Heartbeat of Marriage: The Second Marriage in the Prosperous Age

Chapter 315 Angry?Or helpless!

With doubts, he tiptoed into Mu Shaoling's room again and opened the wardrobe, but he didn't see the white suit with his "masterpiece".

"No, could it be that I read it wrong!"

He looked through it again unwillingly, but found that there was still nothing. He sat on the floor dejectedly, pursing his lips and thinking about what the problem was.

"Could it be because the servant saw that it was dirty, so he took it for washing!"

After much deliberation, this is the only possibility, because if Mu Shaoling really saw it, he would definitely be very angry and ask who did it, but he didn't. There is only one reason, and it must be when he found out. At least it was taken to dry cleaning by the maid.

Thinking of this, an unhappy expression appeared on his face. He was really happy for so long. Why didn't he see it? In order to confirm his guess, he decided to go to the laundry room to take a look.

"Hi, young master!"

"Little Master!"

In the laundry room, a group of older servants were washing by hand, dry-cleaning, and washing machine. It was very lively, and they greeted Mi Tongtong enthusiastically when they saw Mi Tongtong coming.

"Well, hello!"

He just responded lightly, his eyes kept scanning to see where the shadow of the suit was.

"Young master, what are you looking for!"

A winky aunt saw that Mi Tongtong seemed to be looking for something when she came in, so she asked him with a smile on her face.

"Have you ever seen a white suit that was painted!"

Mi Tongtong looked at everyone with a serious face, and his tone became serious. If there is no one here, then he really doesn't know where to find it.

"I know, young master, here it is!"

An honest-looking aunt stood up from her chair, searched under the table for a long time and finally took it out, but it was already crumpled.

"Is it this one?"

The servant walked up to Mi Tongtong with the suit and asked him to check it out.

"Yes, that's right, did you get it from Wei Shushu's closet!"

Seeing this suit again, Mi Tongtong was very excited. Seeing that there was no shortage of paintings on it, he rolled his eyes and decided to put it in Mu Shaoling's wardrobe again.

"Who is the strange sorghum?"

The servant was stunned for a moment, obviously not knowing who this title was used to describe.

"Ah, it's your young master!"

Mi Tongtong immediately reacted, smiled slightly, and blurted out.

"Oh, but this was given to me by the young master himself!"

She showed a confused expression, maybe she remembered it wrong, but in this family, who else can have such an expensive suit except the young master.

"What, he gave it to you with his own hands, when!"

Mi Tongtong's voice directly raised several degrees, and the expression on his face became ugly.

"It seems to be the day before yesterday!"

The servant recalled it, and he remembered that it was the day before yesterday when the young master suddenly stopped him who was passing by at night, saying that he was going to throw this suit away.

"What did he do for you, dry cleaning?"

It's strange that Shushu already knew it, so why didn't he take any action!
"How can this be washed off! I was asked to throw it away!"

The servant covered his mouth and smiled, looking at the white suit in front of him, it was simply horrible.

"Then why are you still keeping it!"

Mi Tongtong was even more surprised, and blamed Shushu for not yelling loudly, but let the servant throw it away like this.

"This suit looks really good. I didn't want to throw it away at the time, so I brought it back. There have been too many things in the past two days, so I forgot!"

The servant smiled shyly, and two red clouds appeared on his cheeks.

"Young master, are you here to take it back? Although the clothes are no longer wearable, the fabric is still very good and can be used for other purposes. I just thought that if I take them home, I can also give them to our puppy. It would be great to make a nest..."

Mi Tongtong didn't listen to what the servant said later, and now he was immersed in the fact that Mu Shaoling already knew, and didn't know how to react at all, he turned around in a daze and wanted to leave go out.

"Hey, young master, don't you want it?"

When the servant saw it, he hurriedly called Mi Tongtong to stop, didn't he come to get the suit, why didn't he want it now.

"No more..."

Mi Tongtong suddenly realized, waved his hands quickly, and ran out as if fleeing.

"What's going on here? Could it be that he doesn't care about that suit at all and doesn't care?"

He still didn't understand what Mu Shaoling was thinking, but he just felt that the suit was not important to him.

"It seems that this time we will intensify our efforts!"

Mi Tongtong, who vowed not to give up until he made him angry, made a resolute expression, and decided to punish Mu Shaoling again.

He went into Mu Shaoling's room again to see what other important things he wanted to throw away for him, but he saw Mi Sixuan folding clothes.

"Tongtong, what's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Mi Sixuan was tidying up the clothes that had just been dried, and when she heard the movement, she turned her head and saw that it was Tongtong, still acting secretly.

"Ah, Mom, it's okay, I'm making a model, let's see if there is any glue in your house!"

Seeing that he was discovered, Tongtong quickly straightened up, put on a serious look, and said openly.

