My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1182 The Wedding Eve (13)

"Compared with the grandfather's handwriting, it is still far behind. I was enlightened by grandpa when I was three years old. His old man always said that the handwriting is the second face of a person. Only when the handwriting is well written can we look good. I went to my grandfather. It hasn't fallen, and I will practice with Grandpa from time to time."

Wushuang said indifferently, but he was not modest. Mu Baichuan's words contained a kind of self-contained Taoist fairy wind, which was the accumulation of time and a long-term connection. Most people do not have this skill.

"Well, yes, listen, Haoer, you can't look at Luo with this face..."

"Grandpa..."

"Haha..."

Such a happy and peaceful atmosphere continued until Mu Zhilan sorted out all the betrothal gifts, and then began to divide the betrothal gifts to Jingyuan and Xiayuan in two separate ways.

The young couple returned to Jingyuan last night, so they followed Mu Zhenhua and Mu Yuhao back to Xiayuan.

And Mu Baichuan, who has always been admired by Jingyuan's darlings, went to Jingyuan with Mu Zhilan.

Jing Beitang did not expect that Mu Baichuan would come in person, and he was very happy now.

"Old chief, how can you bother your old man to come here in person?" Jing Beitang has been calling Xia Jingshan the old chief, but such a name does not seem conventional.

People are in a good spirit at happy events. Mu Baichuan puts a cane into the inner hall of Jingyuan with Zhao Zhiliangxu's help. His old and muddy but sharp eyes kept looking around, "I heard that Chen'er had said that Jingyuan's exquisiteness In the same way, today I came here really well, and Beitang has a pursuit."

Let alone this Suzhou garden-style overall building, the calligraphy and paintings, antiques and even the rosewood wooden tables placed in the living room are top grades once in a century. It is really better than the background, and Mu Mansion may not be comparable. However, before their two marriages, the name Jing Jia had never appeared in the upper circles of S City. It was really hidden in the city, and it was incredibly low-key.

Mu Baichuan dare to say that looking at the entire city of S, there is no comparable garden.

"The old chief laughed. Beitang is not talented. They are all things left behind by the ancestors. I just guarded them, but if I beg you, I will hand them over to Shuangshuangchen'er in the future."

Mu Baichuan nodded and stood in front of a classical literal. After a long time, he turned around and said, "When I knew Shuangshuang, I only knew that she was the grandson of Jingshan, but I didn't know what Jing's family was like."

Speaking of this incident, Jing Hongyuan and his wife both felt a little melancholy between their eyebrows. In the past, when they were separated, the person who suffered the most was Wushuang.

"The old chief, it's all Mu Xue's fault. Back then, she left Shuangshuang alone in the summer garden for some personal reasons..."

Xia Muxue hadn't finished her words yet, Mu Baichuan had already raised her hand to interrupt her, "Muxue, I don't want to mention anything back then. What kind of process a person needs to go through in his life is arranged by God. Yes, if the girl in Shuangshuang is not experienced in Xia Yuan, she has always been a princess in this Jing Yuan who is not familiar with the world. She lacks the toughness and forbearance that no one else in her body now has. Frankly speaking, my grandson with a higher eye may not necessarily I like it, the process is not important, now is the best ending."

Xia Muxue nodded gratefully. No one, including Wushuang, blamed her for her selfish decision back then. How lucky in this life to meet such a family, such a relative.

There will be a chapter before 12 o'clock, okay?

(End of this chapter)