My wife is not a demon

It's like digging a hole for yourself.

If it really attracts the attention of some big shots and conducts an in-depth investigation, it will be troublesome.

"Chen Butou, Heng Xin and I are here today for the matter of Heng Jue."

The elder guardian hesitated for a moment, and said frankly, "Then Hengjue and Mr. Ruan are also somewhat related. The abbot drove Hengjue out of the monastery. We are here to explain the situation to Mr. Ruan and give an explanation."

relative?

This surprised Chen Mu a little.

I didn't expect that Heng Jue would have such a relationship with Mr. Ruan, it's really bloody.

"Not too familiar."

After serving tea to Chen and Mu, Mr. Ruan smiled wryly: "It's just a relative far away, and he really deserves to be kicked out of the monastery by Abbot Wuhui. Besides..."

He bowed his hands to Chen Mu and apologized:

"In addition, the elder protector also told me the specific situation. I am here to apologize to Butou Chen on behalf of Hengjue. I hope Butou Chen doesn't mind."

"Mr. Ruan is too polite, it's all a misunderstanding."

Chen Mu quickly waved his hands.

It's just that he was a little depressed inside.

Since the elder Dharma protector and the future abbot came to give an explanation in person, it means that Heng Jue has a close relationship with Mr. Ruan.

I don't know if this matter will create a gap between him and Mr. Ruan.

Life sucks.

In a huge network of relationships, you never know what knock-on effect the person you have offended will cause.

But then again.

Even if he knew that Heng Jue was a relative of Mr. Ruan at the time, he would have taught him a lesson. After all, that guy really deserves a beating.

"Mr. Ruan..."

The elder protector gave Hengxin a wink, got up and said: "Chen Butou must have something important to talk to you about when he came to visit, so the poor monk and Hengxin will not bother you. If Mr. Ruan has time some other day, he can come to Hanwu Temple .”

"Okay, then I will send two masters."

Mr. Ruan nodded and smiled, and then apologized to Chen Mu, "Boss Chen, sit down for a while, I'll be back soon."

"No problem."

Chen Mu smiled slightly.

After the three of them left the house, Chen Mu exhaled, and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell is bad luck! This luck is too bad recently, why are you always offending people everywhere?"

"I reckon you are plagued by bad luck and have mildew."

Yun Zhiyue held back her smile and deliberately joked: "Why don't I do a ritual for you tonight to get rid of your illness? It will definitely work."

"Can you heal?"

Chen Mu looked at her seriously.

Yun Zhiyue nodded her head lightly, and said proudly: "Of course, meeting me is like meeting a good medicine, so you can have fun secretly."

"that's right."

Chen Mu greatly agreed, "You are my medicine, and it will take effect in a day."

Hearing the other party's words, Yun Zhiyue was quite proud, but immediately felt something was wrong, but it was hard to say what was wrong.

After all, she is thousands of miles away from Chen Mu when it comes to drag racing.

Chen Mu stopped teasing the other party, and wandered around the room slowly, admiring Mr. Ruan's calligraphy and paintings on weekdays.

After all, he is a cultural person, and there is an aura between the pen and ink.

The lady's handwriting is indeed very beautiful, but compared to Mr. Ruan's, it is still a little less rhyme, the difference between an amateur and an expert.

Chen Mu came to the table.

On the case is a half-painted landscape map, with overlapping peaks and mountains, even if it is only half-painted, it makes people feel the profound artistic conception.

Chen Mu flipped through it casually.

At this moment, he was suddenly taken aback, and gently pulled out a corner of the drawing paper from the pile of waste paper on the table.

In the painting is a woman who is dancing Huxuan dance.

Delicate, lively...

Chapter 96

"Sorry, both of you, for keeping you waiting."

But after a while, Mr. Ruan, who was wearing a green shirt, returned to the house, and apologized to Chen Mu and Yun Zhiyue who were sitting on the chairs drinking tea.

Chen Mu put down his teacup, got up and said with a smile, "It's okay, we should apologize for disturbing Mr.

"What's the matter with Chen Butou, I hope you can come every day."

Mr. Ruan signaled Chen Mu to sit down, poured tea himself and said in a joking tone, "Maybe I can bring a few more poems with me, so I can feast my eyes."

"Then it's just luck."

Chen Mu smiled, staring at the most talented gentleman in the academy in front of him, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

Although Mr. Ruan is in his forties, the elegance exuding from him is quite charming.

It is said that young girls like the vicissitudes of life on the uncle.

With Mr. Ruan's talent and temperament, even if he is two or three years older, he may be able to attract the favor of many women.

"I don't know what Chen Butou came here today."

Mr. Ruan asked curiously.

Chen Mu gently scratched the edge of the wooden table with his fingers, and said calmly, "It's like this. I wonder if Mr. Ruan can remember the poetry conference held by Qin Academy on November [-] last year."

The teacup that Mr. Ruan picked up abruptly paused, and his sharp eyes stared directly at Chen Mu.