"Oh, probably not, go look in the storage room!"

Although he was a little puzzled as to why Tongtong came to this room to look for glue, he didn't care too much.

"Okay, I know!"

Touching his beating heart, he was gasping for breath, frightened to death, thinking that it was a strange sorghum in the house, and he was almost discovered.

There is no way to enter the house again, so what should I do!

Mi Tongtong scratched his head in distress, his eyes swept away, and suddenly saw the kitchen, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over.

It's strange that Shushu has to use his own teacup every time he drinks water, cut it, and throw it away for him this time, to see if he still drinks tea.

Thinking of this, he directly picked up the quilt in the cupboard, looked outside to make sure there was no one, then ran out quickly, and threw the cup directly into the trash can, the whole action was done in one go, fast, accurate, and ruthless!
"Hmph, let's see if you are angry this time!"

Mi Tongtong clapped his hands, smiled smugly, and returned to his room nervously, waiting for Mu Shaoling to find out.

In the evening, Mu Shaoling returned home from get off work as usual, and went directly to the study to continue working after dinner.

"Sister Zhou, bring me a cup of coffee!"

After sorting out some important documents, he stretched himself, rubbed his sore neck, opened the door and yelled at Mrs. Zhou downstairs.

Mi Tongtong, who was sitting on the sofa with a bitter face and was waiting to drink milk, regained his energy now. He looked at Mrs. Zhou with bright eyes, anticipating her next move, and his heart was pounding with excitement.

"Okay, young master!"

After receiving the news, Mrs. Zhou hurried to the kitchen and polished the coffee quickly. When she opened the cabinet, she didn't find Mu Shaoling's cup.

"Hey, where did the cup go? It was put here yesterday, why is it not there?"

This frightened Mrs. Zhou. She searched back and forth several times, but she couldn't find the cup, and her heart was more than half cold. Usually, the young master only drinks tea with his exclusive teacup. What should I do now that I don't have any? After thinking about it, she decided that she should go upstairs and talk to him.

Seeing Mrs. Zhou coming out with a solemn expression, Mi Tongtong knew it must be because she found that the cup was gone, so she sat quietly waiting for Mu Shaoling's reaction.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a hasty knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Mu Shaoling thought it was Mrs. Zhou who came in with coffee, so he habitually didn't raise his head.

"Master, that..."

Like a child waiting to be punished, Mrs. Zhou lowered her head and twitched her hands restlessly.

"What's wrong!"

Finding that she didn't put down the coffee and leave today, Mu Shaoling raised his head, but he didn't see the coffee.

"It's just that I didn't find your cup, young master, but I obviously cleaned it yesterday and put it in the cupboard, but I haven't found it after searching for a long time today..."

Her voice seemed very bewildered, and she didn't dare to look up at Mu Shaoling, thinking that it was her own dereliction of duty, the young master's cup looked expensive, and she didn't know when she would be able to pay for it.

"I didn't find it, did you go through it carefully?"

Thinking that she just misunderstood, Mu Shaoling didn't care, and asked casually.

"Turned it over, but still nothing!"

Mrs. Zhou's voice sounded very aggrieved, and her vicissitudes of face seemed to be several years old at the moment.

"Really? This... I know, it's okay, you go out first! Today's coffee doesn't need to be delivered, I will buy a new one tomorrow!"

As if suddenly thinking of something, Mu Shaoling paused while flipping through the files, raised his head, and said to Mrs. Zhou in a comforting manner.

It seems that Mi Tongtong did it again. He hasn't stopped for a while in the past two days, hey!The child's desire for revenge is really too strong.

Even though he took his favorite quilt away, Mu Shaoling still didn't show any big expression, and he couldn't get angry. Tongtong did so many bad things these days, and he was more helpless.

"Does it really matter?"

Mrs. Zhou was a little unconvinced. That's it. Didn't the young master take a fancy to that cup?However, I feel a little more grateful to Mu Shaoling in my heart.

"Well, none of your business!"

He emphasized it again to Mrs. Zhou with a blank face.

"Thank you sir!"

With a smile all over her face, Mrs. Zhou walked out feeling relaxed and in a much better mood. Sure enough, from the moment the young master saved her, she knew that he must be a good person.

Hearing the sound of Mrs. Zhou closing the door, Mu Shaoling no longer had any desire to work. He put down the documents in his hands, saved the list on the computer, put his hands on the back of his head, and leaned on the recliner, thinking about this. What happened in two days.

Why is Mi Tongtong still not angry after doing so many bad things?This doesn't look like his own style at all. Could it be that he is his own son?No way!But once this idea came out, it couldn't be stopped, it was like a seed, slowly taking root and sprouting in his heart.

(End of this chapter)