After getting off the plane, Qin Mu and the others ca out through the VIP passage. Huanhuan wore a pair of super cool children’s glasses, while Qin Mu and Mu Yichen were dressed as before in simple, comfortable clothes.
It wasn’t long before they saw Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao waiting for them. Qin Mu beca nervous and licked her lips, a small habit of hers, but she still took a deep breath and followed the father-daughter duo forward.
Jing Qing and Yang Qianxi were behind them. Yang Qianxi was holding all their belongings, while Jing Qing only had her purse in hand, her face completely hidden by sunglasses and a mask.
"Why did you only just get back? I’ve been waiting for half an hour!"
Feng Fanghua asked urgently as she took Huanhuan.
"That’s because you ca early, not because we were late!"
Mu Yichen said.
"Grandpa, Grandma!"
Huanhuan happily kissed Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, and was then lifted into Mu Zihao’s arms. "Did my sweet granddaughter miss Grandpa?"
"Very much!"
Huanhuan sweetly said and kissed his cheek again.
"Uncle, Auntie!"
Jing Qing, wrapped up tightly, gently greeted them as they walked over.
Feng Fanghua was startled by her because she couldn’t see her face at all, only recognizing her by voice. Once she realized who it was, she could only smile awkwardly: "Xiaoqing? It’s certainly not easy for a big star to go out."
Feng Fanghua couldn’t stand it that she wrapped herself up so tightly just to chat.
As for Jing Qing, her face was already expressionless beneath the wrapping.
After following behind the elderly couple, Jing Qing stood there feeling awkward. So people were looking at her, and she was so accustod to those stares, and already impatient, that she quickly lowered her head and walked away.
Yang Qianxi struggled as she dragged one large and one small suitcase behind her.
On the way back, it was Mu Yichen driving, with Mu Zihao, Feng Fanghua, and Huanhuan cozy in the back seat.
However, the atmosphere in Jing Qing’s car was quite chilly, with Yang Qianxi in the front seat, not daring to make a noise.
After thinking it over, Jing Qing took out her phone: "Do a favor!"
Yang Qianxi didn’t know who she was calling, but Jing Qing’s command truly frightened her.
Later, Jing Qing returned to the Jing Family house, and Yang Qianxi went back to the office.
"Should I call Qin Mu? Should I call President Mu?"
On the way back, Yang Qianxi kept pondering that question, but just like the last ti, she could not bring herself to make the call.
After returning ho, Qin Mu was dragged back to the bedroom by Mu Yichen, who placed her directly on the bed: "You’re not allowed to move again!"
She sat in the center of the bed, leaning against the headboard.
Mu Yichen sat next to her and issued his stern command.
"Please, I’m perfectly fine!"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"Then I’ll stay still, but could President Mu pour a glass of water for little ?"
Qin Mu said with a smile, not wanting to disobey him.
Mu Yichen stroked her head, then went to pour her so water.
She actually did feel sowhat exhausted, but at the sa ti, she felt extrely happy. This trip had been the happiest one in many years.
Her hand gently rested on her lower abdon, and Qin Mu couldn’t help but whisper softly to the little one inside: "See that? Your dad is such a domineering guy!"
Her voice carried a complaining tone, yet her eyes were filled with deep affection.
After Qin Mu fell asleep, Mu Yichen finally went downstairs. Feng Fanghua saw him and whispered to Mu Zihao, "Did you see? That’s your good son!"
"Indeed, he’s not bad!"
Mu Zihao said proudly, his face brimming with satisfaction.
"What are you talking about?"
Mu Zihao walked over and sat down. As he picked up his tea, he asked.
"After coming back, he didn’t even drink a sip of water and took care of her until she slept, only then did he think of resting."
Feng Fanghua quickly poured him a cup.
But Mu Yichen chuckled: "If I don’t take good care of my wife, how can I take good care of your grandson in my wife’s belly?"
"Humph! Without my grandson, you wouldn’t take care of her? Think about how many years you owe !"
Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but grumble.
"Ah, Fanghua, you’re not being fair. Children and grandchildren have their own happiness. You can’t hold a grudge just because they’re pursuing their own happiness."
The old man sat there with the steadiness of Mount Tai, emitting a presence that made his words unquestionable. Feng Fanghua had no choice but to fall silent.
Mu Zihao couldn’t resist teasing: "Only you, Dad, could make your daughter-in-law swallow her pride. But if you keep complaining about my wife, I may have to get angry too!"
Mu Yichen couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his father, despite his age, still doting on his mother.
Feng Fanghua turned red with embarrassnt from the teasing: "I’m not talking to the three of you anymore."
After Feng Fanghua left, Mu Zihao seriously asked, "Did you gain anything from the trip to Paris?"
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