1894: You have good taste

You have good taste

Mu Yuan could not help but look at the mirror at the side. The mirror reflected a prisoner's hairstyle and unkempt beard. He recalled that before he left today, his mother said that he had to shave his beard and tidy himself up. After all, he was going on a blind date with a girl. It was not a joke. He couldn't be too sloppy. Who knew that not only did he not shave, but he also cut his hair?1

Before going out, he had angered all the adults in the house. His biological parents had been rejoicing since young. They had obviously wanted to give birth to an ordinary and extremely handsome child, and they almost suspected that they had carried the wrong child. Today, they couldn't go against their conscience and say that he was very handsome and charming. Even his biological parents despised him, but outsiders actually thought that he was stylish?

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Were young ladies nowadays so sharp-eyed? Had she seen through his disguise and seen his inner beauty?

If she hadn't discovered his inner beauty, she really wouldn't understand why this girl would like this crew-cut man.

"You ..." Mu Yuan held it in for a long time and finally said,"you have good taste."

At first glance, he was a very cultured person. Through his sloppy appearance, she had taken a fancy to his inner beauty.

"I'm a model," Zhang Nian grumbled with a smile."I'm sure aunt mu has already told you. Don't worry about me, the modeling world isn't that messy. I usually do some local shows, mainly clothing shows and jewelry shows. Occasionally, I go to Fashion Week and do street photos. I'm quite famous."

She would say that the uncle was an officer with outstanding military achievements, so she couldn't be too inferior.

"You don't mind, do you?"

She heard that the military was a little biased against the entertainment industry and the modeling world. After all, there were some bad rumors in their circle. She could understand that as mu Yuan had always admired women and had a good attitude towards them.

"I don't mind, but ..."

"It's good that you don't mind!" The lady heaved a sigh of relief. She was straightforward and did not beat around the bush. She interrupted him,"I often see beautiful men on the runway. They are so exquisite that they are better looking than us girls. I don't like them. I like mature and charming people like you. You have a good figure too. You're much better than those young men who have a good figure."

Uncle?

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If the information is correct, you seem to be a year older than me, sister.

Mu Yuan forced a smile."Actually, I'm also quite ..."

Pretty boy.

He couldn't say it out loud. He had nothing to do with the pretty boy. He was a rough man in the military all year round. It was normal for him to have rough skin and flesh. Even if he had special white teeth and red lips, he was different from the slender pretty boy. A soldier had the physique of a soldier, and he had the atmosphere and righteousness. He didn't dare to compare himself to a pretty boy. If he really was, he would probably be thrown into the desert by his father to bask in the sun for a few months.

This was the first time both of them were going on a blind date. From miss Zhang, mu Yuan found out that he was actually a precious gem in the eyes of the ladies in the upper-class society. He was young and promising, and had a high military rank. It was extremely rare for him to have the military rank of major at his age. Even if he was born into the MU family, he would not have been promoted to the military rank of major if he did not have a series of military achievements. It was a system that relied on seniority. He had obtained the rank of major five or six years earlier than the average officer. He was about to become the general of the MU family's second generation. His future was boundless.

Such an outstanding young man was naturally the Golden lump in his mother-in-law's eyes.

Mu Yuan was silent for a moment."The madams are overpraising me. Actually, it's very hard to be a military wife. Don't be deceived."

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