My Third Gentleman

Chapter 932 R country knowledge (5)

However, just as Wushuang took Mu Jinchen's hand and was about to leave, a man with braids and a stubborn face, a typical street artist, ran over from the other end of the long street, wide open, slightly old and decadent. She looked at the woman in front of her in disbelief.

After seeing Wushuang's face clearly, the takeaway box in his hand staggered to the ground, and his lean and trembling hand wanted to touch Wushuang, and was quickly pulled away by the sharp-eyed Mu Jinchen.

The artist’s Qingming eyes seemed to slide out, and he was squirming the corners of his lips, and his husky voice from excessive smoking called out the name that seemed to be hidden deep in his soul, "Mu Xue..."

I don’t know if it’s because of this "Muxue" or the emotion in his eyes. In short, Wushuang was called stupid. She stood firmly in the original plan, looked at him correctly, and said no to a word. come out.

Mu Jinchen glanced at the person coldly. Thinking of Xia Muxue's wanderings over the years, he had heard that she seemed to be looking for someone. In a moment, he could almost confirm the identity of this person.

"You got the wrong person!"

After falling down these five words, Wushuang, who was still in a daze, walked towards the front.

The man chased after him and said reluctantly, "No, I won't admit it, she is Mu Xue, she is Mu Xue..."

Seeing that his hand was about to touch Wushuang again, Mu Jinchen quickly separated the people, the coldness in his eyes became stronger, and his aura was released a lot, "This gentleman, please take care of yourself. Look at the woman in your painting. To say less about his costume, it was also decades ago. My husband is in her early twenties, so how could she be the woman in your painting?"

There are many artists. Hearing Mu Jinchen's words, his head instantly reacted, "So you know her at least, otherwise, how would you know that Mu Xue is the woman in the painting?"

Mu Jinchen looked at him indifferently, without even blinking his eyes, "This question of you is really ridiculous. The woman in the picture is similar to my wife. You saw my wife react like this just now. Is it hard to guess? ?"

The artist saw that Mu Jinchen did not look like a liar, and the woman in front of him was indeed a bit similar to Xia Muxue, but she didn’t seem to look like that. He took a deep breath and asked again, “You really don’t know each other. she was?"

"We don't know who you said she is, sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Mu Jinchen left this sentence, and he hugged Wushuang without turning his head back. Wushuang wanted to look back at the man, but Mu Jinchen held his head on his head and shook his head invisibly.

The art room looked at the back of the person in the dream, and muttered to himself, "How can there be people who are so similar in this world? Is it rare that people have similarities?"

After a long while, a light flashed in his forehead. Could it be Mu Xue's daughter?

But soon he shook his head again to deny his thoughts, and muttered to himself again, "A person like Mu Xue who is pure and pure, she has me in her heart, so naturally she will not marry someone else."

Thinking of this, he walked back to the mural again, picked up the takeaway box that had just fallen on the ground, patted the dust on it lightly, and sat cross-legged directly on the ground, facing the woman in the painting, enjoying himself. To eat.

After a while, he seemed to think of something, put down the lunch box in his hand, immediately got up and took the painting tools on the side, and added to the mural he had painted for ten days...

(End of this chapter)