His Beloved Treasure Chapter 1965 - 564: Coaxing Him

"Yes!"

Qin Mu imdiately shouted, turned around, and sprinted back to him, not forgetting to look up and give him a silly smile.

Mu Yichen...

"Don’t be angry! Even though I was really happy eating instant noodles, I promise, in the future, without your permission, I won’t even touch them, no, I won’t even look at them!"

Qin Mu sincerely promised Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen looked at her, his eyes, like twinkling stars, had no strength left to scold her: "Next ti, call earlier, let cook for you."

"Okay, okay!"

Qin Mu nodded, no need to be polite with her husband.

Mu Yichen also smiled, seeing her imdiately turn and run back to her place, he no longer had any bla in his heart.

This noon, Mu Yichen was Qin Mu’s gift.

——

In the morning, the sun slowly erged from behind the mountains, a fiery red.

It seed like a nice day, when Qin Mu and Mu Yichen went to work, they also dropped Huanhuan and Chengcheng off to learn sothing, finally, Mu Yichen dropped Qin Mu off at the studio.

"The car will be fixed today, no need to pick up tonight!"

After getting out of the car, Qin Mu spoke to him through the window.

"Alright!"

Mu Yichen responded and drove away.

Qin Mu, carrying a maroon square crossbody bag today, watched Mu Yichen’s car slowly disappear into the distance before she turned to leave.

"Mrs. Mu!"

As she was about to enter the studio, a woman in a blue dress erged from between a few cars not far away; Qin Mu turned her head and saw it was Zhang Hongyun.

"I have sothing to tell you!"

Zhang Hongyun approached, gripping her handbag tightly, and gave Qin Mu a slight nod.

"If you have sothing to say, say it here!"

Qin Mu spoke faintly.

"You know Mu has hired a new secretary, right? That woman nad Yang Qin."

Zhang Hongyun said.

"If what you’re about to say is what I think it is, then you don’t need to waste your breath, I won’t accept anyone trying to drive a wedge between my husband and , goodbye."

Qin Mu gave her another look, feeling a bit sour, and wanted to leave.

"A wedge? What if it’s true? On what grounds is Yang Qin allowed to be Mu’s secretary? She’s never worked at headquarters, so why is she allowed to replace Xi ng upon returning? Haven’t you thought about all this?"

Qin Mu found it amusing, why would a young girl have her head full of such unclean thoughts?

Qin Mu glanced at her, her gaze not as cold as before, but sharper.

"I am fully aware of all this, there’s just no need to explain to you,—besides, I don’t want to see you at our studio again, please leave promptly."

As Qin Mu said this, her gaze was chilling, with a slight glance, the corner of her eye caught Xiang Hang already getting out of his car and walking this way, so she went in first.

"Mrs. Mu, don’t be too arrogant, let tell you, people in this world can be generally divided into two types, those who strive to reach the top, and those born with disabilities, don’t think of these people as too innocent."

Zhang Hongyun couldn’t help but straighten her back, speaking ’righteously’ to Qin Mu.

"Miss Zhang, please leave!"

Xiang Hang had co up to her, slightly raising his hand, signaling Zhang Hongyun to leave.

"What are you? How dare you kick out?"

Zhang Hongyun glanced at him with contempt, her tone disdainful.

"I’m nothing, but if Miss Zhang doesn’t leave, I will personally escort you out."

Xiang Hang smiled slightly, maintaining good manners with won.

"You... watchdog!"

Zhang Hongyun was peeved, knowing she couldn’t beat this man, so she hurled an insult at him and went to her car.

Watchdog?

Xiang Hang stood there without moving, thinking the term didn’t quite fit since he wasn’t a doorman.

Zhang Hongyun backed her car out and found Xiang Hang blocking the way; she unhappily honked the horn hard.

Xiang Hang turned to look at her, though a layer of tinted glass was between them, he could still see her clearly and quite harmlessly.

However, Zhang Hongyun didn’t notice him taking sothing out of his pocket, only seeing him throw it into the air, he then stepped aside, and at the sa ti, things began to fall to the ground.

The sunlight made those things shine brightly; of course, Zhang Hongyun couldn’t see clearly and didn’t care, her heart filled with anger, she drove off the mont he cleared the way.

Those things, however, all stuck to her tires.

Or perhaps it should be said, they pierced into her tires.