A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 197 I Must Not Be Yours

Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year!
The car accident did not kill Mu Shuoqian, but left a ten-centimeter-long scar on his forehead. Some fine strands of hair covered up the hideous scar, making his face still look the same Flawless.

He was sitting at the dining table eating when a man who appeared to be in his fifties came over with a paper in his hand.

"Sir, the young master's test results are out." Yu Bo stood aside with some trepidation, hesitantly daring to hand in the papers.

Mu Shuoqian put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at it lightly, "Bring it."

Yu Bo sighed secretly, and put the paper in his hand on the table next to him.

Mu Shuoqian picked up the paper and read it from the beginning, his face changed from sunny to cloudy, and his brows became a plain word: "What about others?"

"still sleeping."

"Call up."

"Yes, sir."

Yu Bo hurriedly ran upstairs, in front of a door with One Piece stickers, he knocked lightly on the door: "Young master, sir asked you to get up."

He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no movement inside, so he had to say "I'm coming in" and pushed the door open.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and it was dark, with a little light coming in through the crack of the door, and a small bulge on the bed could be vaguely seen.

When Yu Bo walked to the bed, he saw the little guy lying there with his bare buttocks sleeping soundly. He was sleeping soundly, his saliva flowed all over the pillow, and he was still muttering in his sleep: I want to be the king of pirates. man.

Yu Bo suppressed his laughter, leaned down and called softly: "Young master."

The little guy on the bed pursed his fleshy lips, wiped his saliva carelessly, turned his head to one side and continued to sleep.

"Oh." Although Yu Bo couldn't bear to wake him up from his dream, but when he thought of his father's gloomy face now, he made up his mind and stretched out his hand to pinch his nose.

The little guy was woken up, blinking his big eyes covered with mist, he saw clearly the person standing in front of him, still looking sleepy, his small shoulders were slumped, and he was a little dazed.

"Uncle Yu, I just had a dream."

Yu Bo took the clothes he was going to wear today and put them on the bedside, and asked casually, "What dream?"

"I dreamed that I turned into a sea cucumber and was eaten by my father."

Yu Bo laughed, the world of children is really strange.

The little guy was still puzzled, leaning on his chin with one hand, blinking his eyes: "You said I was eaten, why can I still see my father wiping his mouth? Uncle Yu, you said I changed Is the sea cucumber delicious?"

"Young master, the skin is tender and the meat is tender. It should be delicious, right? However, what I want to tell you is that sir is looking at your report card."

After hearing this, the little guy didn't respond. He picked up one of the pants and put it on his body.

"It's reversed, it's reversed, the trouser pocket should be on the front." Yu Bo hastily corrected him.

"Uncle Yu, why do you say the trouser pocket is at the front?"

"Because it's convenient to put things away."

"Wouldn't it be better to make two identical ones at the back, so that you don't have to separate the front and the back when you wear trousers?"

Yu Bo: "..."

After the little guy got dressed, he went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then he wobbled downstairs.

"Morning, Dad." He went down a few flights of stairs and lazily called out to someone sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

Mu Shuoqian didn't respond, his eyes were still focused on the newspaper in his hand, and there was a bit of hostility in his straight back.

Yu Bo spread his hands at the little guy, with a helpless expression of "seeking good luck", he went to the kitchen and brought breakfast over.

The little guy climbed up to the chair and sat down. He put on his bib and was about to grab a milk glass. The man opposite finally raised his head from the newspaper. His serious face was full of storms. He threw away the report card beside him. Come over: "Explain."

The little guy glanced at it and pursed his lips.

He is still in kindergarten now, and there is no exam in kindergarten. The report card that Mu Shuoqian got is his grades in extracurricular remedial classes, and he is studying French.

The little guy's language talent is different from ordinary people, and he can hardly forget words. Ever since he was babbling, Mu Shuoqian found a French tutor to stay with him every day to exercise him.

In the remedial class, his grades have always been far ahead, even those who are a few years older than him can't pass him in the exam, but this time, he actually got the last place in the exam.

How could Mu Shuoqian not be angry when his grades dropped so drastically.

Facing his father's dark face, the little guy took a sip from the milk cup, and looked at him calmly with his big black eyes: "It's so boring to be the first in the general exam, I want to try to be the last one." The taste, so I emptied half of the paper roll."

The corner of Yu Bo's mouth twitched when he heard this, he didn't know whether to say that the young master was wise and powerful or young and ignorant, but he knew that the husband was very concerned about the young master's French score, almost more than he cared about learning his mother tongue .

Sure enough, Mu Shuoqian's face sank, and his voice was extremely displeased: "Just because of this?"

The little guy nodded like a pounding garlic, drank the milk and took another bite of the sandwich. He felt that the person sitting across from him was not looking well. He handed over the sandwich in his hand obediently, his eyeballs rolled down: "Dad, what are you doing?" , your favorite sandwich, I specially saved it for you."

