The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 165
Really rely on luck to get something good, or sell it without knowing the goods, or keep being compromised at a low price, or give it away by selling favors.

Rich people are still dreaming of life and death, and poor people are still working hard every day to make a living.

A person like Cen Mu who has stood at the top since birth, how can he understand real prosperity!
The real prosperity comes when people like them work hard and weave results, and when they see the results, they will reap the real joy and prosperity.

Instead of being squeezed by these three-six-six-six-five people in the midst of drunkenness and dreaming!

Of course, it was impossible for Cang Li to tell Cen Mu these words.

He wished that Haicheng would perish sooner.

And this little boy, just let him live in a dream.

He raised his eyes and followed Cen Mu's gaze to the distance.The crowd is bustling, really "lively"!

A chill flashed in his eyes, Cang Li sneered in his heart, and said indifferently, "I'm not familiar with Haicheng, but from what I've seen, it's prosperous."

Cen Mu smiled in a low voice, not the kind of pleasant laughter, with a bit of sarcasm, "Stand tall, everything looks good."

After checking the stove, after packing it up, Cen Mu turned around and walked towards the tower on the top of the mountain, "Let's go, it's time to go up, and you can come back early."

The snow on the mountain did not melt, Cen Mu walked very slowly, Cang Li kept thinking about what Cen Mu said.

This proud son, who has been held in his hand since he was a child, would actually say that kind of thing?
"Ah Li, have your mermaid bodies always been this cold?" Cen Mu's heater was already getting cold, but he kept it in his arms, and it was also contaminated by his body temperature.

"Yeah." Of course the sea water is always cold, but compared to the people of Haicheng, they don't feel cold.

Cen Mu stopped suddenly, he stood on the next step, turned around and was a head taller than Cang Li.

"Then if I hold you, will you feel the temperature?" Cen Mu suddenly reached out and took Cang Li's hand, the cold touch made Cen Mu shudder.

Cen Mu smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's really cold."

Cang Li didn't respond for a while, and let Cen Mu hold his hand.

He didn't know that the mermaid could feel the temperature.

The warm temperature seems to be the sun they went ashore in winter.

When Cang Li realized that the person in front of him was the person he hated the most, the young master of Haicheng City Lord's Mansion, he thought of pulling back his hand.

"A Li always has cold hands and feet, so how about I warm your hands in the future?"

Maybe it was because Cen Mu's smile was too warm at that time, as warm as the temperature from his palm.

He even forgot to withdraw his hand.

He only remembered that he, who never liked being touched, let Cen Mu lead him all the way to the top of the mountain.

He only remembered that Cen Mu smiled more happily, his brows and eyes curved: "In winter, I'll warm A Li up, and in summer, how about A Li cool me down?"

He just remembered saying, "Okay."

After waiting for many years, every time he recalled this scene, he couldn't help but burst into tears.One by one shark beads fell to the ground clangingly as if the thread had been broken.

But he could no longer feel that warmth.

Cold blood flowed on his body, except for that transformation, this was the first time he felt hot.

Even the heartbeat is unconsciously speeding up in the center of the chest.

It shouldn't be like this.

It can't be like this.

(End of this chapter)