Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

So, everything can only wait until Sheng Yuchen’s birthday tomorrow night...

Turning her head and glanced at the weather outside the window, even though she was separated by the thin curtains, the sun outside was shining and the autumn was high.

Mu Chuqing sighed for a long time, opened the quilt and got out of the bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains. As expected, the sky outside was really good.

The weather was good, and Mu Chuqing's mood became clear. After washing, she went downstairs in a good mood.

The servant saw her coming down and greeted her. Mu Chuqing first asked, "Where is Doudou?"

"Little lady is playing on the swing in the yard." The servant replied respectfully.

Mu Chuqing nodded, turned and went into the kitchen.

While eating breakfast, I discussed tomorrow’s dishes with the chef, and some complicated dishes. Mu Chuqing has decided that he has to pickle in advance at this time?

All these things came from the kitchen lady. She was bored, glanced at the sky outside through the kitchen window, rolled her eyes, walked out of the kitchen and walked into the elevator.

This time she didn't go upstairs, but pressed the "-1" floor to the basement.

The basement is almost always a storage room. If you say it is a basement, it is not exactly. You can see the ground behind the villa. Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as a semi-basement.

The basement is equipped with voice-activated lights, so you can walk without obstacles.

The air remembers that the wine has a strong aroma, and then it is mixed with the smell of something old.

Mu Chuqing walked to the end of the corridor, and there was a bright natural light coming in at the end, so the air here is much better than before, and the humidity is lower.

Mu Chuqing stopped at the very end of the room, stretched out his hand and opened the door, and a scent of books came to his face.

Mu Chuqing took a deep breath. She liked the smell of Chen Shu very much. A faint natural and elegant fragrance was very soothing.

This is a bookshelf. The room is very large. The bookshelves are five meters high, and they are arc-shaped against the wall for a full circle. Then the other bookshelves are lower than the other, and they are stepped together.

This is simply a sea of ​​books!

In the center, there is a huge round table with a large solid wooden table. The table is very large and covered with a long piece of white paper.

Mu Chuqing was puzzled for a while, did not understand what the white paper meant, walked on the side of the table, stretched his neck and glanced at the white paper for a long time, and saw that it was densely packed with dots of stains!

It seems that it is probably not a priceless calligraphy and painting!

A little disappointed in her heart, she retracted her gaze and stood up straight. While retracting her neck, her arm was retracted, and she accidentally touched something on the side of the table.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold her in surprise, but turned her head to find that the few jars placed next to the pen holder that were almost hit on the ground by her were all high-quality glue.

Looking at the white paper again, he seemed to understand that the stain on it should have been rubbed on it when it was stuck.

Mu Chuqing raised her eyebrows and didn't care too much. Thin sheets of paper could easily be damaged, so it's no big deal to put a few cans of glue in the library.

Mu Chuqing turned around, turned around, took a few foreign masterpieces at random, and walked out the door with the book in her arms. When she turned around and closed the door, she involuntarily glanced at the desk, her eyebrows Silk doubts.

That position is where Sheng Yuchen often sits, right?

So, what is it that has to be glued by his own hands?