The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 175
"Third Young Master, it's cold outside, you'd better go home early." The housekeeper told the coachman that the Young Master was not in good health, so he asked him to go back home earlier.

"No, it's so hot, I can walk over with Ah Li." Cen Mu opened his mouth, and of course the driver didn't dare to talk anymore.

Xin Yaxuan is not far from the San Gongzi's mansion, the coachman thought for a while and said: "San Gongzi, then you should come back earlier."

Cen Mu came out early, and the street market is still busy, so the driver probably wants to go find some good things to bring back to his wife and children.

Cen Mu nodded, "Go home now, spend time with your family earlier, and have a good meal."

The coachman grinned, his sincere and simple smile made Cang Li feel very dazzling.

"Thank you, Third Young Master, I'm leaving first."

Cen Mu nodded and watched the carriage gradually go away, then turned around and asked Cang Li, "Do you want to go around?"

"Listen to the third son." The voice was calm, neither surprised nor happy.

"Heh..." Cen Mu chuckled softly, then suddenly turned around and pushed Cang Li against the pillar behind him, "A Li, you are really annoying sometimes!"

Very much like that person!

Extremely indifferent!

But, it just so happened that this body's feelings fell involuntarily from the first time I saw him.In front of everyone, he can only pretend to be superior and indifferent.

But Cang Li, why...

Why!

Why can you always not care.

"Third Young Master, you've drunk too much." Cang Li was pushed against the pillar, his eyes were lowered to see Cen Mu's blushing, watery eyes staring at him, and he could bite his red lips as long as he lowered his head.

He thought, but his reason restrained him.

"I'm not drinking too much! I know what I'm doing!"

With the smell of alcohol on it, Cen Mu exhaled a strong aroma of alcohol, which intersected with Cang Li's nostrils, and it was unknown who's breath was messed up first.

Cen Mu was shorter than Cang Li, and grabbed Cang Li's skirt with all his strength, but his lips could only reach his chin.

"Sometimes, I really want to tear off your indifferent face to see if you can laugh or cry! You always seem to be wearing a mask..." Cen Mu stretched out his hand , Gently stroking the face of Shang Li.

Warm fingers touched Cang Li's cold cheek, and Cang Li's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

Then he said slowly in a bone-chilling voice: "Third Young Master, I am a shark slave, a shark slave who was captured by you. If it weren't for you, I am still living in the sea with my companions, what do you want me to do?" Laughing? And me, a slave now, what right do I have to cry?"

The warm hand was withdrawn from his face, Cen Mu's eyes became clearer, and his hand was retracted into the cloak again.

After taking two sharp breaths of the cold wind, Cen Mu smiled: "Sorry, I drank a little too much."

He led the way to the bustling market, the crowd gradually became bustling, but he seemed to be the only one.

one person……

Cang Li resisted the urge to bring the person in front of him into his arms, his cheeks tensed, and he didn't open his mouth until Cen Mu stopped in front of a candy man stall.

The voice was a bit hoarse, and it seemed to be choked up, Cang Li cleared his throat, and asked: "Isn't the third son going back home?"

Cen Mu ignored Cang Li, looked at the lifelike figure, and took out money from his pocket, "Boss, make me a sugar figure like him."

He pointed at Cang Li, his gaze still fixed on various patterns curiously.

"Okay." The boss took the money and took a look at Cang Li, "My lord, your mermaid is really beautiful."

　[I'm sorry, cuties, my mobile phone is written in Jiugongge, sometimes I write wrong characters (crossed out) I'm gong, thank you cuties for reminding me of typos]

　　
　
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