The warlord husband came to the door [End]

His name is Chen Yihang, and he has been in Toronto for several years. [Novel download www>

In the first few years when I came to Toronto, I was actually very uncomfortable.Toronto has discriminated against yellow and black people in recent years, and it is actually very difficult to survive here.He is ready to return to China at any time until he knows Muyue Manor.

Muyue Manor is very famous in Mote Town. I heard that the owner of Muyue Manor is Chinese. Everyone calls him Mr. Mu. He runs a large manor and grows a large area of ​​roses.Whenever the flower season comes, the whole manor is very spectacular.

Later, when he heard that Muyue Manor wanted to recruit workers, he realized that this was a great part-time job opportunity.If you want Toronto, you have to pay for your studies, and you can't do without a job.

He thought it would be difficult to enter Muyue Manor, but who knew that he followed several other people of yellow race to Muyue Manor Yueyuan, Mr. Mu only took one look at him, and then accepted him. [

He still remembered the first time he saw Mr. Mu. He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and only a simple coat. His hair was cut short and neatly combed.

When he saw himself, he just glanced at him and asked, "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Songzhou." He was terrified and nervous.Especially when I saw Mr. Mu's eyes, I felt that his pupils were very energetic, and that gaze could penetrate all his thoughts with just one glance.With just a few words, his palms were still sweating.

Mr. Mu smiled, and said: "My wife is also from Songzhou..."

He froze for a moment, Mr. Mu had already left.An old lady who was nearly sixty came over and said to her: "Mr. Mu said you stayed, come with me!"

This is just a small side hall. The old woman is wearing a dark gray mainland gown, her hair is tied back, and she walks slowly.He followed the old woman out of the side hall and walked out along the long corridor.But came to a hall, this is an antique hall, only a large disc lamp is hung in the hall, and the tables and chairs on both sides used to be pure red nanmu furniture.

He has been here for many years, and he rarely sees such pure Chinese decorations, so he is inexplicably curious about the owner.

"Does sir live here?" The old woman turned around and asked him.

"Ah... yes." He didn't expect to be in charge of the accommodation, so he quickly answered.

"Come with me, sir." The old woman led her to the small corridor in the southwest corner, and all the way out from the small corridor over there, there was a row of low white buildings over there.The old woman opened one of the rooms to him. The room was small but well-equipped.A single bed, a wardrobe next to it, and a desk on the right, spotless.

"The bathroom and toilet are outside, just a few steps away." The old woman pointed to him, "Sir, if you need anything, ring the bell next to it, and someone will answer you."

"Thank you." He didn't expect such a good treatment, so he hurriedly bowed to please.

Seeing that things had been arranged, the old woman turned around and wanted to leave.

"What's your old mother's name?" He asked hastily.

The old woman probably didn't expect him to ask such a question, so she said, "You can call me Fu Ma..."

Later, he seldom saw this blessed mother, but the housekeeper who often came to take care of her seemed to be in her forties, with a thin body and yellow hair.

He thought it must be extremely difficult to see Mr. Mu again.Unexpectedly, I saw it the next day. Mr. Mu was wearing a linen long suit and a hat on his head, working in the village with other workers in the garden.

"Mr. Mu..." Out of gratitude, he hurried over to say hello.

"Hello, are you used to coming here?" Mr. Mu was very modest, with mud on his hands, and he smiled casually. [

"I'm used to it, thank you Mr. Mu for taking care of me..." He hurried back, feeling even more grateful and admired for Mr. Mu in his heart.

Just as Mr. Mu was about to say something, his gaze fell behind him, and he took the linen cloth next to him to wipe his hands, and then walked past him.

He hurriedly turned his head, and saw a beautiful woman in an orange gown skirt walking not far away. Her long hair was also combed in a bun, and only a hairpin was tied.

Chen Yihang has always thought that Mr. Mu is extremely handsome, with a high nose bridge and thin lips of a Westerner, but he is extremely sexy when he smiles lightly.But looking at this lady right now, one can only describe it as shocking.She has a pointed face with melon seeds, but her eyes are watery but very energetic.Her skin is very good, just looking at it from such a distance, you can tell that it is supple and tender.What was even more astonishing was her belly, which was very big, and a woman in a foreign dress stood beside her, half-supporting her.There is also a maid behind her, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"Why are you here?" Mr. Mu supported his wife instead of the woman beside him, "You are inconvenient, you should rest more."

