Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Mu Nansheng wrinkled his nose: "I hate it, don't disturb me."

Gu Jingchen returned to his serious look, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll go to the study to deal with some documents, and I'll come down later."

"it is good."

Mu Nansheng waved his hand: "Come on, I'm with my mother."

Without saying anything, Gu Jingchen nodded and went upstairs.

Mu Nansheng, on the other hand, was earnestly learning how to knit scarves with Madam Gu and Ma Li.

At the same time, Lin still and Mu Qingmo also finished their meal and drank tea.

Compared to Mu Qingmo's calmness, Lin was still a little nervous.

Lin still ate this meal with fear and fear, for fear that he would accidentally do something that would ruin his image.

The decoration of the Japanese food store is very unique, and the dim light is very special.

Noticing that Lin was still absent-minded, Mu Qingmo put down the teacup and tapped on the corner of the table.

"still?"

Uncertainly whispered, Mu Qingmo raised his eyebrows: "Did you get distracted?"

Lin still blushed slowly and gradually became shy.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted."

"fine."

Mu Qingmo replied casually, "The tea is getting cold, I just wanted to tell you this, but now you seem to be frightened."

Lin still bit his lip and coughed uncomfortably: "Oh...I'll drink it now."

Picking up the teacup in a panic, Lin still hurriedly took two sips, his eyes dodging, and he couldn't be panic.

Because it is a small single room, coupled with the dim light, it becomes more and more ambiguous.

Lin still wasn't good at chatting, and not chatting in this atmosphere made her even more embarrassed.

With that comes uncertainty about yourself.

Lin was still worried that Mu Qingmo would think that he was a rude person, and that he might even think he was boring.

Afraid that Mu Qingmo would feel this way, Lin still could only bite the bullet and sit on the spot, chatting awkwardly with Mu Qingmo.

Chatting aimlessly, Mu Qingmo spoke without a word, and occasionally lowered his head and sipped his tea.

Lin still retreated in his heart, holding the cup, lowered his head and said nothing in silence.

The atmosphere gradually became a little dull, and Lin still realized this. He wanted to open his mouth to relieve himself, but silently closed his mouth because he didn't know what to say.

The contradictory and tangled expressions were all caught in Mu Qingmo's eyes.

Seeing that Lin, who has always been calm and self-controlled, was still able to show such a tangled expression, made Mu Qingmo slightly annoyed.

Is it possible to be so uncomfortable with him?

God knows how much effort it took for Mu Qingmo to spend more time with Lin Yilan before taking the time to make an appointment with Lin Yilan.

Mu Qingmo's anxiety was no less than that of Lin Yiran. In order to relieve the pressure, Mu Qingmo didn't know how much water he poured.

Putting down the teacup, Mu Qingmo sighed, slightly helpless.

It seems that I have to work harder, otherwise, when will I be able to catch Lin still.

The strength was not well controlled, the strength of putting down the teacup was a little too strong, and Mu Qingmo sighed, which directly caused a misunderstanding that could not be ignored.

Lin still widened his eyes and looked at Mu Qingmo with some unspeakable fear in his heart.

It's over, is he impatient with himself?

Lin was still a little overwhelmed, but a good tutor didn't allow her to ask directly.

She was afraid that if she asked, the two would be in an embarrassing situation.

Glancing at Mu Qingmo, and suppressing the small disappointments in his heart, Lin still clenched the cup in his hand tightly.

Noticing that Lin was still frightened, Mu Qingmo also understood what was going on.

Okay, now, I am really self-defeating.

"Feel sorry."

Mu Qingmo spoke with a hint of confusion in his voice: "Is it too loud?"

Lin still shook his head slowly and squeezed out a smile: "No, Brother Qingmo."