Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Chapter 444 Mu Mu's Idea

Qu Yun raised her eyebrows, looked away, walked to the tea room without haste, and came out with two cups of coffee in her hand.

Asked the assistant to help knock on the door, and after hearing Xing Kun's voice to enter, he smiled at the assistant and walked in.

"Boss Xing, this is the hand-ground coffee I just brought from a friend, try it."

She put a cup of coffee on Xing Kun's desk, leaned against the edge of the desk, and looked at him coquettishly, and saw that his face was sullen, and a successful smile flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Let it go."

He didn't lift his head, his voice was low and his face was cold.

Qu Yun took a few glances at his expression, "Then since you're busy, I'll go to work first."

Just as he was about to leave, Xing Kun suddenly raised his eyes and asked tentatively, "What do you mean by sending me a photo last night?"

Qu Yun was taken aback, turned around, looked directly into his deep black eyes, and asked suspiciously, "What photo?"

For a moment, she was a little guilty, but in order to avoid being noticed by him, she clenched her hand tightly into a fist, and the pain in her palm kept her awake all the time.

His gaze was like a knife's edge, and he swept over sharply, staring straight at Qu Yun, as if trying to find out something from her expression.

Qu Yun held her breath, raised her head slightly, and looked at him without fear, showing confusion, "Boss Xing, you said I sent your photo last night? It's impossible!"

She pretended to be ignorant.

Xing Kun pursed his thin lips tightly, took out a cigarette from the drawer next to him, lit it, bit one at the corner of his mouth, and squinted his eyes half-closed, saying: "That was my mistake."

Qu Yun's apricot eyes turned slightly, and she suddenly came up to him, "Tell me, what photo, let me see it? I'll help you analyze who sent it to you."

Xing Kun leaned back, his face was stern, and his deep eyes became deeper and deeper in the smog, revealing an unfathomable feeling, "Work."

Qu Yun shrugged helplessly, and pushed the coffee cup in front of him, "Forget it, remember to drink coffee, hand-ground, hard-won!"

When she left the office, Xing Kun removed the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, shook the ash into the ashtray, and frowned slightly.

This matter should have nothing to do with her.

After getting along for so long, he knew that Qu Yun's scheming wasn't that deep.

As night fell, the light of the crystal chandelier in the restaurant of the villa shone brightly.

Mu Mu's small face showed a sense of powerlessness, she looked at Xing Kun for a while, and then at Su Luobai for a while, and they both ate with their heads down.

From the time they started eating until now, the two of them haven't exchanged a word.

Although Mu Mu is still young, she can fully feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, her little head is almost nestled in her bowl, her mouth is pursed, very unhappy.

"Mom and Dad, why don't you talk!"

The little guy stretched out his fat little hand, and gently tugged at the corner of Su Luobai's clothes.

Xing Kun glanced over indifferently, but ignored him.

Su Luobai turned her eyes and saw that Mu Mu was looking at her with wet eyes, and she was in a bad mood, so she glanced in Xing Kun's direction, pursed her lips, and explained: "Mom just wants to talk to Mu Mu. "

Hearing this, Xing Kun took a deep look at Su Luobai with his deep eyes.

"Snapped!"

The chopsticks in his hand were placed heavily on the dining table, and he got up and went upstairs.

There were only two people, one big and one small, left in the restaurant.

"Mom, don't quarrel with Dad, okay? Don't talk too!"

Mumu glanced in the direction of the stairs in aggrieved manner, and when she turned her head, her immature voice was full of pleadings.

Su Luobai's heart was blocked, and he forced the corners of his lips to curl up, and pressed Mu Mu's head, "Mu Mu is still young, and I don't understand adults' affairs, so Mu Mu can eat obediently."

She put the food into Mu Mu's bowl, but she didn't have much appetite. The food she put into her mouth was tasteless.

"Mu Mu, you can eat. Mom is a little tired. I'll let Auntie wash you up and go to bed early."

Mu Mu had just finished two mouthfuls of food when she heard her mother say that she had already got up and went upstairs.

In the huge restaurant, Mu Mu was the only one left.

He stared blankly at the vegetables that Su Luo had picked up for nothing in the bowl just now, he was reluctant to eat them, his eyes became sore as he watched, and tears began to swirl in his eye sockets.

He raised his little hand, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and ate the whole bowl of rice in frustration.

My mother said that you can't leave rice grains when you eat.

After Su Luobai went upstairs, she stood outside the bedroom door, twisted the doorknob, frowned lightly, hesitated again and again, then turned it open and walked in.

There was no one in the room, and there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

She glared at the bathroom door angrily, without saying a word, took out a silk quilt from the cabinet next to her, hugged it and walked out.

"Where?"

Xing Kun, who just opened the bathroom door, saw Su Luobai, his dark eyes narrowed, and his voice was cold.

The tone sounded like a question.

Su Luobai ignored it, walked forward sullenly, and closed the door with a bang.

In the room, it suddenly fell silent.

Xing Kun was wiping his hair when he suddenly clenched the towel in his hand and threw it directly at the door, making a lot of noise.

With a stern face, he turned off the light directly.

Dragging the silk quilt, Su Luobai, who had just walked halfway, heard the sound of something being smashed on the door, stopped in her footsteps, glanced at the door frame, and turned back into the guest room.

"boom!"

There was another sound, the sound of closing the door heavily.

In the bedroom and guest room, the doors are closed, and the lights in the corridor shine down on the lonely Mu Mu. His small eyes are wide open, and his side eyes are lowered, looking at the shadow behind him, looking pitiful .

He dragged his feet and walked slowly to his room, and his parents stopped eating with him.

Mu Mu felt like an unwanted child who had been abandoned.

When not arguing, my mother can still tell stories, coax Mumu to sleep, and my father can make toys for Mumu.

He stood obediently and let his aunt take a bath and put on his clothes, looking like a fool with empty eyes.

"Auntie will send you to school tomorrow, so Mu Mu should go to bed early."

Auntie helped Mumu get dressed.

Mu Mu turned away with teary face and looked at Auntie, her eyes were wet, she looked aggrieved and pitiful.

"Auntie, I want my parents! They don't want me anymore"

The aunt felt distressed when she saw it, and quickly comforted her: "Why? Mom and Dad are just in a bad mood. After two days, they will be in a better mood, so it won't be like this."

Mu Mu, who had just taken a shower, was lying under the quilt in her pajamas. Her small face was white and tender, but there were glistening teardrops hanging from her eyes, and tiny beads on her eyelashes. "When they get better? How can we get better? "

The big lights in the room were turned off, and only one wall lamp was on. The dim light shone on the little face, casting a hazy light.

He got into the quilt, feeling the coldness in the quilt, his small eyes rolled around in the quilt, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Thinking of a scene I saw on TV a few days ago, I got an idea.