The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 275: Chapter 274: Speaking More and More Pleasantly

Lu Mian looked at the print on the takeout bag, thinking of the hamburger she had just eaten, as a hint of puzzlement flashed through her almond-shaped clear eyes.

What a coincidence…

She only paused for a few seconds before withdrawing her gaze, and when she arrived downstairs, Xiao Qimo was already standing beside the car, waiting for her.

It was the same unassuming black car, with the “Weilan” logo hanging on the rear, and only those in the know could understand its worth.

Under the starry night sky, he wrapped his scarf about himself and waved to her.

He was very tall, standing out conspicuously even next to a line of personal vehicles of varying heights and models.

Bathed in the moonlight and stars, he exuded a faint halo, casually tucking one hand in his trouser pocket, embodying grace and handsomeness, like a noble figure from a traditional painting.

“Let’s go, time to go home.” As he spoke, a faint white mist exhaled from his mouth, shrouding his features in a blur.

Lu Mian’s lips curled up, and she stood on the restaurant steps, hopping down step by step, carelessly swinging over to Xiao Qimo, and teased, “Afraid of the cold and yet not waiting in the car?”

The “frigophobia” that had been seen through, Qimo pushed his glasses up, patted the rear of the car, “It’s cold inside too, I was preheating it.”

Guessing that the preheating time was about right, Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian got into the car respectively.

The man started the car and self-mockingly smiled, “Do you rarely see men who are afraid of the cold?”

Lu Mian, with her backpack in her arms, tilted her head to think for a moment and then replied honestly and obediently, “I haven’t interacted with many boys, so I don’t know.”

Xiao Qimo: “…”

The little devil’s speech was getting more and more pleasing!

Xiao Qimo drove very slowly and even quietly took a detour, Lu Mian knew it but didn’t say anything; she thought he must have something to do.

It was 8:30 PM, neither early nor late; the shops by the street were all still open.

After playing a few games on her phone, Lu Mian put it away, the car was filled with soft music, and the two of them chatted with the occasional comment here and there, not feeling awkward. She occasionally glanced at the street-side shops without much interest until her gaze lingered a few seconds longer on an antique calligraphy and painting shop.

Xiao Qimo keenly noticed this, immediately pulled over, and invited, “Shall we take a look inside?”

“…” Lu Mian understood that he had something to do. She nodded and went in with him.

When they came out again, they each had a scroll of calligraphy and painting, laughing and chatting as they got in the car and left.

Across the street, the steps of a young man and woman gradually halted.@@novelbin@@

Lu Xi looked across in confusion, watching the girl who had just gotten into the car, murmuring, “Mianmian?”

After saying this, he immediately explained to the gentle and graceful girl beside him, “That seemed to be my cousin, Lu Mian.”

Sheng Zijin gave a light hum, not noticing the girl, only focusing on the black car that was slowly driving away.

She was slightly surprised, that car, it came from Jinjing.

“Let’s go, let’s take a look over there.” Sheng Zijin pointed at the antique calligraphy and painting shop across the street, the same one the previous pair had just come out from. Without waiting for Lu Xi to nod, she gracefully adjusted the camphor wood case on her shoulder and strode across.

Lu Xi quickly followed. “This is quite heavy, let me carry it for you.”

“No need.” Sheng Zijin smiled and refused, “For such things, it’s more reassuring to carry it myself.”

The antique shop.

The owner hadn’t expected another couple of customers that evening, he cheerily pushed his account book and calculator to one side and walked over from behind the counter.

“Welcome, both of you.”

“We’re just looking.”

Sheng Zijin responded indifferently. She was from Jinjing and was very familiar with such antique shops, having visited many. A glance was all it took to discern the level of a shop.

She scanned around once and laughed.

A bunch of fakes.