My wife is not a demon

Similar people..."

Meng Yanqing carefully recalled the scene in his mind, and finally said firmly: "No, I still feel that... something is not quite right."

Chen Mu had no choice but to stand up and said, "Let's go, I'll try my luck with you to find it, lest you, a woman, become suspicious."

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[Author's Note: It is true that he did not address Bai Xianyu before, it should be 'Mrs. Chen'.

As for Ah Wei's 'father', it's time to make an appearance. 】

Chapter 184: The Rain Supervisor of the West Factory!

How can someone who has been dead for so long be resurrected?

Of course, for Chen Mu, who has experienced the previous case of Mu Xianger and later the Pingyang Palace case, the resurrection of the dead is nothing new now.

But the resurrection of an ordinary merchant is simply nonsense.

Chen Mu has never met Meng Yanqing's husband, after all, he jumped off a cliff with a "leap of faith" when Ah Wei was ten years old.

But according to what Ah Wei told in the past, his father was an ordinary merchant.

On weekdays, I go out early and return late, and rarely speak.

Especially for his son, he basically didn't care about it, it was not his own.

Zhang Awei also complained about this father,

Especially after the merchant lost all his family property through gambling, seeing his mother struggling to support the family while his father was still wandering outside, he resented him even more.

"This is where I saw him."

Meng Yanqing stopped, pointed to a kneading doll stand opposite and said. "At that time, he was in front of the stall. At first, I thought I saw it wrong, but he was really too similar."

Chen Mu frowned, and led the woman over.

He still knows this guy.

I pinched three dolls here yesterday, but when I went back, the Shura field incident happened, and then it started to crack.

"Your guest is here."

The eyes of the craftsman in front of the small stall lit up when he saw Chen Mu.

After all, such a handsome and temperamental person is rare, especially after pinching a big doll yesterday, it was eaten by a girl who didn't talk about virtue.

"Is this your wife?"

Looking at the beautiful woman beside Chen Mu, the old man was full of admiration.

I remembered that Chen Mu seemed to have said yesterday that he wanted to bring his wife to make dolls, but he did not expect to bring them here, and his wife is so beautiful.

Can't help giving a thumbs up: "Sir and Madam are really talented and beautiful, golden boys and jade girls."

"It's not...me and him..."

Meng Yanqing blushed pretty, and wanted to explain, but Chen Mu asked lightly, "Is anyone making dough dolls here today?"

The craftsman was stunned, and smiled: "There are a lot of customers looking for the old man to make dough dolls every day."

"Describe it."

Chen Mu said to Meng Yanqing, casually picked up a puppet and started playing with it

Meng Yanqing nodded, and began to gesture with the old craftsman: "Just this tall, he looks a little thin, and his skin is relatively dark. He has a maroon birthmark on the lower left side of his face, about the size of a copper coin..."

Listening to Meng Yanqing's description, the image of her ex-husband already appeared in Chen Mu's mind.

Just an ordinary frustrating person.

Thinking of such a beautiful and charming woman being hugged and slept by the other party for many years, Chen Mu felt sour... I have never hugged her properly.

No wonder a mediocre guy like Zhang Awei could be born.

"It seems... there is such a person."

The old craftsman squinted his eyes and thought, "But the old man can't say the specific details, anyway, it's similar to what you described, madam."

Meng Yanqing's face turned pale, and the back of her fist was full of veins.

Sure enough, she was right.

... That man is exactly the same as Xiaowei's father.

Chen Mu was also quite surprised at the moment: "Old man, are you sure that person is similar to what she described?"

The handicraft old man smiled and said, "Old man, I'm pretty good at recognizing people. I've made face dolls for so many years, so I have to have a better memory."

Chen Mu looked confused.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world that there will be exactly the same person?

He looked at the nervous woman, patted her shoulders, and said to the old man, "Whose mask did he pinch with you? Is it his own?"

"No, I pinched a woman, and she's quite pretty." The old man said.

Meng Yanqing's delicate body trembled, subconsciously thinking it was her.

But when he thought that he was standing in front of the old man now, if it was her, the old man would definitely know her, so he was slightly relieved.

Chen Mu smiled and said, "Old man, can you do us a favor and pinch out that woman's doll."

"That won't work!"

Hearing this, the old man flatly refused.

There is a sense of righteousness on Fang Zheng's face after the vicissitudes of life:

"Business is all about integrity. How can you disclose the information of the guests casually? You are humiliating the character of the old man."

Snapped!

A silver coin was thrown on the table.

The old craftsman was silent for a moment, and a chrysanthemum-like smile suddenly appeared on his face: "You are really accurate."

"Hold on, two guests, I'll squeeze it out right away."