Mu Jinchen curled his lips and touched her small cup, "It's a pleasure to cooperate. I may change my name to you Wushuang in the future. Do you mind?"

Wushuang paused as he put the tea cup to his lips, and the word "Wushuang" spilled from his lips, which seemed to be a bit lingering.

Then he smiled and said, "I don't mind, it's just a title."

Mu Jinchen nodded, "If you don't mind, you can just call me by my name."

Wushuang quickly put down the tea cup and waved his little hand, "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. Mr. Mu is much older than me, so I think it's better to call him..." Wushuang thought for a moment, "Let's call him Mr. Mu."

Qidong said that he preferred others to call him Mr. Mu. She called him Mr. Mu for a while, but sometimes she still couldn't change her voice and would blurt out "Mr. Mu" from time to time.

Mr. Mu is much older than me...

Mu Jinchen seemed to see a small arrow shooting directly into his heart. He had never cared about his age, no matter he was twenty, thirty years old, or forty years old, the years to him were just like annual rings.

Every year with just one more number is his best years.

But now, the girl in front of her feels that he is much older than her.

The distance of seven years is nothing to many people. However, he is a precocious person who has matured earlier than his peers since he was a child. He doesn't know whether the little girl in front of him is willing to face such a gap, which is not big or small.

Cross over.

Or...

Mr. Mu...

She has called me many times before.

Why does she have a different feeling when the same name is called in her mouth?

Her voice is a little sweet, but it's not that sweet. Instead, it's a little longer at the end, giving it a vaguely charming feel.

Or, she could always call him Mr. Mu, and let him, Mr. Mu, who is much older than her, lead her and lead her across this gap.

Mu Jinchen curled his lips, took a sip of tea, and then slowly said, "Wushuang, in fact, Mr. Mu is only six or seven years older than you. He is not much older than you."

After saying this, he went back to playing with the tea sets.

Wushuang's face turned red. She didn't mean that he was old. To be honest, no matter how old she was, she had never seen a more attractive man than him.

It's just that in her subconscious mind, she is the same generation as Mu Yuhao, and he is one generation older than Mu Yuhao. From the perspective of grandpa, he should be the same generation as her uncle, so she has the illusion that he is much older than her.

, and such impolite words just blurted out.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." Wushuang suppressed his blush, but didn't know how to explain it.

"Actually, Mr. Mu is good-looking, personable, and charming. You can't tell his age, really." Wushuang tried his best to save him, but the more he spoke, the redder his face became.

After listening to what the girl said, Mu Jinchen already laughed out loud. This little girl is really a lovely person.

"Well, there is no need to explain. My age is just a number. I have never minded it, but you must not put me in the position of an elder. There is no such relationship between us." About this.

One thing he had to correct.

Wushuang's green-white little hand stretched out in front of him again and waved, "No, no."

Mu Jinchen nodded, added some tea to each other, stopped continuing the topic, and turned to other elegant anecdotes that fit the occasion.

This little episode has finally come to an end.
Chapter completed!