His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 1017 - 296 Rolling out together?_2

Chapter 1017: 296 Rolling out together?_2

Hehe! Did that woman treat him like he was invisible?

After she entered the bathroom, he took a deep breath, put his hands on his hips, and sighed, then laughed at himself before walking towards the bathroom.

Not long after, unpleasant noises came from the bathroom.

Mrs. Mu: "Mu Yichen, get out of here!"

Mr. Mu: "Get out? Do you want me to get out with you in my arms? I’m afraid the floor is too cold for you."

Mrs. Mu: "You’re just like this, shameless and despicable, ready to act up at any time, huh?"

Mr. Mu: "Yes!"

Mrs. Mu: "I wouldn’t mind if you went out and found a sow, but don’t touch me!"

Mr. Mu: "I don’t have such peculiar tastes, I only love you."

Mrs. Mu: "Get lost, I never thought your mind could be so dirty, don’t touch me, don’t... touch, ah!"

Their breaths were a bit heavy and uneven, and who knows how long it took before the sounds in the bathroom became harmonious again.

——

Middle of the night!

The Mu father and son were huddled on the sofa watching a football match. Apart from the noise from the TV, there was no other sound for a long time. The quietness in the large living room made people a bit uncomfortable.

Mu Zihao looked several times at his somewhat irritated son, who looked like a child sulking after not getting candy, and after a long time asked: "Is your temper from your mother?"

Mu Yichen: "..."

"When I was young, I didn’t have such a temper!"

Mu Zihao thought about it, but couldn’t understand. Although his son’s many reactions were like his, the temper wasn’t inherited from him.

But according to Feng Fanghua, it was just like him.

Feng Fanghua would get angry, but then she’d nag. However, Mu Zihao, whenever angry, would sulk alone or drink a bit, but never make a scene.

"Where do you get the confidence that you don’t have a temper?"

Mu Yichen couldn’t take it anymore and asked.

"Isn’t it? When have you seen me give your mom a hard time?"

Mu Zihao seriously turned sideways to talk to his son.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly: "Yes! You’ve never given mom a hard time!"

Mu Yichen thought: You wouldn’t dare, anyway!

"Exactly! What’s the point in arguing with women? Besides, Jian Yan just arrived, and you’ve already turned the vinegar jar over. They’re teacher and pupil, and how many years do you think that relationship has to be maintained? As long as they’re alive, probably, right? Mumu isn’t someone who forgets gratitude and righteousness. If you get angry now, just wait for the second half of your life to be full of suffering!"

Mu Zihao said, then sat properly as the football match had started, and he needed to watch seriously.

Meanwhile, Mu Yichen deeply regretted coming downstairs to watch the game with him.

This wasn’t watching a match, it was clearly asking for trouble!

Mu Yichen returned to the room almost at four o’clock. Qin Mu was dreaming, dreaming of Zhang Rujia driving into a stone wall, dreaming of a girl standing not far in front of the car, slowly spreading her arms, and Zhang Rujia’s pupils dilating infinitely before suddenly steering.

Qin Mu’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, hearing a bang, and her frown deepened.

Mu Yichen stood by her side, watching her, then slowly squatted down.

"Qin Mu! Qin Mu?"

Qin Mu instantly opened her eyes, her nerves tense, looking at him.

Mu Yichen was also taken aback by her.

Seeing him in his home clothes, Qin Mu slowly sat up, staring at him and asked, "Where did you go dressed like this?"

"Watched a football match with Dad!"

Mu Yichen said, standing up and sitting beside her, frowning at her somewhat pale face.

The room’s lighting was dim, but Mu Yichen still felt she didn’t look well.

"What did you dream of?"

Mu Yichen asked with his calm voice.

Qin Mu lowered her head, feeling a discomfort in her throat, and managed to swallow.

"Zhang Rujia!"

That voice was very light, so light it carried a breathy tone.

She least wanted to dream about Zhang Rujia.

Mu Yichen understood why she was frowning, but hugged her shoulders: "How about sleeping? If you can’t sleep, want me to help you sleep?"

"Help, my foot!"

Qin Mu raised her hand and pushed his forehead slightly, then snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes to continue sleeping.

Mu Yichen raised his hands on either side, looking down at her, helplessly sighing: "I thought you wanted me."

"Don’t talk, sleep!"

Qin Mu couldn’t resist raising her hand to block his mouth, continuing to sleep.

Later, Qin Mu slept until morning, and after waking, with a slightly sore shoulder, she went to wash up and then went downstairs.