"Qinqin!"
Xiaoi called out to her a bit nervously, and only then did Qin Mu lift her eyes: "I said my father is not like Wu Dashan, Wu Dashan can’t possibly compare to my father, right?"
Qin Mu asked her softly, with sothing glistening in her eyes that seed not like tears, but pain.
"Of course!"
Xiaoi nodded, then walked over, circled around the desk to her side, and gently hugged her: "Of course not the sa, your mother’s departure was an accident, that crazy woman just wants to provoke a war between you and your father, you mustn’t fall for it."
Qin Mu didn’t say anything more, just tightly hugged Xiaoi’s waist, leaning into her embrace.
These old matters, Qin Mu had long called them past in her heart.
Until that afternoon, when soone once again reminded her of those past events, Qin Mu gritted her teeth fiercely, to avoid shouting like mad just like that woman.
In the evening, Mu Yichen returned ho after nine o’clock, only the old man sat on the sofa in the living room, so he walked over and sat down: "Why are you here alone?"
"Your parents went to coax Huanhuan and Chengcheng to sleep, Mumu said she wants to edit photos, she’s in the study now."
The old man’s eyes were fixed on the TV, completely ignoring others.
Mu Yichen sat for a minute then stood up: "Then I’ll go upstairs too!"
"Mumu seems a bit unhappy today, will you go check?"
The old man’s eyes were still fixed on the TV, but he spoke sincerely.
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen listened and initially didn’t understand, but later agreed casually and went upstairs to the study.
Qin Mu was engrossed in editing, Mu Yichen couldn’t see any signs of unhappiness on her face.
"You’re back!"
It was Qin Mu who, after half a minute, finally raised her eyes to greet the man standing in front of her.
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen didn’t say much, just stood by the desk, one hand in his pocket, the other lifted to hold her chin up.
Qin Mu blinked in confusion: "What’s wrong?"
"Grandpa said you seed a bit unhappy tonight, why can’t I see it?"
Mu Yichen squinted at her, eyes full of curiosity.
"I was a bit unhappy initially, but it’s all in the past now!"
Qin Mu replied, keeping her chin up, not in a hurry to lower her gaze.
"Oh? So what made you unhappy and what helped you move past it?"
Mu Yichen slightly bowed his head, very seriously looking at her.
"Of course it’s because of ho, it’s so warm at ho, not suitable for negativity."
"Co on, tell , what was wrong!"
Mu Yichen stepped forward, half sat on the desk in front of her, and pulled her hands to place them on his legs.
Qin Mu’s chair slid back a bit, she looked down at their clasped hands, their rings, wonderfully crafted and matching perfectly.
"Wu Jiaojiao ca to see ! She stood opposite the studio all morning until she fainted and was taken to the hospital, then she ca to see in the afternoon again."
Qin Mu spoke, such matters do not require him to hear from her studio mates, she could deliver the ssage accurately.
Mu Yichen frowned slightly, the hand holding her chin also slowly dropped: "Then? What did she say?"
Mu Yichen asked her because she seed excessively calm.
"She said my father is just like her father, both using power to toy with won, but I told her, my father is not like her father!"
Qin Mu answered him sincerely, her eyes filled with righteousness.
"Certainly not the sa!"
Mu Yichen also replied.
"I just hate her, did she co looking for you? Recently?"
"She did!"
Mu Yichen stood quietly in front of her, softly answered.
"Did you see her?"
Mrs. Mu was slightly nervous.
"No! Mrs. Mu doesn’t allow it!"
Mu Yichen said, gazing at her tenderly without blinking.
"Indeed Mrs. Mu does not allow it!"
Qin Mu stood up, then lifted her hand to hold his face, tilted her head to kiss his lips.
In the past, perhaps she could say she didn’t care, was indifferent, but now, she certainly does not allow it. Even if the entire Wu Family faces a dead end, she won’t allow her husband to help.
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly, with his forehead against hers: "Missed ?"
"A lot!"
Qin Mu’s voice lowered further, after responding she slightly raised her eyes to look at him, Mu Yichen couldn’t help but hook his arms around her waist, pulling her between his knees, embracing her in a loving kiss.
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