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Mu house.

It is located in Nanhua road of Z city.

Unlike the European style of Beijiang No. 9, he is a Chinese style with ancient style, from lofts and pavilions to interior furniture.

All of them are classical and atmospheric.

Mojia as the first luxury in Z City, the only deficiency is that the number of people is a little thin.

Of course, this refers to the case without the side branches.

Mu Ming has only two sons and one daughter.

Because there were few people, Mu Ming asked his married daughter to live with his son-in-law and his grandchildren in the house of mu.

The three Chinese style villas belong to two sons and daughters respectively. However, the villa of the eldest son's has been deserted for a long time.

He lives alone here every day. His second son and daughter ask him to move with them, but Mu Ming doesn't want to.

When Mu Yucheng enters the living room, Mu Ming is sitting on the sofa smoking.

The smoke around him will be the years of precipitation and full of wrinkles of his old face to the virtual, see not very clear.

Next to him, Wu bowed over to wait on him.

Seeing Muyu city come in, Wu Bo's eyes brightened and he exclaimed with joy, "young master, you are back at last. The master has to wait for you to have breakfast together, and he temporarily orders the kitchen to make the breakfast you like.

Talk to the master for a moment, and I'll send breakfast now. "

Wu Bo said a series of words. Without waiting for mu Yucheng to answer, he excitedly ran to the kitchen to see if breakfast was ready.

Mu Ming put down the drought and looked up at Muyu city. "Did you drive back by yourself?"

"Yes, grandfather."

Mu Yucheng went to the sofa beside him and sat down, frowned, "grandfather, the doctor told you not to smoke, how did you smoke again in the early morning?"

"In any case, they are all dying people. What should we avoid?"

Mu Yucheng looked at his face full of wrinkles, "you are in good health, as long as you pay attention to some, long life is not a problem."

Mu Mingcai is eighty-two. He is still a long way from being a hundred years old.

However, Mu Ming is very happy when his grandson says that he can live a long life.

There was a smile in the wrinkles.

"I don't want a long life. I'm satisfied to live to this age."

From the corner of Mu Yucheng's eye, Yu guangpiao comes out of the kitchen with breakfast. He gets up to help Mu Ming, "grandfather, I'll help you to the restaurant."

Mu Ming nods and walks into the restaurant with a crutch. He pulls out his chair and asks him to sit down.

"It's been half a month since you returned home. This is the second time you've had dinner with me. Have you ever thought about moving back to live in Yucheng?"

Mu Ming looks at the breakfast table, sighs and asks Mu Yucheng.

"I'm used to living outside alone."

"Are you still blaming me?"

There is a trace of displeasure on Mu Ming's face.

Eyes fixed at Mu Yucheng.

The atmosphere was a little subtle for a moment.

Mu Yucheng glanced at a trace of cool thin, on the Mu Ming unhappy eyes, light reply, "you think more, I'm just used to living in the suburbs."

"Yucheng, I know you've been blaming me. You can't let go of all these years."

Mu Ming's face is complicated.

"I have kept the Mu group for you all the time. No matter your second uncle or your aunt or your aunt, I have never given them a chance."

“……”

Mu Yucheng's facial features are cold and cold, and his mouth is slightly pursed, and he does not answer.

Listening to Mu Ming, "now that you have successfully become the president of Mu's group, can't you forget those things?"