His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 864 - 248 companies establish new regulations (3)

Qin Mu was reading a book on the sofa and was about to fall asleep.

But...

The mobile phone was on the bed. It rang once and she didn’t pay attention, so she had no idea that Qiao Yi had sent her a message on WeChat.

Mu Yichen was holding his phone in the hotel room, and it was already 1 AM. She still hadn’t arrived, and Mu Yichen was almost falling asleep.

He picked up the phone and glanced at it, barely able to keep his eyes open, and the phone smashed onto his face.

Mu Yichen didn’t come home in the morning; Qin Mu found the phone and impulsively ran to look for him, it was only 6:30 AM.

"Mu Yichen?"

Mu Yichen thought he was dreaming.

Qin Mu remembered deliberately hitting his face that night.

But he woke up quickly, his eyes still closed as he grabbed her hand first.

"Damn woman!"

Mu Yichen cursed.

Qin Mu, annoyed, wanted to hit him: "You dare to scold me when you didn’t come home at night?"

He said, "Don’t forget the new rules in our house. Why didn’t you come over last night?"

"I didn’t look at my phone last night!"

Qin Mu also felt a bit depressed speaking about this.

Mu Yichen sighed, wondering why she didn’t look at her phone at such a critical time.

"What were you doing at home last night?"

"I read for a while, was waiting for you on the sofa, and then fell asleep there; the phone was always on the bed."

This time, Qin Mu really felt wronged. She had planned the whole scenario herself.

"You think it’s easy for me? Waiting for you until after 1 AM, and then what?"

"You weren’t drunk?"

Qin Mu looked up, suddenly remembering the message about him being drunk.

"Hmm! No!"

"Qiao Yi sent a message saying you were drunk."

Qin Mu thought he really was drunk when she saw the message this morning.

"He was in a bad mood and was just joking with you!"

Mu Yichen’s long eyelashes shaded his dark eyes, but his voice was steady.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but snort after hearing this: "I didn’t expect him to be so childish."

Mu Yichen paused to think, not blaming Qiao Yi, who dared to nickname his wife.

Maybe some words, over the years together, are said many times or never fulfilled, but still said.

——

Qiao Yi got up and only felt a headache, then looked up to see that the alarm clock showed nine o’clock.

Xi Meng had already gone to the office, and he didn’t know where he was.

What he suddenly realized was important was not the time, but where on earth was he?

This alarm clock was completely different from his metal one.

Qiao Yi got up and looked around, everything seemed clean, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This was a girl’s home.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

But when he left the room and looked around, in the rather small living room, next to the TV there was a display stand.

He walked over.

This is Xi Meng’s home?

For some reason, his mouth couldn’t help but stretch into a slight smile.

They almost always broke up after dinner, he had asked to take her home, but she always drove her own car to and from work.

He picked up her display stand, suddenly realizing that this girl wearing sportswear and a ponytail looked so youthful.

Those glasses frames made one want to take them off her nose.

Qiao Yi scratched his brow because he remembered Mu Yichen’s words about letting her go if he couldn’t give her a future.

Qiao Yi sometimes felt defiant; Mu Yichen desperately wanted to give a girl a future, but the girl didn’t want it, though they later got married and had children.

But he was exactly someone who wanted to date, not marry, yet he sought a girl who wanted a comfortable life.

He didn’t understand girls’ views on age.

Although he sometimes felt anxious, given his family was also urging him to marry, he genuinely didn’t think it was that important.

He looked at his watch, knowing she must have gone to work, then also took his coat and walked out, making sure to close the door behind her.

When he reached the office building, it was almost eleven, so he directly called Xi Meng to meet for lunch at the nearby restaurant.

Xi Meng didn’t refuse, she actually wanted to hear his thoughts, or maybe she should end it cleanly with him.

So the two met at the nearby Western restaurant, Xi Meng was dressed neatly for work, her work badge still hanging around her neck, she didn’t take it off, just took her phone to meet him.

"Are you sober now?"

When Xi Meng walked over and sat down, she casually asked him.

"Hmm! Did you come to pick me up last night?"

Qiao Yi slightly lifted his eyes to look at her, asking her implicitly.

"Yes, the boss called saying you were drunk, told me to pick you up; you know I can’t refuse the boss,"