CHAPTER 1035: 300 AS YOUR HUSBAND_4

Feng Fanghua’s tone softened a bit, after all, she just felt quite superior and was afraid her son might get upset.

"I remember, it’s not like I haven’t bought you gifts before, why do you sound so pitiful?"

Mu Yichen frowned slightly, always feeling that his mom’s words touched his heart. Though he claimed he wasn’t a dutiful son, deep inside, he still half-believed he was a very filial child.

But now, at this moment, hearing Feng Fanghua’s words, heh.

Qin Mu, Mu Zihao, and Huanhuan just listened without speaking. Huanhuan didn’t understand, while Mu Zihao and Qin Mu didn’t dare to speak carelessly.

Feng Fanghua awkwardly pursed her lips. Had she just gone overboard with emotion?

"Huanhuan, why don’t you come with grandma to the kitchen to see what delicious food they’re preparing?"

"Okay!"

With a wave of Feng Fanghua’s hand, Huanhuan immediately slipped from Qin Mu’s side to join Feng Fanghua, naturally placing her hand in Feng Fanghua’s palm, and the two left the living room happily.

"And you, you’re not a child anymore, yet you still often embarrass your mom. Try to restrain yourself in the future."

Mu Zihao looked up at him, slightly reproving.

Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows as if acting more mature than his father, but also appearing adorably clueless, seeming like he hadn’t heard Mu Zihao’s words at all.

Qin Mu sat nearby, pretending not to understand anything, lowering her head to start playing with her phone.

In reality, a message from Jiang Zhiyuan had just come through, asking: "Xiaomu, any advice on what gift to bring when visiting a girl’s home for the first time?"

Xiaomu: "It depends on who’s at her place!"

Jiang Young Master: "Just her alone!"

Xiaomu: "Then pick out a piece of clothing!"

Jiang Young Master: "You sure?"

Xiaomu: "Of course I’m sure! Also, buy her a bouquet of flowers. Make sure the flowers show sincerity, so if she asks why you brought so many gifts, you can say it’s to help your sister Xiaomu boost her sales!"

Jiang Young Master: "Great excuse! It’s settled then! By the way, what kind of flowers should I give?"

"Still muddled about your own feelings, but eager to advise others?"

Mu Yichen had somehow moved next to her, and when Qin Mu turned her head, she saw him staring at her phone, instinctively blinking her eyes.

Mu Yichen took her phone and directly left a voice message: "Jiang Zhiyuan, what’s wrong with you again? If you don’t know what to do next time, go find Helian Hao?"

"Helian Hao? Why find Helian Hao?"

Jiang Zhiyuan was puzzled.

"She’s a doctor!"

Mu Yichen coolly reminded with four words, putting down the phone.

Qin Mu...

Jiang Zhiyuan...

Mu Yichen turned, his dark eyes looking at Qin Mu’s surprised expression: "Don’t waste your breath talking to him anymore."

"Who says I’m wasting my breath? I’m promoting my products! Stylish girls like An Nan wearing our JY clothes is also a form of promotion."

Qin Mu promptly said.

Mu Yichen...

"Stop meddling in the future! Although Jiang Zhiyuan can be a bit careless, he’s optimistic and helpful. I think friends like him are worth keeping."

Qin Mu explained to him, then noticed that it was just the two of them on the couch, curiously asking: "Where’s dad?"

"He’s gone to the study to video call with a friend!"

Mu Yichen looked at her with a bit of concern, feeling that she was overly engrossed in her chats!

And it was with his buddy!

After dinner, Mu Yichen pulled Qin Mu back to their room, and as he pushed her to take a shower, she awkwardly twisted her body, turning her head to ask him: "Are you serious about buying toys for Huanhuan?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I just want to say, we’ll happily bestow the title of Big Vinegar King upon you!"

"Hurry and go shower, don’t make me angry."

Mu Yichen frowned, urging her.

Qin Mu mischievously smiled, running off to take a shower.

Mu Yichen reflexively lowered his eyes, turned his head to see their bedside table, then walked over, bent down to open the drawer, noticing it was completely empty inside...

It felt as if a cold breeze passed by.

He heard the sound of running water from the bathroom and then glanced at the time again.

He put on a coat and went downstairs.

Passing by the living room, he saw Mu Zihao watching sports alone and paused, but then lowered his head and left after thinking for a moment.

Mu Zihao curiously watched his son’s hasty back, his lashes fluttering in confusion, wondering why the boy was hesitant to speak earlier. He abruptly pulled Qin Mu upstairs, and now he hurriedly left again. Is there someone more important to the boy than Qin Mu?

When Mu Yichen returned, Qin Mu was already on the bed with her legs crossed, sketching, wearing oversized leopard print glasses.