Rebirth of the Spoiled Wife

Chapter 390 Mu Qingmo was bold once

There were a few women who had been hanging out with women all year round. Seeing Mu Qingmo's expression, they guessed which woman Mu Qingmo had fallen into.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingmo laughed and scolded him as his friends said he was guilty, and then looked out the window in a daze.

Just like now, Mu Qingmo was sitting alone in the office, staring blankly at the photo on his phone.

The moment he saw the photo, Mu Qingmo couldn't help feeling how fast time was.

It was like dust-laden memories suddenly emerged in his mind, making Mu Qingmo feel a little dazed for a moment.

Mu Qingmo enlarged the screen with his finger and looked at everyone's face carefully until Mu Qingmo's finger stopped at Lin Yiran's smiling face and was reluctant to click the return button.

The little girl was only seventeen years old. She had the same wool curls as Nan Sheng. She also talked about fashion and so on. She was wearing a denim skirt and smiled broadly.

Mu Qingmo's eyes were smiling. In the photo, he was still smiling and holding the two little girls' wool rolls with both hands, his eyes wantonly.

However, Mu Qingmo had some vague memories. After taking this picture, he dragged the two little girls to the barber shop to straighten their hair.

Thinking of the two people puckering their lips and accusing him dissatisfiedly, Mu Qingmo couldn't help but curl up his lips and smile.

After collecting this photo, Mu Qingmo threw away his phone and frowned, stroking his forehead with a look of decadence.

He wanted to see Lin Yiran.

Even if you can't speak, you can just look at her quietly.

Mu Qingmo stood up and looked out the window, his figure reflected in the glass.

Mu Qingmo's eyes were bright and he stared at his reflection quietly.

In an instant, Mu Qingmo suddenly figured it out.

No matter how hard the Pan family and the Lin family try to bring Lin Yiran and Pan Yijing together, in the end it still depends on whether Lin Yiran is willing or not.

He knew this little girl's temperament was very stubborn, and if she didn't like her, she just didn't like her.

But if Mu Qingmo didn't take a gamble and work hard, would it be...

Mu Qingmo wants to fight for himself. Even if he fails in the end, Mu Qingmo will not regret that he was willing to take action for the girl he likes.

After thinking of this method in his mind, Mu Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt a lot more enlightened.

What matters now is how to get in touch with Lin Yiran.

After thinking for a long time, Mu Qingmo couldn't think of anything. He was so irritated that he went to the table to touch the cigarette case without thinking.

As soon as he took out one, Mu Qingmo raised his eyes.

correct!

His lighter is still there with Lin Yiran.

Lowering his head and thinking about Pan, Mu Qingmo chewed a cigarette, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed happily.

Yes, why did I forget this?

When Mu Qingmo was biting his cigarette butt and laughing foolishly, the assistant came in at some point. Seeing the always tugged Mr. Mu showing such an expression, the assistant was a little confused, but thought of something else, he boldly patted Mu Qingmo.

shoulder, "Mr. Mu?"

"Um?"

Mu Qingmo came to his senses with a cigarette still in his mouth.

The assistant thought Mu Qingmo was going to smoke. When he was about to take out a lighter, Mu Qingmo stopped him and said, "No, I don't smoke."

The assistant scratched the back of his head, looked puzzled, and boldly asked: "Then what are you..."

Noticing the cigarette near his mouth, Mu Qingmo coughed and took the cigarette away.

Seeing that the assistant was still staring, Mu Qingmo became angry and slapped the assistant on the back of the head, "Are you busy? You care about so many things. Tell me, are you sent by the old man to spy on me?"

The assistant felt aggrieved, "Mr. Mu, I'm not! I really am not!"

"oops!"

Mu Qingmo glanced at the assistant with disgust, "Please, brother, you, who is full of muscles, don't make those aggrieved expressions, okay?"

The assistant nodded, "Okay then."

Throwing the cigarette into the trash can, Mu Qingmo asked lazily: "Tell me, what other meetings are going to be held?"

The assistant shook his head, "No."

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