"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen nodded as a formality.
"Mu, are you not coming to work this afternoon?"
Yang Qin saw him headed out with a lowered head and couldn’t help but ask. Their boss is certainly quite casual.
Mu Yichen stopped in his tracks, turned his head unwillingly, and looked at her with a troubled expression: "Do even you think I have too much free ti?"
"Uh! No! Not at all!"
Yang Qin quickly raised both hands and waved them vigorously. How could she dare say their boss has free ti?
"Not? Then what do you an?"
Mu Yichen approached and asked again.
Yang Qin was so scared by the sharp eyes below his furrowed brow that she was almost half-dead: "I just! Just felt that you haven’t co to work any afternoon lately!"
Yang Qin nervously answered.
Mu Yichen sighed irritably and then suddenly turned: "I’ll work this afternoon!"
Yang Qin was still standing behind the desk after he returned to the office, finally daring to cover the heart that had just jumped to her throat, gradually calming herself.
anwhile, Qin Mu was in the rest room and deliberately piled up so fabric, accumulating all by the bed near the wall.
Mu Yichen had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, so he couldn’t bear the ss on the bed and definitely wouldn’t lie down.
But...
She had waited for an entire afternoon, and sure enough, Mu Yichen hadn’t gone.
She didn’t accomplish anything, originally intending to draw, but feared she’d give up halfway when he said he’d co, so she stopped and kept waiting, later just holding onto her phone.
But despite waiting at the desk for half the day, there was no call from him, no WeChat, or any other ssage; he simply didn’t co.
Night had fallen, and after rubbing against the desk countless tis, Qin Mu finally decided to rise up, grab her bag, and head downstairs.
Xiaoi and Xiaoyan were just about to leave when they heard her footsteps coming down and curiously looked at her: "Almost forgot you were here, are you leaving?"
Qin Mu...
Since when did her presence beco so low?
"Yeah!"
She slowly descended the stairs until she noticed Xiaoyan and Xiaoi eyeing her, she then raised her gaze arrogantly: "Why are you looking at ? Don’t recognize anymore?"
"Just curious, you stayed upstairs for several hours without a sound, didn’t even ask to make you coffee, I really forgot you were there!"
"Pity you drove that expensive car of mine probably more than ten tis?"
Qin Mu glanced out the window at the car, reminding Xiaoi and then looked back at her.
Xiaoi...
"Let’s clock out!"
Qin Mu saw her jaw about to drop and proudly walked out with her bag slung over her shoulder, hands in pockets, quite dashing.
Xiaoi looked almost tearful and quietly said to Xiaoyan: "Oh no! I think I’ve offended the boss!"
"Haha! Good thing I didn’t say anything!"
Xiaoyan clamped her mouth shut after finishing, making Xiaoi even more fearful, her mouth corners pushing down hard.
Qin Mu drove ho, Huanhuan was already back and had proactively completed the howork assigned by the teacher.
While Chengcheng was sitting next to Huanhuan, holding the pen sowhat incorrectly, but already attempting to write the simple words in his sister’s book.
The siblings occupied half of the coffee table, writing with great seriousness.
There was a large desk upstairs, but this looked quite cozy.
The old man sat nearby, sipping tea while watching them write, occasionally giving pointers.
Qin Mu walked over placing her bag aside and bent to look, discovering Huanhuan’s handwriting was...
Growing harder to describe, whereas Chengcheng’s writing, despite his incorrect pen grip and stroke order, turned out quite pretty.
Huanhuan sensed a shadow over her head and raised it: "Mom! When did you get back?"
"Just now!"
Qin Mu said, then reached out to point at a character in Huanhuan’s grid: "Rewrite this one, follow the book’s stroke order, write one stroke at a ti!"
Huanhuan...
Chengcheng was listening seriously, even studying the character his mom pointed at, then took the initiative to start writing.
Huanhuan turned her head, seeing her brother wrote better than her, she promptly snorted in defiance, yet erased her just written character, rewriting a good one.
"This little girl is certainly strong-willed."
The old man watched and praised her approvingly.
"Grandpa! You should avoid praising her, I’ve noticed she’s been a bit overconfident lately."
Qin Mu sat down and then helped Grandpa refill his tea.
"Kids!"
The old man chuckled, cautious not to say more, fearing Huanhuan might take it to heart.
"Where are Mom and Dad?"
Qin Mu asked.
"Your father is at the factory, won’t be back for dinner tonight. Your mother is upstairs video-chatting with Qingxin, she didn’t want to disturb the kids studying, so she isn’t here."
The old man told her.
Qin Mu nodded, no need to ask, Mu definitely hadn’t co back.
"Call Yichen and ask if he’s returning for dinner. The recent afternoons he’s been ho, why did he suddenly not co today without even a call."
The old man abruptly ntioned Mu Yichen, asking Qin Mu to call him.
Qin Mu nodded: "Okay!"
She took her phone to the bathroom on the first floor, dialing over. After a few seconds, it was picked up on the other end.
Mu Yichen, of course, tid it right and picked up, finally receiving her call, wondering if she was still waiting at the studio.
"Hey?"
Mu Yichen answered with a sowhat proud tone.
"Grandpa asked to check if you’re coming back for dinner!"
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