His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1489: Make Him Get Lost

When Mr. Mu called, it was already an hour later.

Qiao Yi and Zhao Huai stared at the brewed tea, reluctant to leave immediately, only going away after the tea leaves lost all color.

At that time, Qin Mu was already working in the study room, and when Mu Yichen called her, she was a bit surprised: "Hello?"

"Back home from the studio?"

Mu Yichen asked, standing by the window smoking, his squinted eyes unable to hide a mischievous gleam.

"Yeah!"

Qin Mu agreed, her eyes fixed straight on the computer, unable to focus elsewhere.

"Your toothpaste is in your skincare box, I didn’t throw it away!"

Mu Yichen suddenly mentioned.

Qin Mu...

In the morning, she couldn’t find her toothpaste while brushing teeth, and the reason was that Mr. Mu thought they were not the same brand, so he hid it away; Qin Mu thought he had thrown it out.

"Oh!"

Qin Mu responded instinctively, she wasn’t mad at the time, just thought of buying the same brand as his, never expecting he childishly hid it.

"How about going to the restaurant for lunch together?"

Mu Yichen asked her.

"No, with so many people coming and going, I’ll eat at home with mom. Today, mom is home alone, dad and grandpa took Chengcheng out."

Qin Mu replied, still expressionless, her eyes fixed on the computer.

"Then I’ll come back and keep you company after lunch; seems like there’s not much work this afternoon!"

Mu Yichen lowered his head thinking, after saying that, he took another deep puff of smoke.

"Don’t! Just focus on your work! If I keep working from home, are you going to stop working entirely?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Qin Mu quickly declined, but her mind was on her design drafts, so she spoke a bit sluggishly.

"Mrs. Mu, refusing so directly makes your husband quite heartbroken!"

Mu Yichen couldn’t help taking another drag of his cigarette, although frowning, he was quite pleased.

"I don’t believe you’d be really heartbroken; I’m revising design drafts right now. If you’re done, I’ll hang up!"

Qin Mu said and put down the phone, Mu Yichen...

He thought she was upset, and expected Qin Mu to complain about Zhao Huai proposing to Xiaomei, but...

On the phone, a few words were so cold and indifferent; although aware she was busy with work, it was too dismissive for such a good husband.

At noon twelve o’clock, their family ate on time.

Qin Mu and Feng Fanghua sat at the large dining table, Feng Fanghua remarked: "Sometimes it’s just us having lunch at home, it feels so empty, was work smooth today?"

Qin Mu was about to eat, upon hearing this, she lifted her head: "Quite smooth!"

"Yeah!"

Feng Fanghua wanted to chat more with her, although just the two of them, she didn’t want it too quiet.

But Qin Mu sincerely answered each question, making her unable to initiate, somewhat dissatisfied, she bowed her head to eat instead.

"Mom, what are you doing this afternoon?"

Qin Mu remembered last time Feng Fanghua complained she talked too little, so she tried to strike a chat.

"What else can I do, take a walk, then nap awhile, go for a facial, and then pick up Huanhuan from school."

Feng Fanghua replied.

"If you don’t have enough time, I can pick up Huanhuan, after all, I don’t have fixed working hours, very flexible."

Qin Mu worried she might rush the facial.

"You better not, every time you go, the next day those people meet me, they surely ask about you." Feng Fanghua chuckled, recalling those parents picking up kids, truly curious.

"Ask about me? What do they ask?"

Qin Mu grew curious.

Originally thought they’d have nothing to chat, surprisingly mother and daughter talked through the meal.

At noon Feng Fanghua turned in the living room for a while, then retreated upstairs for a nap, Qin Mu returned to her room, and while going to the bathroom, found the deeply hidden toothpaste among skincare products, smiled helplessly and murmured: "Oh, Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu, still so childish?"

But since Mr. Mu hid her things, she should hide something of Mr. Mu in return.

What to hide?

Qin Mu glanced at the table full of tools, finally chose the razor.

Mr. Mu uses it daily, she hid it so he wouldn’t find it, let’s see how he goes out tomorrow, hehe!

Beside there was a blue box, inside piled with masks, Qin Mu glanced down, then tucked the razor at the very end.