"The so-called combination of work and rest, I naturally have to walk around." She naturally leaned into his arms, "Besides, I haven't come here for a long time to see."

"Brother, you can't keep your sister-in-law locked in the house, it's not good for her health." Said the woman in a dress beside her.

"Your sister-in-law can be locked up by me." Mr. Mu said, helping Mrs. Mu to go inside.

"Stop looking, let's work!" The old worker on the side tugged at his sleeve.

He just came back to his senses, but still couldn't help but take another look.When he saw the lady's side face, his heart trembled, and he only thought that it was a character that only existed in paintings.

"That's Mrs. Mu, and Mrs. Mu's younger sister, Ms. Mu, is standing next to her. Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu are very affectionate. When the manor was first built, Mrs. Mu often came and brought us sugar water. But later, Mrs. Mu The belly is bigger, so there are fewer." The old worker said in his ear.

He didn't listen carefully, he didn't live in the country much, but he wondered if he had met Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu somewhere?Looking at it this way, the more you look at it, the more you realize that they are not simple characters.

Later, Madam Mu came again and brought them cakes and sugar water.

She came over and actually talked to him: "I heard from my husband that you are also from Songzhou?"

"Yes, ma'am." Facing Madam Mu, he was even more nervous. When Madam Mu smiled, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes became brighter. Maybe it was because she was tired after walking for a few steps, and her face was flushed with a blush. , His heart was beating so beautifully.

"Where are you from Songzhou?" Mrs. Mu asked him again.

"Nanhua Town, southeast of Songzhou." He answered with a slight bow.

"I know, it's a good place, and the chrysanthemum cakes there are delicious." Madam Mu said, her eyes became distant.

"Where is Madam from Songzhou?" He asked with a big belly.

"I live in Songzhou City, is there anyone else in your family?" Mrs. Mu asked again.

"There are old parents, two elder brothers, and I'm afraid they are married now, and there is also a younger sister." As he said this, he felt a little homesick.

"That's excellent..." Mrs. Mu didn't ask any further questions. [

"Madam and Mr. Mu must be extraordinary people..." He wanted to say a few more words to her, so he hurriedly said.

Madam Mu blinked for a while, and replied: "We are just very ordinary people, how are you doing here?"

"Mr. Mu treated us very well, thank you Madam for your concern."

Madam Mu didn't seem to care about his answer. At this moment, Mr. Mu came over, put his arms around Madam Mu's waist, and looked down at her: "You can't stand for too long, I'll help you go back and rest."

"Mmm..." She was not in a good mood, she glanced at him again, and said, "Farewell..."

"Madam, go slowly." He hurriedly bowed his head and bowed to see them off.

Looking up again, I saw Mr. Mu supporting Mrs. Mu walking slowly on the path. The man was handsome and tall, and the woman had a big belly, but she did not hide her charm at all.

Madam Mu is definitely the most beautiful Chinese woman he has ever seen. He studied art at the University of Toronto, so he kept a picture book in private.Often I can paint all night without resting.

Later, he met Mr. Mu's son, a very energetic boy, his eyes were very similar to Mrs. Mu's, but his nose and lips were printed from the same mold as Mr. Mu's.You can often hear his laughter when he is playing around in the garden.Looking from afar, it looks exactly like Mr. Mu.This must be the proud son of heaven, his facial features combined the most perfect place of his parents, he is a handsome little guy.

"Mother... Look at this rose, how many colors have grown on one branch." Mr. Mu shouted loudly as if he had discovered a very miraculous thing.

"Your mother can't get pollen..." Mr. Mu nervously supported his wife and kept his son away.

He has discovered that as long as Mrs. Mu comes over, Mr. Mu must be close to him.Sometimes when he comes early, he can still see Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu walking on the path supporting each other.Sometimes when Mr. Mu said something, Mrs. Mu smiled lightly, and the rose next to the beautiful one was overshadowed.Sometimes, he would see them walking along a long road without saying a word, but clasping their fingers together and cuddling each other.

"Okay...Father, I also want to learn how to grow flowers from you, this is really fun." Mr. Mu ran over excitedly and said.

"This is not a fun thing. These flowers are alive. If you want to learn, you should study hard." Mr. Mu replied.

After hearing this, he was not surprised.In his impression, Mr. Mu is a very wise man, and his wife must not be simple.He thought so firmly in his heart.