"I don't think there's this dress in the closet." Wushuang walked over and thoughtfully tidied his collar.

"Qidong just sent it, and Mrs. didn't find out that this was a couple's money." Mu Jinchen took her hand that was moving on his collar, walked to the mirror, and hugged her in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"See?"

Wushuang looked at the mirror, the tall and straight man carefully protected the petite and delicate woman in his arms, the man's indifferent delicate eyebrows were dyed with soft warmth, and the woman was as graceful and graceful as ever.

Mu Jinchen looked a little hot, and always felt that this woman was tailor-made for himself, and when he really hugged her in his arms, he felt that maybe he had been blank for more than 30 years of emotion, and he had been lonely for more than 30 years, just to wait for such a Jing Wushuang.

He tilted his head and imprinted a kiss in her hair, "Let's go." ”

In a short period of time, Wushuang seems to be accustomed to his casual intimacy and likes this warm feeling.

At half past nine on Sunday morning, most people were still sleeping in the warm bed, but the low-key luxury of Pikes Peak had been shuttling through the busiest streets of S City for more than an hour.

At this time, it had been steadily parked in front of the old house of the Mu family, which had been inherited for hundreds of years in S City.

The husband and wife got out of the car one after another, Wushuang stood in front of this solemn and solemn house, a thick and rich historical atmosphere came to the face, typical of the ancient Chinese aristocratic style, people in front of it seem so insignificant, it is not difficult to imagine that hundreds of years ago, the Mu family has been so beautiful.

Owning such a house in an area like the old city is not something you can do with money alone.

As far as the eye can see, the interior of the garden is a typical architectural style of Soviet-style garden, with stone green paths, rockeries, cloisters, lotus ponds, wind and rain pavilions, and attics...... Everything but the kitchen sink.

And there is a hero flower every few steps on each bluestone trail, which is even more generous.

No wonder it is rumored in the outside world that the Mu family is probably the nobleman with the longest inheritance in S City,

Mu Jinchen opened the back seat and took the gift, walked to Wushuang's side, and saw the little woman looking up at the few hero flowers that were angry to the extreme, and her backlit face fell in the colorful morning light, which was a little more gorgeous than the hero flower.

"Is this preparing for the closing of the moon? Let's go. ”

"I didn't expect you to grow so many kapok at home." Wushuang ignored Mu Jinchen's ridicule, she liked this kind of heroic flower very much, how could she compare.

It's just that this kind of towering tree-type flowers and trees are not suitable for home planting, except for those that have not been cut down, and there are few families in the entire S city who have planted this as an ornamental flower.

"Grandpa likes it, and grandpa's grandfather likes it too, I don't know how long I've been planting, and I'm reluctant to pull it out."

"I'll get some." Wushuang retracted her gaze only to find that Mu Jinchen's hands were full of things, and she was not good to be empty-handed, although she didn't know what he had prepared.

"Take these two, the tea leaves, lighter." As he spoke, he gave Wushuang the two boxes of tea leaves on his left hand.

"I've seen your grandfather, sister, and nephew, who else is there in the family? Is it difficult to get along with? Wushuang only realized now that he had slept all the way and forgot to do his homework in advance.

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