Yu Bo shook his head and smiled, the young master must have done it on purpose, he clearly knew that sandwiches are what Mr. hates the most.

Mu Shuoqian didn't reach out to pick it up, but stared at his dark eyes and lost his mind.

Once upon a time, she also liked to hand a sandwich in front of him, telling him to remember to eat breakfast, and what would happen if he didn't eat breakfast.

The little guy's eyes were almost exactly the same as hers, with black eyes, thick and slender eyelashes, and when he was smiling or not, his eyes were full of joy.

"Father, if you don't want to eat it, I can eat it." After speaking, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, he hurriedly stuffed the sandwich into his little mouth.

"Young master, slow down, what should I do if I choke?" Yu Bo hastily helped him along the back, and pushed the milk to his hand.

Mu Shuoqian finally came back to his senses, and suddenly ordered: "Fill in all the blank spaces in the paper, and copy the unanswered questions a hundred times."

"puff!"

The milk in the little guy's mouth was sprayed out, and he looked at him incredulously: "Dad, when you were in school, did the math teacher teach you to count?"

Mu Shuoqian frowned.

"I don't have a hundred fingers and toes together. You asked me to copy so many times, are you trying to exhaust me?"

"Then give it a try, will you die of exhaustion if you copy it a hundred times?" Mu Shuoqian continued to read the newspaper, and at the same time said to Bo: "You will supervise him later, and you can pack it up and go home without copying it once."

"Father." The little guy immediately seemed filled with righteous indignation, his little brows were raised, and he looked like he was going to fight, "If you punish me, punish me. The sheep and chickens are innocent."

The corner of Mu Shuoqian's mouth twitched slightly, and he corrected him: "If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them indiscriminately. That's called harming the innocent, what sheep and chickens."

"Father, you yourself know that the sheep and chickens are innocent, so you can't punish Uncle." There was a sly look in the little guy's eyes, "Although, he is a fish."

Yu Bo: "..."

He is just surnamed Yu.

Mu Shuoqian didn't bother to argue with him anymore, and habitually folded the newspaper into tofu cubes.

"Father." The little guy tried to fight for a "commutation" for himself, staring at Mu Shuoqian with pitiful eyes, trying to influence him with his eyes.

Mu Shuoqian glared at him, and shouted in a warning voice: "Mu Qinian!"

Mu Qinian thought about the French that he had to copy a hundred times, and then thought about the astronomical number of one hundred. A burst of sadness came from it, and he put down the milk glass heavily, and shouted very aggrieved: "I must not be your own, Is there any father who treats his son like this?"

Yu Bo was startled, and hurriedly looked at Mu Shuoqian's expression.

"You're just bullying that I don't have a mother. If my mother was still here, she would never let you treat me like this, bad father." Mu Qinian jumped off the chair and was about to go upstairs with short legs.

"Stop for me." Mu Shuoqian's deep voice sounded from behind.

Even though Mu Qiannian was angry, he still didn't dare not listen to his words. Although he stopped at the same place, he didn't turn his head, and his little neck stood stubbornly.

"Young master, hurry up and apologize to your husband." Yu Bo was quite frightened this time, because in this family, the word "mother" is like an insurmountable minefield.

He remembered that nearly four years ago, he was introduced to this home by a friend. At that time, Mu Qinian was still in the package, with a pacifier in his mouth, black eyes, and his little hands and feet were constantly moving around.

At that time, he wondered why he didn't hire a confinement wife to take care of such a young child. Later, he found out that the husband of this family had extremely severe allergies to women, so it was impossible for him to accept women to take care of his son.

Yu Bo's wife died of illness, and he took care of three children alone, and it was because of this experience that he was hired.

He never knew who the child's mother was, and at the same time, no one mentioned that Mr. Mu was very strict with the child, and hired a French foreign teacher as soon as he could speak.

Once the foreign teacher accidentally mentioned his mother to the child, and Mr. Mu immediately fired him after hearing about it.

Since then, this word has become a taboo, anyone who wants to admire Qi Nian will say it outright today.

Mu Qinian pouted, stood upright for a long time before saying sullenly, "Dad, I'm sorry."

After speaking, he ran upstairs alone.

Mu Shuoqian stared at the direction he left for a long time, and finally returned to his room as if nothing had happened.

As soon as the door was closed, boundless loneliness and desolation came to his face, pain, bursts of pain came from his chest, the pain made him unable to breathe.

He heard that she went to country F, so these years, he went on business trips to country F tirelessly, and tried to find her in the streets and alleys aimlessly, but apart from seeing her news on newspapers and TVs, he had nothing to do with her. She never really had a chance encounter.

In fact, it wasn't that he couldn't find her, but what if he found her.

Mu Shuoqian took out a box of stomach medicine from a drawer on one side, and just about to eat it, Yu Bo said outside: "Sir, Teacher Bruno is here, and he wants to tell you about the young master's participation in the children's foreign language lecture. "

(End of this chapter)