His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 793 - 223 Reconciliation (7)_1

"Come with me!"

He said.

Qin Mu was about to wait for a car by the roadside when she heard him and glanced at him displeasedly, cautious because of his roughness yesterday.

"You didn’t drive? I’ll take you there!"

"No need!"

Qin Mu coldly spat out two words, then strode towards the intersection to hail a cab!

Mu Yichen stood there watching her stubborn figure, unconsciously irritated, opening his mouth, but then pulled his hand from his pocket and in a few large strides reached her, hoisting her onto his shoulder again.

"Hey! Mu Yichen, let me go!"

So many people at the hospital entrance!

Curious glances were cast their way.

Qin Mu hit him for a while, but then she grew tired.

He opened the car door and pushed her into the passenger seat.

After he got into the car, Qin Mu turned and glared at him.

Mu Yichen didn’t say a word, just started the car.

The onlookers hadn’t had enough of the excitement until they saw the luxury car drive away, and only then did they move on, murmuring softly.

Like a scene from a movie.

The trope of a domineering CEO abducting a commoner girl felt all too familiar and surreal!

Once at the studio, Qin Mu got out of the car and forcefully shut the door.

Then she looked sharply into the car.

Mu Yichen wasn’t looking at her.

Because he had opened the driver’s side door and stepped out with long strides.

Qin Mu looked at him in shock: "What are you doing?"

"I don’t have much to do this afternoon, I might as well wait for you to get off work," Mu Yichen said indifferently, hands in his pockets as he walked toward the building.

Qin Mu...

How long had it been since he waited for her after work?

Suddenly acting like a good guy?

Did he think she would be touched by him showing up occasionally?

The two of them arrived at the studio one after the other, the colleagues curiously observing the distance between them, especially their boss’s expression, looking like a browbeaten bride.

However, compared to the excitement of the morning’s mark on her neck, the current situation barely aroused their suspicion, let alone surprise.

They thought the couple had finally made up.

But had they, really?

Last night, aside from sweating profusely and being exhausted, there was nothing that made her happy.

Mu Yichen sat down on the sofa in her office, casually picking up a fashion magazine to read.

Watching him, Qin Mu couldn’t help but frown: "If you have nothing else to do, go home. I’m not a child, and my car is down in the parking lot; Mu Yi, there’s no need for you to wait here."

Mu Yichen showed no reaction, simply engrossed in the magazine, his long legs crossed, looking so attractive that it made you want to stroke the fabric of his trousers.

Internally fuming, Qin Mu could only turn and sit down behind her desk.

Xiaomei made fresh-ground coffee for Mu Yichen and brewed a cup of herbal tea for Qin Mu.

Gently knocking on the ajar door: "Tea girl reporting for duty!"

Qin Mu turned her eyes away awkwardly at her, her brows furrowed.

Tea girl?

Was the girl asking for trouble?

"What tea? I clearly smell coffee," Qin Mu complained discontentedly.

"Hehe! Yours is tea; Mu Yi’s is coffee," said Xiaomei, putting down the tea and deliberately bringing the coffee to her face to let her smell it.

Qin Mu, who hadn’t had coffee for so long since having a child and was on the brink of madness, had to restrain herself every day, trying to forget the very existence of coffee, was tormented to the extreme by Xiaomei.

"Mu Yi didn’t order coffee, you can take it for yourself!" Qin Mu muttered to Xiaomei under her breath.

"No! I want it!" said Mu Yichen, suddenly putting down the magazine.

Xiaomei immediately went over: "Mr. Mu, if you need a refill, just call me anytime."

"Hey! Xiaomei, whose assistant are you? Or do you enjoy waiting on others so much? Then go downstairs and serve coffee to all the colleagues, and make sure it’s exactly the same as Mr. Mu’s," Qin Mu challenged deliberately.

But Xiaomei turned her head: "Understood, I won’t disturb the lovebirds any longer, I’ll take my leave now."

Xiaomei even bowed to her with the tray in hand.

Qin Mu felt like vomiting blood.

Their lovey-dovey couple act?

They were about to come to blows!

Qin Mu glared at Mu Yichen feeling furious, and saw that he wasn’t looking at her, but it still felt like a cold draft reached her insides.

Mu Yichen later grew tired and lay down on the sofa.

With only half an hour left before work ended, Qin Mu said irritably, "If you’re tired, go home to sleep; the bed is so wide there!"