When he received Zhao Huai’s phone call, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. In front of hundreds of people in the eting room, he didn’t even have ti to say a word before rushing out.
This kind of heart-stopping mont... he really can’t go through it a second ti.
Qin Mu felt that it might be because of what happened at noon, so she didn’t speak any longer.
"Qin Mu!"
He suddenly called out to her.
"Hmm?"
Qin Mu responded softly, her eyes silent under her long lashes, waiting.
"If one day you are seriously injured, don’t be afraid. I will be by your side. Even if I’m not there at the mont, I will rush to you as fast as I can. No matter life or death, don’t be afraid, I will never leave you alone!"
He suddenly looked at her, so deeply affectionate it could make one shed tears.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but choke up: "We won’t die!"
It was only when she spoke that she realized her voice was hoarse.
"Silly! Who doesn’t die?"
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly.
If she could, she hoped they would never discuss this topic again.
She knew the depth of his willingness to die with her, just like if he died, she couldn’t live alone in this world either. They were both selfish, deeply loving their children, but they loved each other even more, even if they didn’t easily express it.
Qin Mu thought, even if the two of them parted ways due to so misunderstanding, if one of them were to leave, the other wouldn’t live alone.
How could they let each other exist in loneliness? They would surely live well and grow old together, until their hair turned white, their teeth fell out, and they went to watch the sunset together with hunched backs.
Later, the two of them didn’t go straight ho. After buying so supplents at the supermarket, they first went to Zhao Huai’s place.
Xiaoi, who had just finished showering, went to open the door. She had ordered an ice cream for herself to eat later, not expecting Qin Mu and Mu Yichen to co.
"Qin, Qinqin!"
Xiaoi’s lips twitched awkwardly, barely managing to call out, wearing Zhao Huai’s big T-shirt and jeans, looking like a child in adult’s clothing, with her hair still wet.
Qin Mu stood at the door and subtly sized up Xiaoi, then quietly withdrew her gaze, looking at Xiaoi’s embarrassed expression: "Did we co at a bad ti?"
Qin Mu’s voice was very low, because she really was worried about disturbing sothing good.
"Ah? No! No! It’s not like that!"
Xiaoi ca to her senses, quickly waving her hand to indicate it wasn’t like that, then let them in.
Mu Yichen stood beside Qin Mu, unable to look, so he glanced inside. Zhao Huai had already co out, wearing pajamas.
Mu Yichen checked his watch; it was just before eight o’clock, these two...
Hadn’t Zhao Huai fractured a bone?
Heh heh!
Zhao Huai awkwardly cleared his throat, then smiled: "Why did you two co?"
"Of course to visit the wounded!"
Qin Mu said, placing the supplents on the table, along with a large bag of pork bones.
"Looks like we worried for nothing!"
Mu Yichen frowned as he sat on Zhao Huai’s couch, more casually than in his own ho, and gave Zhao Huai an unhappy look.
Qin Mu also glanced at Zhao Huai, but it seed her occupational habit kicked in.
"How about I send you a few sets of pajamas?"
"Ah?"
Zhao Huai was startled, his eyes widening as he looked at Qin Mu.
Xiaoi was also taken aback for a mont, then looked at Zhao Huai’s pajamas, not seeing anything wrong with them.
However, Zhao Huai and Mu Yichen evidently thought of sothing else, and Mu Yichen, displeased, turned to look at his wife.
Qin Mu looked at everyone and then asked: "These pajamas are famous, but aren’t they from three years ago? Wearing a pair of pajamas for three years is really too long!"
Qin Mu thought Zhao Huai was quite simple, not frequently changing clothes left and right. She suddenly found Xiaoi to be very negligent, turned to Xiaoi and said: "We work in fashion, why don’t you take clothes from our store for your boyfriend to wear?"
Xiaoi’s eye twitched: "Um, although our staff get discounts, don’t we still have to pay?"
"Don’t you always charge the clothes to my account?"
Qin Mu was puzzled. Last ti when Wang Li showed her the accounts, she distinctly saw several sets of clothes on her account that Wang Li said Xiaoi took.
Xiaoi...
"Um, um, but we can’t charge both of our clothes to you!"
Xiaoi said awkwardly, lowering her head and stifling a laugh, thinking, of course, I charge them to you. If I don’t, who would?
"Our studio has no rule that internal personnel have to pay for clothes. Tell which designer or assistant has ever been billed or paid for taking clothes? Have I ever said anything? In the future, all of Zhao Huai’s clothes, including pajamas, should be taken from the store!"
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