Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Chapter 164 Visiting Wang Yanzhi

Because Helian Yun had some matters to take care of at the shipyard, Mu Yao asked Wei Wushang to go back to Shangjing with her.

Jiang Fuqiu was greatly shocked by Wei Wushang's expression.

A handsome young man, swaying in the willows in the spring moon.

He was wearing a silver sable grey cloud shirt, black hair and a golden crown. He had a majestic figure and a face like a jade. His smile was as bright as the moon, and he looked like a god. He seemed to be more handsome than the eldest son of the Helian family.

I heard that Mu Yao had six husbands, and the three of them that Fuqiu had seen were all more handsome than the other. A hint of sadness suddenly appeared between her beautiful brows.

His son was not outstanding in appearance at all, no wonder he had not yet won the heart of a beautiful woman.

Love begins with appearance, is respected for talent, is compatible with personality, lasts for a long time with kindness, and ends with character.

Shaoyou originally possessed all five items. Now, compared with Helian Yun and Wei Wushang, he seemed to be missing the most important one of the five items.

In Yunqi, there are too many monks and too little porridge. Without delicate facial features, who would have the time to understand the remaining four items?

Jiang Fuqiu stared at Wei Wushang blankly, unable to come back to her senses for a long time. The pain and sorrow in her eyes continued to reveal themselves, leaving Wei Wushang with a big question mark in his mind.

He first avoided the frightening sight and focused his attention on the street scene outside the car park.

After a cup of tea, Wei Wushang found that the gaze was still on him. He trembled his lips twice, suppressed the ripples on his face and looked at Jiang Fuqiu and asked, "Madam Jiang, are you feeling hot? How about I switch seats with you?"

Mu Yao was drowsy, and was wandering in the sky with her eyes half closed. When she heard Wei Wushang's words, she opened her beautiful eyes and said in a confused voice, "Madam Jiang, please take my seat. It's cool here."

It was her inconsiderateness that allowed the elder to sit in the center seat.

Jiang Fuqiu withdrew her gaze, smiled awkwardly and said, "No need, there is wind here." After that, she picked up a piece of apricot, put it in her mouth, closed her eyes and rested.

The mansion of Mopin Pavilion is one block away from Changdi Street. Mu Yao told Wei Wushang to go to his father's place and wait for her to come back, and he didn't need to go with her.

Wei Wushang didn't know about Wang Yanzhi's affairs. He just thought that Jiang Fuqiu wanted to have a casual chat with Mu Yao. Without thinking too much, he nodded and went back to the Taifu's residence first.

The words "Wang's House" are engraved on the plaque of Mopin Pavilion Mansion.

The building with three entrances and three exits and gray walls and green tiles is surprisingly large. The garden is full of pure white jasmine flowers, which are exquisite and fragrant.

The courtyard where Wang Yanzhi lived was called "Qingshuang Garden".

Mu Yao stopped and stared at it for a few breaths. Jiang Fuqiu smiled and said, "Shaoyou likes the scenery of frost flowers covering the shore as thick as snow, so he named it this."

Mu Yao nodded thoughtfully. Wang Yan looked cold on the outside, but he was actually very romantic on the inside, which surprised her.

Jiang Fuqiu asked Mu Yao to wait for a while in the outer room and then walked into the inner room.

Mu Yao sat at the table, admiring the jasmine flowers in the garden while eating the fruits on the table.

Mopin Pavilion is indeed the best calligraphy and painting pavilion in Dayun. Looking around, all the four treasures of the study and the paintings hanging on the walls are exquisite, and low-key luxury is everywhere.

It turns out that Wang Yanzhi has such a profound background.

Nearly an incense stick of time had passed, but Wang Yanzhi still hadn't shown up.

Mu Yao stood up and stretched her muscles a little, then paced twice in the yard and returned to the table to eat fruit.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Wang Yanzhi finally showed up.

"Shaoyou."

Mu Yao stood up and called his name softly.

He was dressed in white, with a red ribbon tied around his waist. His black hair was half tied up and fixed with a large red agate hairpin. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, but his face was particularly haggard, as if he was withered. His eyes were dim and lifeless, revealing only loneliness and dull pain.

Wang Yanzhi walked to a distance of ten feet from Mu Yao and stopped, staring at her without blinking.

He had been looking forward to this day for a long time. He had naively thought that he had a place in Mu Yao's heart, until he had been sick for so long and she hadn't made any move, and then he realized that it was all his wishful thinking from the beginning to the end.

One person holds an umbrella for two people to walk, but the person under his umbrella makes him distracted every day and he can't get her.

"You two can chat slowly." Jiang Fuqiu smiled with satisfaction, patted her son's arm, and left the yard. At first, the child didn't believe that she had invited Mu Yao. Thinking of his flustered look just now, Jiang Fuqiu somehow had Liu Baichuan's figure flashing through her mind.

Over the years, Liu Baichuan had been persistent in sending her this and that every now and then, returning them and sending them back to her again. Before she knew it, these "gifts of love" had filled up several courtyards.

Her son's desire for Mu Yao was no different from Liu Baichuan's desire for her. Jiang Fuqiu made a decision in her heart. If her son could successfully marry the beauty this time, she would fulfill Liu Baichuan's wish and marry him.