Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 1040: Another way of thanking you (2)

Mo Shen raised his hand and squeezed her cheek, reminding her: "Remember?"

Ye Mu stared at him in a daze, without blinking his eyes, only after a while he recovered and nodded: "Yeah."

She remembered it, and she just said casually...No one can guarantee what it will be like in the future.

However, what Mo Shen said earlier was just a joke, and he did not expect Ye Mu's suspicion to change his mind.

Mo Shen frowned and restarted the car. He estimated that he would never say such a joke again. The reason for not saying the second time was not because he was afraid of Ye Mu's doubts, but because he couldn't see Ye Mu's lost expression.

Just now, when Ye Mu was talking about the loss, Mo Shen saw everything in his eyes. As if the whole world had abandoned her, even he was abandoned by her outside the barrier. Mo Shen couldn't see her like this, she was lost, and he was more heartbroken than her.

Seeing her like that, Mo Shen's heart seemed to be grabbed by an unknown hand, wrinkling fiercely, until now, they didn't talk about this topic anymore, and he still felt uncomfortable.

Ye Mu pressed his breath and sat in the car without speaking much. She told Mo Shen that the director hadn't finished talking about it, and all her interest had been extinguished, so she didn't dare to ask again.

The car parked in the yard, Ye Mu carefully unfastened his seat belt, deliberately slowing down and waiting for Mo Shen.

She watched Mo Shen get out of the car and got out of the car, Xiaobu stood beside Mo Shen.

Mo Shen stretched out his hand to hold her, Ye Mu looked down at his hand holding her hand, she gathered her palms and held Mo Shen's wide hand.

It was just a small gesture, and it was a small hint between the two. The little bit of grudge in each other's hearts loosened.

Before they left the yard, the car that took the children from school also drove in.

"Daddy, Mommy!" Little Baomei ran out of the car and waved at them happily: "I got the prize!"

With that, Baomei ran faster and faster, rushed to Ye Mu, and delivered the certificate in her hand to Ye Mu: "This is from Baomei."

Ye Mu was taken aback for a moment, half-sit down and aligned with Baomei, then opened the certificate and took a look.

As far as she knows, she hasn't participated in any competition recently, how could she win a prize.

The prize Baomei won is nothing but the excellent drawing prize sent by the school.

"It's great." Ye Mu squeezed her daughter's cheek, very happy.

As long as the child's specialty is awarded, no matter what it is, it is worth the reward.

"Mommy, my sister is super awesome this time." Fengfeng also got out of the car, and Fengfeng, who rarely praised people, liked her sister's field very much: "The work is in my sister's bag. Go back to Mommy to see it."

"Really? You have to take a look when you go back." Mo Shen bent over and hugged Sister Bao, kissed her on the forehead and smiled.

Baomei hugged Mo Shen's neck and kissed Mo Shen's cheek fiercely.

A family of five went into the living room one after another, and Baomei was like a little sparrow, chatting all the way, talking about her winning.

Little Baomei is really a bragging child. As long as she wins an award, she will always praise herself.

Every time Ye Mu listened, she felt that Baomei could be on the talent show. If you talk about the mental journey, few people should be able to surpass her.

There was still a little discomfort between Mo Shen and Ye Mu, but because of the child, they adjusted a lot. Unhappy on the way back, the two quickly left behind.

It was not until the evening when he was about to take a break that Mo Shen told her the unfinished topic.

Mo Shen and Ye Mu were lying on the bed, Ye Mu's upper body was pressed against Mo Shen's chest, still looking very energetic, not sleepy at all.

Mo Shen pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and said faintly: "I've made an appointment for you, the director, and I will come to eat at home next week."

Ye Mu put a hand on Mo Shen's chest and did not move, but when Mo Shen said this, she instantly sat up and raised her head to look at him: "You mean it?"

Why does Ye Mu feel so unreliable? Did Mo Shen really have an appointment with a coach?

"Yeah." Mo Shen nodded. He knew Ye Mu liked it, so how could she miss it so easily.

"Ms. Mo..." Ye Mu looked at Mo Shen with emotion. She didn't know what to say. In short, she felt that Mo Shen was too self-conscious and really didn't want her to stay a little bit regretful.

Mo Shen's slender fingers pressed to her lips and stopped her from saying, "Don't say thank you, you know I don't need it."

"I didn't want to say thank you." Ye Mu pursed his mouth, took his hand from his lips, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Mo Shen smiled lightly, with one hand resting on his neck: "Don't accept thank you, accept other ways of thanking."

"Oh..." Ye Mu opened his mouth, just about to ask what it was.

Before she finished speaking, Mo Shen's two hands pressed on her side, quickly turned over, pressed on her body, and both hands ignited ambiguously on her body: "Ask for some thanks."

"Well……"

After listening to him, Ye Mu's breath was immediately plundered.

Late at night, the South China Villa was also robbed of breathing. But Sun Yaoqi was awakened by the nightmare. She suddenly sat up from the bed, pressed her chest with her hand, and panted fiercely.

She almost couldn't breathe, feeling that she almost died in a dream.

She touched her forehead, nothing but sweat. She looked up at the clock, it was late at night. She lifted the quilt and glanced at her side again, Qin Xin still did not come back.

"How long are you going to be angry..." Sun Yaoqi stared at the bed next to her, muttering to herself in pain.

The white bedding pierced her eyes sour and almost shed tears. He quickly sucked his nose and got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water.

She poured water in the kitchen and heard the movement of the door opening, and immediately put down the water glass and rushed out.

Sure enough, Qin Xin is back.

Qin Xin entered the living room tiredly, still holding the car key in his hand.

"Are you back?" Sun Yaoqi turned her face to face Qin Xin with a pretty face.

Qin Xin looked up at her, a little indifference in his tired face: "Yeah."

He said, reaching out and taking off his coat. Sun Yaoqi wanted to step forward to help, Qin Xin had already taken off, just glanced at her, turned and walked towards the guest room.

"Wait..." Sun Yaoqi bit her lips and called him.

Since the last time Qin Xin knew that her legs were healed, he hadn’t spoken to her for several days. Sun Yaoqi knew that this was Qin Xin’s punishment for herself, but the punishment was too long, and he couldn’t change it. Way...

Sun Yaoqi really does not like the Cold War. In the past, even in the Cold War, Qin Xin coaxed her. Now it is Qin Xin who takes the initiative in the Cold War. She has no idea what to do...

Qin Xin stood there and didn't move. Sun Yaoqi didn't speak for a long time. Qin Xin thought she had nothing to say, and started to leave.

"I'm sorry..." Seeing him about to leave, Sun Yaoqi popped out three words with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)