Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Mu Nansheng wrinkled her nose: "I hate it, don't disturb me."

Gu Jingchen returned to his serious look, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll go to the study to handle some documents and I'll come back later."

"good."

Mu Nansheng waved his hand: "Go quickly, I'm with mom."

Without saying anything else, Gu Jingchen nodded and went upstairs.

Mu Nansheng, on the other hand, was seriously learning to knit scarves from Mrs. Gu and Ma Li.

At the same time, Lin Yiran and Mu Qingmo also finished their meals and drank tea.

Compared to Mu Qingmo's calmness, Lin Yiran was a little nervous.

Lin Yiran ate this meal with trepidation, fearing that he would accidentally do something that would damage his image.

The decoration of the Japanese food store is very unique, and the dim lights give it a special flavor.

Noticing that Lin was still absent-minded, Mu Qingmo put down his tea cup and knocked on the corner of the table.

"still?"

After whispering uncertainly, Mu Qingmo raised his eyebrows: "Are you distracted?"

Lin Yiran's face slowly turned red and he gradually became shy.

"Yeah...sorry, I was a little distracted."

"fine."

Mu Qingmo replied casually: "The tea is getting cold. I just wanted to tell you this, but now you seem to be frightened."

Lin Yiran bit his lip and coughed uncomfortably: "Oh... I'll drink it right now."

Lin Yiran hurriedly picked up the teacup and took a few sips, his eyes evasive and he felt extremely panicked.

Because it was a small single room, and the dim lighting made it look even more ambiguous.

Lin Yiran was not a person who was good at chatting, so not chatting in this atmosphere made her even more embarrassed.

Along with it comes uncertainty about oneself.

Lin was still worried that Mu Qingmo would think that he was a poor talker, and that he might even think that he was boring.

Afraid that Mu Qingmo would think so, Lin Yiran could only sit there and chat awkwardly with Mu Qingmo.

Chatting aimlessly, Mu Qingmo spoke without saying a word, lowering his head to sip tea from time to time.

Lin Yiran retreated in his heart, holding the cup and lowering his head in silence.

The atmosphere gradually became a little dull, and Lin Yiran realized this. He wanted to speak to relieve the situation, but he silently closed his mouth because he didn't know what to say.

The contradictory and tangled expressions were all caught in Mu Qingmo's eyes.

Seeing that Lin, who had always been calm and self-possessed, could still show such a troubled expression, Mu Qingmo was slightly annoyed.

Is it possible to be so uncomfortable when getting along with him?

God knows how much effort Mu Qingmo spent in order to spend more time with Lin Yiran before he found time to make an appointment with Lin Yiran.

Mu Qingmo's anxiety was no less than that of Lin Yiran. In order to relieve his stress, Mu Qingmo didn't know how much water he drank.

Putting down the teacup, Mu Qingmo sighed, feeling slightly helpless.

It seems that I have to work harder, otherwise I will be able to catch Lin Yiran.

He didn't control his strength well and put down the tea cup a little too hard. In addition, Mu Qingmo sighed, which directly caused a misunderstanding that cannot be ignored.

Lin Yiran stared at Mu Qingmo with wide eyes and felt some indescribable fear.

It's over, is he impatient with himself?

Lin was still a little at a loss, but a good tutor couldn't let her ask directly.

She was afraid that if she asked, she would put the two of them into an awkward situation.

After glancing at Mu Qingmo and suppressing the small disappointment in his heart, Lin still clutched the cup in his hand tightly.

Noticing that Lin still looked frightened, Mu Qingmo also understood what was going on.

Well, now, I have really made myself self-defeating.

"Feel sorry."

Mu Qingmo spoke with a hint of confusion in his voice: "Is it too loud?"

Lin Yiran shook his head slowly and squeezed out a smile: "No, Brother Qingmo."