Chapter 30 The fake can be confused with the real one
Ruan Xiangxiang couldn't help but raise her thumb: "Mu Nan is still thoughtful. Wait, I'll get it."
"Wait a minute." Ruan Xiangxiang was about to leave, but was stopped by Chu Munan.
"What else?"
Chu Munan waved.
Ruan Xiangxiang was slightly frightened. The way this boy waved his hands did not look like a twelve or thirteen year old boy at all. He looked more like a seasoned conspirator.
Moreover, there was some kind of magic in his waving hand, making people unable to help but follow his movements.
When Ruan Xiangxiang reacted, she had already walked to the bed.
Chu Munan patted the bed board with his right hand and motioned for Ruan Xiangxiang to sit down.
Ruan Xiangxiang couldn't understand why she, a big boss in the apocalypse, had to listen to the instructions of a little kid.
But she finally sat in the seat designated by Chu Munan.
Chu Munan suddenly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. The handkerchief was already stained with some blood.
He frowned slightly and folded the veil, hiding the blood and exposing the white area.
Chu Munan took the handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on Ruan Xiangxiang's face.
Seen from a close distance, his eyes are clearly black and white, his long eyelashes are black and curled, and the curve at the end of his phoenix eyes is as if they were traced with ink lines. Even at such a close distance, they are so perfect that no one can fault them.
Come.
"Dong dong dong..."
Ruan Xiangxiang heard her heart beating wildly.
She subconsciously turned her head away, but the next second, Chu Munan's slender bamboo-like hands suddenly lifted her chin.
"do not move."
Chu Munan whispered.
At his age, his voice has not yet started to change, and his voice is that clear type.
That gentle tone was completely inappropriate for his age.
Ruan Xiangxiang was still reviewing why she was so fascinated by a young boy, but Chu Munan had stopped moving.
He put away the handkerchief with a calm expression and said with a smile: "Okay, you looked like a dominatrix just now. It would be strange if you don't scare people to death if you continue like that."
Ruan Xiangxiang burst into laughter, and she quickly went out. Before going downstairs, she took a look at the stairs and found that there were no guests downstairs, so she ran downstairs with a "dong dong dong".
She didn't close the door immediately, but ran behind the counter and found that there was a large yard behind it.
Under the eaves of the yard, there were two pieces of clothes hanging to dry.
Ruan Xiangxiang quickly took off one and put it on her body. She smoothed her hair, pulled off a waiter's hat and put it on her head.
After that, Ruan Xiangxiang went to the accounting room to get the account book, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and went upstairs to find Chu Munan.
Ruan Xiangxiang spread the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then carried Chu Munan to the chair next to the table.
"Mu Nan, lend me your medicine and I can revive my mother and Sanbao."
"No medicine is needed. The oil in the lamp is a quick-acting incense. There is no antidote for fainting. Just wait patiently for an hour and they will wake up on their own."
"Oh." Ruan Xiangxiang felt relieved and stood aside to watch Chu Munan write.
Chu Munan is indeed a scholar, and every move he makes shows the elegance of a scholar.
I saw him tugging on his sleeve and grinding it gently, then picked up the brush, dipped it in ink skillfully, and began to write on the white paper.
Originally, his writing posture gave people the impression that the words he wrote should be like flowing clouds and flowing water.
However, when he wrote it, it was crooked and ugly.
Ruan Xiangxiang was greatly disappointed. In a blink of an eye, she saw that the account book beside her was on the first page.
Aren’t Chu Munan’s crooked words exactly the same as it?
It's almost as if the fake is the real thing.
"Shopkeeper Cao!"
At this moment, a man's voice came from downstairs.
