My Third Gentleman

Chapter 30 can't grab with me (1)

"Look at my memory. You just came back. You have been busy all day. You must be exhausted. Go take a bath and sleep well. I will talk about it tomorrow." Mu Zhilan explained again, "Your room The heater in the room is on, pay attention to the water temperature when taking a bath, don’t freeze, good night."

"I know, good night."

After Mu Jinchen finished saying goodnight, she put her hand on Aunt Rong's arm and then went to the room to rest.

Mu Jinchen is still suffering from jet lag. This will be the time to sleep, but if you don't say that, his sister will talk to him with her eyes open.

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

He looked around for a moment. Every brick and tile in this house was made by his sister. The crystal lamp on her head was designed by an artist in Italy, and then she went to a factory to order it. This one. Here in the new district, everything from decorations, dining tables, to small furnishings is unique in the world. Sometimes he thinks, how much a woman loves this home can she do so with care.

Nowadays, he rarely goes there in the old area. There is a century-old heritage, and every plant and tree is passed down. It is antique and his father never let people move. He often said that there is too much of him and his mother. Memories, plants and trees are all affectionate, and he thought, a man who loves a woman more will not let others touch the plants and trees in his memory for more than 30 years after her death.

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

He had a mouthful without a mouthful, and slowly inhaled, allowing the taste of nicotine to pass to his limbs. The whole old house was full of love, but why couldn't he love it?

"Uncle, are you back?" Mu Yuhao slept, and came down from the upper floor. He couldn't help being surprised. At this time, his uncle appeared in the living room.

"Well, still awake?"

Mu Yuhao stretched, "I was awakened by the message just now, so I stopped by to drink."

Mu Jinchen did not answer. He half-squinted his eyes and smoked. Mu Yuhao thought to himself that he had never seen a man more attractive than his uncle, especially in the posture of smoking, his fingertips were reddened to his thin lips, and he whispered cigarettes. Circle, under the warm yellow light, lingering in the smoke, full of charm.

"Come on?" Mu Jinchen threw the cigarette case in front of him. He was wrong about his transition from boy to man for several years. 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 curled his thin lips. Although he was a generation away, he was only eight years older than Mu Yuhao, and the conversation between the two was relatively casual.

Mu Yuhao grew up from waiting to be fed to a heroic man who is only two centimeters shorter than him. It can be said that he grew up watching this pure nephew, but he went abroad for a few years and missed some of him. Growth process.

Mu Yuhao took the cup, drank a sip of water, and muttered, "I don’t know if it scared her today. I actually sent a message so late that I will ask for leave tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. It’s never happened before. It's something." It seemed to be told to Mu Jinchen, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

(End of this chapter)