You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Sheng Mumu nodded towards Cheng Zhuo.

"I'll hang up first, see you at home." After she said something to the person on the receiver, she hung up the phone.

Qi Group Building.

The handsome man who had walked to the elevator hall with the car key in his hand, silently tightened his eyes.

An emotion that had never been felt before quietly entangled her heart, and Ran frowned.

Like a sudden torrential rain in midsummer, he felt unbearably hot and stuffy.

In the car.

Sheng Mumu sat in the back row with the shopping bag.

She wiped the wet corner of her clothes with a tissue, and expressed her gratitude to the back of the man's head in the front row:

"Cheng Zhuo, thank you, sorry for the trouble."

The man in the front row didn't turn his head, but he could hear a hearty voice with a smile.

"It's okay, don't bother, it's close."

Sheng Mumu: "It's off-duty time now, let me calculate overtime wages for you, so that you won't waste your personal time."

Cheng Zhuo turned his head and quickly refused: "No! Sister Sheng, you are too polite. I will stay alone when I get home from get off work, so I won't delay things."

Sheng Mumu's attitude was firm: "No, then I will no longer be a capitalist who squeezes employees, and it must be counted as overtime. I'll let you do it."

Seeing that he couldn't resist, Cheng Zhuo had no choice but to compromise: "Okay."

The car drove slowly towards Xiyu Yueting in the heavy rain.

Due to the evening rush hour, the speed of the car was slower than Sheng Mumu expected.

It took nearly half an hour to reach the gate of the villa.

She said goodbye to Cheng Zhuo, and trotted into the villa.

When changing shoes, I caught a glimpse of a pair of exquisite Italian handmade leather shoes next to me.

It's Qi Mo's shoes.

He returned?

The distance from Qi's Group to Xiyu Yueting is obviously longer than that from the shopping mall.

How could he go home before her?

Just as he was thinking, the light on the ground in front of him was gradually blocked by a shadow.

Looking up, he saw Qi Mo standing in front of him.

The man was tall and straight, covering her in the shadow.

His gaze sank slowly, and he caught a glimpse of the red mark drawn by the handle of the shopping bag on her fair and delicate palm, and his eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.

Sheng Mumu's bright eyes blinked: "You came back? Why..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the shopping bag in his hand was suddenly picked up by the man.

Then came a deep voice: "I'll get it."

Sheng Mumu stretched his arms forward naturally, "Okay."

Inadvertently touching the man's palm, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Why is it so cold?

Like ice cubes.

She looked up slowly.

There was no superfluous expression on the man's face, there seemed to be a chill between his brows and eyes, and a powerful aura seeped over.

She really couldn't match the indifferent face in front of her with the thoughtful "I'll get it" just now.

"Have a cup of hot tea."

Qi Mo put the shopping bag on the coffee table in the living room, and handed him a cup of hot tea.

Through the faint heat floating on the teacup, Sheng Mumu realized that the man's threatening aura had weakened a bit, and said:

"You came back early today."

In the past, he was still in the company at this time, but today he appeared at home for an unprecedented time.

Qi Mo looked at her with deep eyes, and said slowly: "Well, when I called you, I was already in the parking lot."

Sheng Mumu nodded without thinking, "No wonder."

After drinking tea, she felt warmer on her body, got up and said, "I'm going upstairs to take a bath."

Qi Mo: "Okay."

She went upstairs.

Just after taking a few steps, I suddenly thought of something and turned around.

He found that Qi Mo was looking at her back.

Seeing her looking over, Qi Mo didn't move his eyes, and looked directly at her: "What's wrong?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by his deep and scorching eyes, Sheng Mumu paused and pointed to the shopping bag on the coffee table.

"Try to see if the clothes fit. I didn't buy the size you said. I observed that you have tight muscles and a good figure. Half a size smaller should fit you better. Try it."

Most of the clothes sold to mature men in shopping malls are relatively loose to take care of their middle-aged bodies.

Sheng Mumu has observed that Qi Mo's clothes are almost all customized according to his body shape. If they are sold in standard sizes, they are obviously too big.

The eyes of the man who was praised moved slightly, his tough jaw gradually softened, and he said in a gentle tone:

"Okay, I'll try later."

"Well, I'm going upstairs."

Just when Sheng Mumu was about to turn his head back to the bedroom, Qi Mo suddenly stopped him again.

"Mu Mu."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

She blinked in bewilderment.

This is the first time he called her "Mu Mu".

Somewhat strange.

but……

Being read out by his magnetic and charming voice, there is a kind of indescribable comfort and sweetness.

Sheng Mumu: "Huh?"

Qi Mo: "In the future, if you encounter a situation like today's, you can call me without bothering others."

"I don't."

Sheng Mumu answered immediately without even thinking about it.

After the words fell, the man paused for a moment, and a strange light burst out in his eyes inadvertently.

Low and bleak.

In the next second, Sheng Mumu rolled his eyes.

The bright eyes reflected the shattered light of the chandelier in the living room, and the two dimples sank shallowly, and said in a joking tone:

"Please trouble others, I can count them as overtime pay, trouble you? Forget it—"

She shook her head exaggeratedly, "Your time is worth millions every minute, how can I afford it."

Qi Mo was stunned, and the end of his eyes slowly raised.

"I'm going upstairs." Sheng Mumu ran upstairs briskly, eager to take a hot bath to wash away the fatigue from shopping all afternoon.

That night, Qi Shaobai tried on the clothes Sheng Mumu bought.

It fits perfectly.

Just, for the color, some surprises.

Qi Shaobai finally knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

Sheng Mumu opened the door with a metallic Iron Man mask on.

As soon as the door opened, Qi Shaobai took a step back in fright, "I'll go..."

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

Qi Shaobai hesitated to speak: "Uh...do I really have to wear that ski suit?"

Sheng Mumu: "Doesn't it fit? If the size is wrong, you can change it."

Qi Shaobai looked unloved, "But it's pink."

Sheng Mumu was puzzled: "The pink is so pretty, the sun is gentle."

It is most suitable for the tsundere young master in his teens, it can neutralize his prickly energy.

Qi Shaobai: "..."

Sheng Mumu patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Your dad's one is bright red, how nice it is, a parent-child outfit."

Qi Shaobai's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it: "..."

His dad is big... big red? ? ?

Qi Shaobai hadn't recovered from his shock, when he heard Sheng Mumu say again:

"You are only 17 years old, don't dress like an old man all day long, black and white and gray every day, it is unlucky."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Mumu closed the door with a "snap".

Qi Shaobai: "..."

After a while, he accepted the fact with difficulty.

Well, since his dad can wear bright red, what's so strange about him wearing pink?

Anyway, it's just a ski suit, not a school uniform.

in the room.

The man sitting by the bed flipping through a financial magazine heard the conversation between the two at the door, and his fingers froze undetectably.

Black and white gray, old man...