Chapter 30

"Look at my memory. You've been busy all day since you came back. You must be tired. Go and have a bath and have a good sleep. I'll talk about anything tomorrow." Mu Zhilan also said, "the heating in your room is on. Pay attention to the water temperature when you take a bath. Don't freeze. Good night."

"I know. Good night."

After Mu Jin Chen finished saying good night, she put her hand on Aunt Rong's arm, and then went to the room to have a rest.

Mu Jinchen is still jet lagged. This is just the time of spirit. Where can I sleep? If I don't say so, his sister will talk to him with her eyelids up.

He laid his arms lazily on the edge of the sofa, and his head leaned back. The yellowish light reflected on the gorgeous crystal lamp on his head was very beautiful.

He looked around. Every brick and tile in this house was written by his sister. She went to Italy to find an artist to design the crystal lamp on her head. Then she went to a factory to make it. All of them were handmade. This is the only one in the world. The new district is unique in the world, from decoration, dining tables to small decorations. Sometimes he thinks, how much a woman loves this family can he be so attentive.

Now he seldom used to live in the old district. There is a hundred years of inheritance. Every plant and tree is passed down. His father never let people move. His father often said that there are too many memories of him and his mother. The plants and plants have feelings. He also thinks that a man, who loves a woman more, will not let others move his memory more than 30 years after her death Grass is a tree.

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

He has a mouthful, slowly sucking, allowing the smell of nicotine to pass to the limbs, the whole old house is full of love, but why can't he love it?

"Uncle, are you back?" Mu Yuhao had a sleep and came down from upstairs. He was surprised that his uncle appeared in the living room at this time.

"Well, not yet

Mu Yuhao stretched a stretch, "just wake up by the information, and drink water by the way."

Mu Jinchen didn't answer, and half narrowed his eyes to smoke. Mu Yuhao thought that he had never seen a man more attractive than his uncle, especially his smoking posture. He sent a little red finger tip to his thin lips, whimpered cigarette rings, and hung himself in the smoke under the Yellow warm light.

"One?" Mu Jinchen threw his cigarette case in front of him. He was wrong about his transition from a boy to a man. He was not sure whether he smoked or not.

Mu Yuhao shook his head, "I don't smoke, but uncle, the way you smoke is so handsome."

Mu Jinchen gently hooked his thin lips. Although he was separated by a generation, he was only eight years older than Mu Yuhao. The conversation between them was relatively casual.

Mu Yuhao grew up from crying for food to Yingwei man who is only two centimeters less than him. It can be said that he watched him grow up. He loved his pure nephew, but later he went abroad for a few years and missed some of his growth process.

Mu Yuhao took the cup, drank a sip, mumbled, "I don't know if she was scared today. He sent a message to say that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are all on leave. It's never happened." It's like talking to Mu Jinchen or talking to himself.

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