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

"When, are you okay? Why didn't you say it earlier? Where is that man?"

A series of questions hit Qi Shaobai like cannonballs.

It was very difficult for Sheng Mumu to find a gap to answer:

"I didn't meet him, it was the man who secretly took pictures of others, ran past me, and acted righteously."

Hearing her words, Qi Mo's brows didn't relax, but frowned even tighter.

The slender fingers tugged at the tie, with a look of no discussion, and said:

"The matter of the bodyguard is settled."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to the study on the second floor, not giving her the slightest chance to refuse.

Qi Shaobai was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, with a slack posture, and Youyou added:

"You really have to listen to my dad in this matter. He has experience. When I was a child—" Qi Shaobai thought about it and said, "About the second and third grades of elementary school. I was accompanied by bodyguards when I went to and from school, saying that they were afraid that others would kidnap me."

Sheng Mumu: "emmmm... Are you and I the same thing? You also know that we are in the second and third grades."

Qi Shaobai also felt that this metaphor was wrong, so he shrugged:

"Anyway, it's safer to have someone to protect you."

Sheng Mumu reluctantly accepted this statement.

Seeing that she accepted the suggestion of hiring a bodyguard, Qi Shaobai felt relieved and turned back to his room.

The moment he put his hand on the doorknob of the room, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Stop, don't go yet."

Qi Shaobai looked back in doubt, and saw Sheng Mumu standing behind him with arms folded.

With a serious expression and a questioning tone, he said:

"Student Xiaoqi, did you swear just now?"

Qi Shaobai was startled.

His eyes widened slowly, "...huh?"

Did she mean when he just kicked someone at the gate of the villa area?

Then maybe...probably...maybe...

Yes.

Sheng Mumu's palm increased strength, pinching Qi Shaobai's shoulder, as if afraid that he would slip away:

"Don't think that no one noticed when the situation was chaotic, you said it."

Qi Shaobai frowned, and looked away casually: "No."

Sheng Mumu locked his eyes, "You have."

Qi Shaobai continued to play dumb, "Is there any?"

"Stop pretending to be stupid with my old lady." Sheng Mumu froze up, "Forget it this time, and don't talk about it in the future. Although you will soon be an adult, you can't just say swear words casually."

Unknowingly, she assumed the role of mother, and couldn't help but want to discipline this arrogant young master.

"Oh, I see." Qi Shaobai rubbed his blushed forehead with a pitiful and helpless expression, "Can I go back to my room?"

Sheng Mumu thought he looked funny, so she tried her best not to laugh.

She frowned slightly, raised her chin, posed her feet, and said:

"Well, that's right."

Qi Shaobai: ...

the other side.

Qi Mo opened the chair in the study and sat down, and immediately dialed Dong Tezhu's number.

There were no more than three beeps in the earpiece, and Dong Tezhu's energetic voice came:

"President Qi, what are your orders?"

Qi Mo said in a low voice, "Arrange four bodyguards, usually when the wife goes out, to protect the wife's safety."

He paused and changed his mind: "Eight."

Four is a bit small.

"Okay, Boss Qi, I'll do it right away, and I'll bring someone to see you tomorrow morning." Dong Tezhu answered in a second.

"En." Qi Mo's well-knit fingers lightly tapped on the surface of the antique desk, making a dull sound.

The face that had been gloomy all the time relaxed a little.

All of a sudden, Mo Tong's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to think of something, and said:

"Admonish them, usually follow far away, don't affect her."

"Mr. Qi, don't worry, I promise not to let them disturb my wife's life."

After hanging up the phone, Special Assistant Dong smiled knowingly.

In the past, I only knew that the boss was rigorous and conscientious in his work, and thoughtful of every detail.

Unexpectedly, in private, he is still a good man who is as careful as his wife.

I adore it even more.

Assistant Dong secretly clenched his fist.

Vow to target the boss.

Whether it is work or life.

Early the next morning.

Standing on the terrace on the third floor, Sheng Mumu called the lawyer to talk to Sheng Lei about recovering the arrears.

Suddenly, a loud and uniform voice was heard.

"Hi, Mr. Qi!"

Looking down at the source of the sound, the hand holding the phone couldn't help but froze.

Eight burly men stood in the yard with their hands clasped behind their backs and their backs straightened.

Dong Te helped them.

On the opposite outdoor seat, Qi Mo was drinking tea.

Sheng Mumu was stunned for a moment, then swallowed slowly.

Could they be the bodyguards arranged for her?

It's too... exaggerated.

If it is not known that the security of the villa area is strict, outsiders cannot enter.

I would doubt the extent to which a crew came in to make a gangster movie.

Sheng Mumu was not the only one who thought so.

Qi Mo thinks so too.

He put down the teacup, gently rubbed the center of his brows with his slender fingers, and said lightly to Tezhu Dong:

"There is no need to dress uniformly, and there is no need to say hello loudly anytime, anywhere."

His eyes inadvertently glanced at the eight burly men standing in a row in front of him, and he couldn't help pinching his forehead again, and lowered his eyes helplessly.

"Take off your sunglasses, too."

There is no need for these exaggerated things that can reveal one's identity in a second.

Under Dong Tezhu's message, the bodyguards took off their sunglasses, and they didn't stand so straight, and relaxed.

Only then did Qi Mo nod his head slightly, expressing his satisfaction.

He didn't want her to feel pressured and feel like she was being watched.

She just needs to be herself comfortably.

*

On Qi Shaobai's first day of school, he didn't go home until 08:30 in the evening self-study.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a big change in the house, and looked around in doubt.

Colorful sticky notes have been taped to couches, drapes, decorations and even the weights and treadmills at the gym.

Before he could figure it out, a tennis ball suddenly flew towards him.

The tennis ball bounced to the ground and was firmly caught by his backhand.

Sheng Mumu came down from the second floor with a smile on her face:

"Student Xiaoqi, look, this is the exam preparation paradise I prepared for you."

When she spoke, she opened her hands, showing the momentum of conquering the world.

Qi Shaobai looked blank: "...???"

What's the fuss about?

Sheng Mumu explained to him as she came down the stairs:

"From today onwards, apart from the study room and bedroom, I have pasted countless pieces of sticky notes in this villa, all of which I wrote myself in the afternoon."

Qi Shaobai didn't finish listening, his brows raised slightly, he couldn't help interrupting and asked:

"Are you practicing calligraphy?"

Sheng Mumu paused slightly: "..."

God he practiced calligraphy...

She really wanted to shake this kid's head to see what was inside, the brain circuits were always different from ordinary people.

She took a deep breath and said:

"Look carefully, it's all in English."

Hearing the word "English", Qi Shaobai's scalp became tense, and he frowned subconsciously.

"Pasting so many colorful sticky notes at home, post-modern decoration style?"

Sheng Mumu glared at him, "It's all about common grammar and vocabulary that must be memorized in the college entrance examination."

It's the way she used to see it on TV.

It has a little interesting meaning in English.

She took the tennis ball from Qi Shaobai.

He threw it casually to the ground and bounced onto a post-it note on the wall.

The two took a closer look.

It is a sentence pattern about the past tense.

Sheng Mumu took the opportunity to tell him.

Spoken English is fluent and standard.

Coupled with her clear voice, it is very pleasant.

But no matter how standard and best she spoke, Qi Shaobai still showed an expression of lovelessness.

He thought the English tutoring she was talking about was the kind of problem solving.

You can deal with it casually, just brush your papers.

I didn't expect it to be such a 3D wrap-around.

He felt the same way as Sun Wukong at the moment.

I really wanted to hug my head and beg for mercy, saying, "Master, stop reading."

But dare not.