CEO Daddy and his Beloved Wife

After Mu Qinghuan came out of the room, he ran straight home.

As soon as I enter the house, I see that I'm surrounded by a table, and I'm helped by Chi Youran to make a bun for breakfast. Mu Qinghuan is not angry.

If it wasn't for him, how could she have slept in the same bed with that man all night!

Thinking of the man's cold and handsome face, the temperature on Mu Qinghuan's face can't help but get hot.

"Say it! What happened yesterday? Do you know I was scared to death by you yesterday? " Mu Qinghuan shook his head and drove away the man's face in his mind. He looked at the steamed stuffed bun solemnly.

Mu Qinghuan thought more and more and was afraid. Fortunately, this is his son. What if he lost it?

She didn't dare to think about it. When she thought about muqinghuan, her nose was sour and her tears almost fell.

Seeing Mu Qinghuan's reaction, xiaobaozi was frightened. He quickly stretched out xiaopang's arm and threw it into Mu Qinghuan's arms. His voice choked up, "I know it's wrong, Mommy! I just I just see that uncle and I look very similar, so I want to follow him... "

"You..." Mu Qinghuan was shocked, and there was still some unspeakable sadness and heartache in his heart.

She has always known that her son's heart has been longing for father's love, but she did not expect that little baozi would care so much.

For a while, I couldn't bear to say any more words of blame. I just held the bun tightly in my arms and said in a soft voice, "don't run around any more. Let mommy worry."

Chi leisurely looked at it and sighed.

In the heart but not from secretly ponder, the uncle in the mouth of small steamed stuffed bun, should not be Ji Chenyuan?

When this episode happened, Mu Qinghuan simply let xiaobaozi stay at home. Chi leiran just had a rest today. She asked her friends to watch xiaobaozi at home and went to the company by herself.

As soon as she entered the company, Mu Qinghuan's assistant came to inform her that there were important customers waiting for her in the conference room.

Mu Qinghuan did not dare to delay and went directly to the conference room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw mu ningyue sitting on the sofa, looking down at the magazine made by the studio, with calm and elegant posture.

Hearing the news, she looked up at Mu Qinghuan with an arrogant smile on her face.

"As a designer, you let your customers wait. Mu Qinghuan, you are not competent at all." Mu ningyue said, "but who let you be my sister? I'll give you some face. I won't worry about it, but you should design my toasting dress well. I'll give you a chance to be famous. "

Mu Qinghuan pinches the bag tightly in his hand to cover up his emotion.

But her face was not moved. "Please tell me about the dress style you want."

Mu Qinghuan looks like a business man. He doesn't feel happy or angry. This kind of reaction obviously makes mu ningyue unhappy.

She Leng for a while, also don't go to see Mu Qinghuan handed her dress style diagram, "you according to your inspiration design, I have no requirements."

Mu Qinghuan frowned.

No requirement is the biggest requirement.

If she designs it according to her own idea, and mu ningyue is not satisfied with it in the end, she will pick up mistakes at will.

"Why, aren't you the chief designer? Can't do such a simple thing? If it can't be done, I'll tell your boss directly, and let him reexamine whether the designers here have that ability or not. "

"Well, I'll take over. Do you have any other requirements? The finished dress will take time. When do you want it? "

Mu Qinghuan asked lightly.