"Dad, Dad, Mom’s out again!"
The father and daughter were just about to hang up the call when Qin Mu ca out, having taken off her coat and rolling up her sleeves to find sothing in another room. Huanhuan held up the phone and focused on her. Qin Mu intended to educate her but thought of Mu Yichen, so she straightforwardly walked into another room.
Mu Yichen looked at her great figure and reluctantly ended the call with his daughter.
Self-inflicted torture, that’s what this video was.
Later, Huanhuan really ran to the room, clutching the door and calling out to Qin Mu: "Mom, Dad really said he misses you, he just said it before you ca back."
"Hmm!"
Qin Mu responded, then carried a box out of the door.
"Mom, don’t you miss Dad? Why don’t you video call him too? He’s all alone at ho, so pitiful!"
Qin Mu thought, he’s not pitiful at all, with so many old n waiting to give him daughters, and there’s that journalist too.
Now that the elders have co over, there’s no one in Rongcheng who can criticize him, he’s having the ti of his life.
"Mom, Mom!"
Huanhuan followed her like a butterfly, flitting back and forth, making Qin Mu dizzy.
"Huanhuan, don’t you have anything else to do? Did you finish the two ancient poems I told you to recite today?"
Qin Mu couldn’t stand her incessant chatter and had to ’kindly’ remind her of this important task.
"Grandma said I don’t have to recite them now, I can do it whenever I feel like it."
With one sentence, the woman who was about to co out from the room was so startled that she didn’t manage to step out, thinking this little girl even learned to complain.
"Okay then! Can you go play on your own and stop darting around in front of ?"
Qin Mu halted, confronting the little girl standing across from her.
"Alright! Mom, you’re really not cute like this!"
Huanhuan pouted as she left.
Qin Mu thought to herself, how old is she and still wants to be cute? She would like to be cute too, if only she could manage it.
After she returned to her room, Feng Fanghua finally ca out from her own room and softly called Huanhuan: "Sweetheart, co play downstairs with Grandma!"
"Grandma, should I start reciting the ancient poems?"
"Then go ahead and recite! Actually, the important thing is to understand their aning."
Feng Fanghua couldn’t refrain from saying more, as she always felt the child was too young and there was no rush.
So friends always compare their own kids to others’ in terms of knowledge and talents, but Feng Fanghua disagreed and never went along with them. All the children need is a happy childhood, and nothing more.
Hu Xiaoyan and Hu Xiaobin didn’t arrive until the next evening. After booking a hotel, they followed the address Qin Mu gave them to find Qin Mu’s place.
By then, Qin Mu had already finished the wedding dress perfectly.
"I didn’t realize you live in such a remote place."
After Hu Xiaobin entered her house and exchanged pleasantries, he couldn’t help but speak candidly.
"It’s quite nice here, very peaceful. Designers, writers, and artists seem to like staying away from the hustle and bustle."
Hu Xiaoyan quickly added.
"That’s true! Our house is the sa!"
Hu Xiaobin chid in, for they indeed lived in a very secluded place, even more so than any wealthy person.
"Wow! Is this my wedding dress?"
The wedding dress hung on the model inside, with the train still in the box and not yet laid out, so Hu Xiaobin was a bit dissatisfied with the lower part but didn’t say anything right away, just looking at the front: "Wow! This is the first entirely handmade wedding dress I’ve ever seen!"
Qin Mu subconsciously touched her fingers, then smiled slightly: "Because my apartnt is too small, I kept the train put away. I’ll take it all out when you try it on later."
"Is it a detachable wedding dress?"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but ask.
"Since you wanted a very long train, I made a detachable one."
Qin Mu explained.
"Wow!"
"Why don’t you sit for a while! I have coffee and tea here, the tea is quite good, the coffee is instant, which would you like?"
"Let’s go with tea!"
Hu Xiaoyan said.
"Do you have any drinks? Coke is fine!"
Hu Xiaobin asked as he sat down, not at all reserved.
"I do have two cans of Coke! The tea will take a little bit longer, okay?"
Qin Mu went to the kitchen to make tea, grateful she brought so tea leaves from the villa yesterday, originally intended for Jian Yan, but didn’t expect it to co in handy now.
As for the coffee, she used to have a coffee machine, but since she no longer lived there, and the studio’s coffee machine broke, hers was moved to the studio here.
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