Gu Erbai's Pastoral Life

Chapter 182 I am under Wanjun, the words are dyed with ink
In front of the sedan chair, San Nu couldn't help but pause the hand holding the horse rope when he heard the sound, and turned his head to look at the young master with doubts on his face.

Did he hear correctly?When encountering this kind of thing, the young master never gets out of the car and leaves it to him to take care of everything. This time he actually asked to let the sedan chair go?

"Hurry up, didn't you hear Lord Wanjun speak?"

A girl near the sedan chair seemed impatient to wait, and urged him repeatedly.

"Here."

However, when San Nu realized it, the car curtain had already been lifted by a thin and slender hand.

Seeing the situation, Gu Erbai stretched out his head to look carefully. When he saw the hand, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, as if... this hand had been stretched out in front of him before.

However, at that time, it should appear even paler, perhaps because...

Gu Erbai slowly raised his head, looked up from the bottom, and suddenly understood why he felt familiar.

The hand looks paler because it was under the moonlight at that time.

This man named 'Wan Jun' is actually... Mo Ran?
Through layers of crowd, Gu Erbai looked at him, and he also looked at Gu Erbai.

When the eyes of the two met, Gu Erbai smiled awkwardly as if he had caused an oolong.

These girls probably connected to the wrong phone.

"Wan Jun Wan Jun~"

Under the sedan chair, cheers from all the girls came.

Wan Jun staggered his eyes on Gu Erbai, nodded slightly, and got out of the carriage gracefully.

"Wan Jun! I really like the clothes you designed for me last time."

The pink girl squeezed in front raised her head and smiled happily at him.

"Wan is ashamed. She doesn't remember designing clothes for the girl herself. The girl may have bought a fake."

Wan Jun smiled politely at her, the words in his words were obviously choking words, but when they were spoken from that gentle voice, they were as touching as coaxing soft words, and made people feel ashamed.

"what……"

When Miss Fen heard this, she silently lowered her head with some self-reproach. She actually bought a counterfeit product and didn't support the genuine one. What face does she have to follow Master Wan!

"Wan Jun Wan Jun~ Help me design a set of clothes. My father said that as long as you design it yourself, you can pay as much money as you want!"

Behind him, the red girl squeezed the pink girl out, impatiently put her hands together on her chin, and flattered him with starry eyes.

"Wan is not talented and has limited inspiration. She is not driven by money to create. I am afraid that I will disappoint the girl's kindness."

Wan Jun's brows and eyes were slightly curved, and he still had a very polite appearance, but he was always a little distant, neither appearing to be inaccessible, but also silently rejecting people thousands of miles away.

This kind of skill cannot be achieved by people without certain experience.

"what……"

The red girl also lowered her head in regret, and blamed herself very sadly. She actually used superficial money to belittle Master Wanjun's talents. It is really too superficial, so she won't leave a bad impression on Master Wanjun, right? ?
In front of the carriage, San Nu smiled honestly. He liked to watch the young master's little words and quick words, and he was so eager to get rid of this group of chattering little girls.

"Anyone else have questions?"

After Wan Jun finished speaking, his shallow and cool eyes unintentionally glanced at the woman who was disheveled in the wind.

Sure enough, as long as it is her, even if she wears the most tacky green, she can easily stand out from the crowd.Eye-catching.

"Quickly ask, Young Master is in a hurry, so I left without asking..."

Seeing that the girls did not dare to speak casually to offend their idols, San Nu stood there in a daze, came over and waved, and could not help raising the car curtain triumphantly.

For a moment, there was no sound at all.

Wan Jun's eyes drooped slightly, and the dim eyes were even more gloomy.

After not seeing him for a few days, she seemed to have forgotten that he existed.

Thinking about it, the man turned around and stepped into the carriage with some emotion on his face.

"Slow down! Young Master, please stay!"

Behind him, when it was said that it was so fast, a woman's Qinglingling voice suddenly sounded.

Wan Jun was stunned suddenly when he heard the words, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"May I ask if you have a younger brother named Mo Ran?"

Looking at his back, Gu Erbai raised his voice curiously.

They are so similar, so fucking similar, even the voice, movement, expression and voice are almost the same. She has never seen such similar twins in modern times, but she met them in ancient times.

Wan Jun and Mo Ran both belonged to Wanjia Yizhuang, and they were born exactly the same. What a wonderful coincidence, they must be brothers.

The man's back stiffened imperceptibly.

Then, he turned around slowly, facing the woman three floors away, cupped his hands slightly, with a half-smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Girl Hui, I'm Xia Wanjun, the words are dyed with ink."

Gu Erbai, "..."

Come on, there are still words!

(End of this chapter)