Chapter 10

The Song family was so happy to hear that Master Mu was willing to dine at home. Master Song didn't need to tell them anything. The second and fifth aunts at home had already called their husbands to let them know.

The dinner was very grand, like an emperor's incognito visit to the homes of local gentry to show his sympathy for the people.

Knowing that Mu Qingliu was not an ordinary noble, Master Song was the only one to accompany him in the restaurant.

They prepared a table full of exquisite dishes, but it was difficult for the two of them to reach a consensus on the topic.

Old Master Song said with a smile, "Maybe I have a poor appetite, so you, Mr. Mu, can't enjoy your meal. If you don't mind, my grandson has always admired Mr. Mu's demeanor."

Otherwise, he wouldn't kneel in front of Mu Qingliu, spraying pink hearts crazily.

Mu Qingliu hit the nail on the head.

In fact, it's not that he is always used to being condescending, but Mu Qingliu has not been able to express the same emotions to others smoothly since he was a child. His frequent indifference easily creates a sense of distance.

The only thing he could do was to slightly curl the corners of his mouth, like wearing a sign that was tailored to the right place.

Mu Qingliu did not object to this hospitality. On the contrary, he didn't see Song He clearly just now.

Song He was like a puppy whose tail was stepped on. He covered his hot face and screamed and ran away.

Song He was sent in quickly. Even though he had prepared himself mentally, the moment he saw Mu Qingliu, he was still as red from head to toe as cooked shrimp. He was

somewhat immature and childish.

Although Mu Qingliu was addicted to various emotionally stimulating games in private, and the porcelain dolls in the basement filled two large display cabinets.

But from a deep perspective, he didn't like people who looked stupid. He

just wanted to take a closer look to see if the things on Song He's head were the same type as the things on his head.

It was easy to understand why Mu Qingliu was interested in this.

In the final analysis, it was because he was too rich, a lot of money, so much that it was completely unable to fill the spiritual world.

Before making all kinds of exquisite clothes and food for porcelain dolls, Mr. Mu had basically tried many activities all over the world.

He is smart, has a photographic memory, and has a learning level that is different from ordinary people.

So every time he learns a new thing, he will always reach a certain level quickly.

After such achievements increase, no corresponding emotions are aroused at all.

Mu Qingliu has never shed tears, sighed, or been troubled by anything. Never worry about money, the weather, or whether Mu's enterprise will go bankrupt one day.

It is definitely an arrogant statement to describe him as perfect.

But he is really too perfect, like a porcelain that has been fired to be airtight, flawless and without any flaws.

Speaking of this, Mu Qingliu's porcelain dolls are all works of art made by himself after research.

...

If people are in a dilemma without new pursuits for a long time, living, which is the most important thing for human beings, will become a long-term burden.

In order to ensure the quietness and normality of the family, Song Yin's room was strictly guarded tonight to prevent someone from provoking the vegetative person. The door gap and window were sealed with transparent glue to prevent strange complaints from finding gaps to drill out.

Everything is ready, only the lovers are missing to finally get married.

Dinner was light.

During the meal, Master Song glared at Song He several times. The usually smart and clever grandson suddenly turned into a wooden block, only concentrating on competing with the chicken puree on his plate.

Master Song held his forehead and thought that maybe I was old and my eyes were blurry. How could I think He He had a crush on Mu Qingliu?

Mu Qingliu was completely inferior to the meaty aroma on the plate.

Mu Qingliu enjoyed the meal and sincerely affirmed the chef's skills.

Master Song pushed Song He to see off Boss Mu. Song He's embarrassment finally eased a lot, and he followed Mu Qingliu's steps to the car.

Song He then carefully observed Mu Qingliu's back.

Typical golden proportions, inverted triangle figure.

Song He studied fine arts and knew how to observe the proportions of the human body.

Mu Qingliu was very tall, about 193 cm, but his legs were obviously 15 cm longer than his waist. His suit pants were close-fitting, which perfectly modified his straight legs.

Mu's back was also very straight. He must have practiced swordsmanship and archery since he was a child, or he also rode regularly. The triangle formed by the three points of his neck, shoulders and hips was evenly proportioned.

His hair, facial features, and skin were also the most classic examples of figure painting in art class.

However,

Song He felt that people who were too perfect could not be considered real people.

Real people have flaws and defects. For example, every porcelain must have a place reserved for air holes, otherwise it will explode during the high-temperature quenching process.

Just as he was thinking about Mu Qingliu, Mu Qingliu suddenly looked back. The height difference between the two allowed Song He to see Mu Qingliu's clear jawline and angular lips in the outline of light and darkness.

Mu Qingliu said slowly, "I don't have the kind of feelings you are worried about, and I won't have them in the future."

Song He: "@#!)?!!"

Song He smiled, "Then I have to thank you first!"

Mu Qingliu looked up at Song He's head again.

Clean and refreshing hair swaying in the wind.

How could there not be any?

Mu Qingliu felt a little regretful.

...

He actually felt...

regretful?

Song He didn't notice that Mu Qingliu didn't look at him at all, and he just kept saying, "My family is nice, they don't have any bad intentions..."

He thought about it and realized that his statement was problematic. He was basically telling Mu Qingliu: Yes, my family likes you. He

immediately changed his words and said, "Anyway, thank you for staying for dinner and making them give up completely."

It didn't seem right either.

Song He was so tongue-tied that he was about to pull out his hair.

Mu Qingliu nodded slightly, "Goodbye."