Chapter 932

However, just as matchless took Mu Jinchen's hand and was ready to leave, a man with a braid and a face full of dregs and a typical street artist ran over from the other end of the long street. His eyes were slightly old and decadent, and he looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

After seeing matchless's face clearly, the takeout box in his hand staggered to the ground, and his thin and trembling hand was about to touch matchless. Mu Jinchen, who was quick to see his face, quickly opened it.

The artist's clear eyes seem to be shining out. His lips wriggle, and his hoarse voice of excessive smoking gently evokes the name that seems to be hidden in the depths of his soul, "muxue..."

I don't know whether it's because of this "Moxue" or because of the emotion in his eyes. In short, she called matchless silly. She stood firmly in the original plan and looked at him wrongly, but she couldn't say a word.

Mu Jinchen glanced at the man coldly. Thinking of Xia muxue's vagrancy these years, he heard that she seemed to be looking for someone. In a moment, he could almost confirm the identity of this person.

"You know the wrong person!"

Fall so five words then embrace is still in a daze matchless toward the front.

But the man caught up and said, "no, I won't admit it. She is muxue, she is muxue..."

Seeing that his hand would touch the matchless again, Mu Jinchen quickly separated the people. The coldness in his eyes became stronger, and his aura was also released a lot. "This gentleman, please respect yourself. Look at the dress of the woman in your painting, at least decades ago. My husband is only in his early twenties. How could he be the woman in your painting?"

There are many artists. Listening to Mu Jinchen's words, his head immediately responded, "so you at least know her. Otherwise, how can you know that Mu Xue I mentioned is the woman in the painting?"

Mu Jinchen looked at him indifferently, even his eyes did not twinkle. "Your question is really ridiculous. The woman in the painting is similar to my wife. You just saw my wife react like this again. Is it hard to guess?"

The artist didn't think Mu Jinchen was a liar, but the woman in front of him was really similar to Xia muxue. He took a deep breath and asked again, "do you really don't know her?"

"We don't know who you're talking about. Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Mu Jinchen dropped such a sentence, then he did not return to hold his head and continued to move forward. Wushuang still wanted to look back at the man, but mu Jinchen held his head and shook his head slightly invisible.

The art room looked at the back of the man in his dream and murmured to himself, "how can there be such a similar person in this world? Is it really just that people are similar?"

Good half sound, a light flashed in his forehead, could it be mu Xue's daughter?

But soon he shook his head and denied his idea, and murmured to himself again, "Mu Xue is such a pure and pure person, she has me in her heart, and naturally will not marry others."

Thinking of this, he went back to the mural again, picked up the delivery box that had just fallen on the ground, patted the dust on it gently, and sat cross legged on the ground directly. Facing the woman in the painting, he ate leisurely.

After a while, he seemed to think of something. He put down his lunch box and immediately got up to take the painting tools on one side to add another supplement to the mural he had painted for ten days

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