except for Night Frost, He Xiaomeng's family, Xuezhi's eldest cousin Mu Yuan and his uncle Mu Shuhai and his wife, who couldn't take a break from work, were almost all there.
Old Madam Mu smiled on her face and said, "Everyone is almost here, let's also prepare a meal." β
Because there were too many people, two tables were separated, one table for the elders, and one table for Mu Xueran and Emperor Jiuxiao and Mu Zheng.
When the dishes were all served, everyone raised their glasses to congratulate the old man on his birthday, and everyone naturally talked and laughed, so it was not lively.