His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 808 - 227 Expert at Frustrating His Wife (3)_3

I don’t know if everyone is like this at work, completely unaware that their faces are expressionless.

Qin Mu gets so engrossed in her work that she wouldn’t even know if someone came into the room, or she would simply forget as soon as she looked down.

Feng Fanghua held a cup of coffee behind her, Qin Mu’s nose felt a bit uncomfortable, she sniffed slightly and the smell of coffee immediately made her mutter, "Pour me a cup too!"

Feng Fanghua, looking at the computer screen, turned her eyes to Qin Mu, then couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Never mind!"

Qin Mu seemed to be talking to herself, her gaze fixed back on the computer screen.

Feng Fanghua laughed helplessly, and after a while, Qin Mu squeezed her neck, turned her head to look behind her, and then was startled by the person behind her.

"Mom! What are you doing here?"

"What else did you think?"

"I thought... it was Xiaomei!"

She thought she was in the studio’s office, but it turns out...

Suddenly she came back to her senses.

Qin Mu quickly stood up to let Feng Fanghua sit down.

After Feng Fanghua sat down with her lukewarm coffee, just as she was about to take a serious look at the design, she turned to ask, "Want some coffee? You just said you did!"

"Ah? No, no! Definitely lost in thought!"

"That’s why I said you should wean Chengcheng off breastfeeding, sigh!"

Feng Fanghua held the coffee sipping carefully as she seriously looked at the design.

"This is a tailcoat, who is it designed for?"

Feng Fanghua asked curiously, thinking the clothing looked quite nice.

"An American classical singer," Qin Mu said.

"It really is quite classical, not many people wear this nowadays, right?" Feng Fanghua asked again.

Qin Mu nodded her head, continuing to rub her neck.

As Feng Fanghua looked up at her, it was only then Qin Mu remembered to speak so Feng Fanghua would know: "Oh, yes! Yes!"

Qin Mu, like an obedient grandchild, quickly nodded in agreement.

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

Feng Fanghua asked her, getting up from the chair and leaving with a cup of disdain.

Qin Mu...

In fact, she wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just focused on one thing for too long, so for the moment she was a little slow to respond to other matters.

——

In the afternoon, Mu Yichen went to pick up Huanhuan in his car, the setting sun wonderfully beautiful, even though it was near dusk.

He leaned against the black luxury car waiting for his daughter to finish school, then joined the large group of parents heading inside to pick up their children.

At four thirty-five, the school gates were slowly opened by the security guards.

The parents surged forward as if they were at a bustling market.

Mu Yichen actually wanted to go in, but then his stance relaxed and he leaned back against the car again.

He decided to wait until the crowd at the school gate dispersed before entering.

When the crowd thinned out, he slowly entered, found his daughter’s class, and after entering, he saw little girls sitting on small stools and playing with toys, surrounded by a few little boys.

Mu Yichen was a bit annoyed after seeing no other girls; if he had known, he would have come in earlier, leaving only boys around, which felt a bit awkward for his daughter.

"Mu Chenghuan!"

Mu Yichen called out softly standing near the podium.

Huanhuan turned her head, her docile eyes looking at her father, then quickly gathered the toys back into the basket. "That’s my dad! He’s amazing!" she said to the few little boys beside her.

While tidying up, Huanhuan spoke to the boys.

The boys looked at Mu Yichen reluctantly and then immediately lowered their heads, their resentful eyes made Mu Yichen’s heart jolt unconsciously.

Am I that scary?

Am I a tiger? ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

What’s with those expressions?

But that’s good!

He thought about it and then straightened his back even more firmly; he must present a tall figure to protect his precious daughter.

These kids, don’t even think about running off with his daughter at such a young age.

Mu Yichen decided that next time he would make sure to come across even more formidable.

"Goodbye!"

Huanhuan ran to her father, said goodbye to the children gathered at the table, the little boys waved at her reluctantly but dared not look at her father.

"Let’s go!"

Mu Yichen picked up Huanhuan, leaving the classroom at the fastest speed.

"Are those all your friends?" Mu Yichen asked Huanhuan on the way home.

"No way! All the kids in our class are my friends! But they said they stayed specifically to keep me company; didn’t you see their parents at the door?"

Huanhuan sat in her booster seat, sharp as a tack, her little mouth remarkably agile.

Mu Yichen...

Really?

He thought they were just some onlookers.

"Dad! Why did you come to pick me up so late? Grandma and Grandpa always pick me up early."