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It's a quiet area when you get out of the elevator, and the music and vocals below seem to be separated by a layer.

Several people didn't expect that Shu Cuilin could speak, and they didn't understand what Shu Cuilin meant. Mu Xin was the quickest to react, her slightly narrow eyes widened a bit, and then she turned again: "Little uncle!"

After I said it, I felt remorseful and wanted to swallow the words, but the men, after spitting and nailing, emphasized: "Shu...Little uncle, I call me, my brother is not counted, you are Partner, it’s not okay to be a shorter generation.”

Shu Yang's eyeballs can't move anymore, what is this all about?

Seeing Mu Xin go up and push the six sons aside, reach out to push the wheelchair, thinking that this brother is really daring.

Mu Xin is quite brave.

He, he was not very courageous in front of Shu Cuilin, but Shu Cuilin called him uncle, and made Mu Hua so shameless before, this is one of his own.

My own people, why are you being polite.

Shu Cuilin wasn't used to changing people behind his back, but he didn't stop.

Mu Xin felt more at ease. She showed the hospitality of a rookie waiting for her seniors to learn every trick, and asked after summing up her experience: "Little uncle, is the speed fast, slow down?"

When I didn't get an answer, I started the self-questioning and answering mode: "If you don't talk, that's fine, okay."

Shu Chuilin: "..."

Suddenly I felt impulsive.

Under Liu Zi's guidance, Mu Xin pushed Shu Cuilin directly to the room where the other party worked.

The music below is louder.

He looked outside and then at the furnishings inside, the little uncle likes to watch the excitement, it's a good habit, that's why this room is covered with dark green wall coverings, it's so dark that it makes people dizzy.

Shu Yang followed behind like a quail, and did not go in when he reached the door.

He passed by this place by accident before. Don't people be frivolous and waste young people? At that time, he sneaked open the door to see the freshness. I wish I could kill myself by caesarean section to seek relief.

Later, he was thrown into the basement and squatted alone for three days.

Now, seeing Mu Xin looking around curiously until she wished she could turn somersaults, Shu Yang didn't dare to shout, wishing that she could knock this stupid and brave man unconscious and drag him away.

After Mu Xin finished admiring it, she glanced at Shu Yang, who seemed to be about to pass out, and there was a drunk to take care of, she took a second look at the strange decoration on the corner of the desk, and said more and more smoothly: "Little uncle, then I'm leaving. "

The decoration is a miniature house, dark, without a ceiling, just three walls with a door, inside there are some other things made of wood, it looks dilapidated and decayed, and there are large and small bulging bags in some places, which is not aesthetically pleasing, very strange .

Looking up, I saw Shu Cuilin looking at him: "Still leaving?"

Mu Xin felt that this person was a bit fierce at the moment, his expression didn't change, but his eyes were icy cold, like a lake in winter.

Moody and difficult.

Quietly complaining, but still bold enough to ask: "Little uncle, the last question, what do you think... Mu Hua?"

Shu Yang: ...Here we go again.

His brother has already suffered from Mu Yang PTSD, so if anyone around him says Mu Hua is good, then he will not care about him from now on.

The four eyes met, and there was silence.

Mu Xin thinks that Shu Chuilin's eyes are really beautiful, they are black enough to absorb all the light, so dark that there is no trace of impurity, they are much better than those heavenly kings and top streamers in the circle.

I just can't see a trace of emotion, and the depth is a little scary.

If you don't answer, don't answer.

He took out a candy from his pocket, wrapped in cellophane, with a big thumb inside, powder.Put it on the corner of the table: "Then I'm leaving - Mu Hua is not a good person, little uncle, just ignore him."

After the ink stains, he took Shu Yang to leave, and closed the door intimately.

Liu Zi kept squatting in the corner when Mu Xin was chattering, feeling like he was dreaming.

Brother Lin's wheelchair was touched, his desk was touched, and the model was stared at—the kind of staring that was almost touched, the little cake is amazing.

He leaned forward: "Brother Lin Zi, I'll go and find out right away."

Shu Chuilin looked at him.

The six sons had a laugh: "I'll just say that Lord Mu is interesting. Don't worry, within three days, he will know exactly what he likes to eat and play and who is good and who is not."

He was used to Shu Cuilin's attitude of cultivating immortals, he was indifferent to everything, and occasionally he became a little interested, wishing that the other party, no matter whether it was a person or an object, would put it in a glass cover and send it to Shu Cuilin.

Shu Cuilin: "...Is there nothing to do? Or do you think I'm blind?"

According to him, Wei Yunji was blind.

As for Mu Xin, what is there to find out? She is addicted to sweets, likes to eat fish and shrimp, likes bright clothes, lacks friends, has no sense of security, is familiar with herself, but needs a pair of glasses... stupid!

I was happy in an instant, and I didn't know what to be happy about.

The six sons gave a mournful "Oh".

If you're not interested, then it's probably because of Young Master Xiaoyang that you put up with the little cake.

That's right, at the beginning it was clear that he was giving a candy to save his life, but he was not allowed to mention it later, for fear of causing any trouble.

Just thinking about it in a mess, I heard a "ding", the candy that was originally placed on the corner of the table was thrown into the palm-sized house model.

The six sons opened their mouths wide in shock, and when they glanced at the fierce and strong man, he looked stupid.

Shu Cuilin glanced at him: "Go out."

The six sons opened their mouths, went out quietly, walked around the corridor twice, made up their own minds with their fists clenched, and called someone: "...that's right, that's the young master of the Mu family. …”

He is not very smart, but Shu Cuilin has plenty of capable people under his command, if he needs anything, he can just call and discuss it.

Here, Mu Xin lives in the same house as Shu Yang.

The bed was big enough, and after putting Shu Yang to sleep well and wrapping him in a quilt, he lay down with his legs crossed, swayed his feet, and pulled the silver chain on his wrist, feeling extremely happy.

Hey, it's a pity that Shu Cuilin is too rich, otherwise he would be hired as a military adviser, making Mu Hua look so ashamed in return.

Shu Yang struggled to get a hand out from under the quilt, and scratched the itchy spot on his forehead: "Suisui, aren't you afraid?"

Mu Xin looked at him: "What are you afraid of?"

Shu Yang: "My uncle, he..."

He didn't know how to describe it, but some people seemed to be choked by the throat when they were so close and stared at.

Mu Xin was afraid before, but now that Shu Cuilin has been classified as one of his own, it is a matter of course: "What are you afraid of, he won't eat me."