Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

There are a few women who have been around all year round. Seeing that Mu Qingmo's expression is wrong, they guess which woman Mu Qingmo is planted in.

When he heard this, Mu Qingmo laughed and cursed like his friends said they were guilty, and then looked out the window in a daze.

Just like now, Mu Qingmo sat alone in the office and stared blankly at the photo on the phone.

The moment he saw the photo, Mu Qingmo couldn't help sighing at the speed of time.

It was as if the dusty memory suddenly emerged in his mind, making Mu Qingmo feel a little dazed for a while.

Mu Qingmo zoomed in on the screen with his fingers and looked at everyone's faces seriously, until Mu Qingmo's fingers stopped at Lin still smiling happily, and he was reluctant to press the return button.

The little girl was only seventeen. She wore a wool roll exactly like Nan Sheng's, and threatened to be fashionable or something. She wore a denim skirt with a big smile.

Mu Qingmo's eyes were smiling, and at that time in the photo, he was still smiling while holding the two little girls' wool rolls with both hands, his eyes wanton.

However, Mu Qingmo had some vague memories. After taking this photo, the two little girls were dragged to the barber shop to straighten their hair.

Thinking of the aggrieved pouting and accusing him in dissatisfaction, Mu Qingmo couldn't help but smile.

After collecting this photo, Mu Qingmo threw away the phone, frowned and stroked his forehead with a decadent look on his face.

He wanted to see Lin still.

Even if you can't speak, you can just look at her quietly.

Mu Qingmo got up and looked out the window, his figure was reflected in the glass.

Mu Qingmo's eyes were bright, and he quietly stared at his own reflection.

In an instant, Mu Qingmo suddenly figured it out.

No matter how the Pan family and the Lin family match up with Lin Yijing and Pan Yijing, it still depends on whether Lin Yijing is willing or not.

He knew this little girl's temperament, she was very stubborn, if she didn't like it, she didn't like it.

But if Mu Qingmo didn't take a gamble and tried his best, would he...

Mu Qingmo wanted to fight for himself. Even if he failed in the end, Mu Qingmo would not regret that he was willing to do anything for the girl he liked.

Thinking of this method in his mind, Mu Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a lot more enlightened.

The important thing now is how to still connect with Lin.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Qingmo couldn't come up with anything, and was so irritable that he went to the table to touch the cigarette case without thinking.

As soon as he took out one, Mu Qingmo raised his eyes.

correct!

His lighter was still there.

Looking down at Pan, Mu Qingmo bit a cigarette, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed happily.

Yea, why did I forget this.

When Mu Qingmo was biting the cigarette **** and laughing, the assistant didn't know when he came in. Seeing Mr. Mu, who has always been dragging, showed such an expression, the assistant was a little confused, but when he thought of something else, he boldly patted Mu Qingmo. shoulders, "Mr. Mu?"

"Ok?"

Mu Qingmo came back to his senses, still holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The assistant thought that Mu Qingmo wanted to smoke, but when he was about to take out the lighter, he was stopped by Mu Qingmo, "Don't, I don't smoke."

The assistant scratched the back of his head, looked puzzled, and asked boldly, "Then you are..."

Noticing the cigarette beside his mouth, Mu Qingmo coughed and took off the cigarette.

Seeing that the assistant was still staring, Mu Qingmo became annoyed and slapped the assistant on the back of the head, "Are you busy? After all that, tell me whether the old man sent you to watch me?"

The assistant felt aggrieved, "Mr. Mu, I'm not! I'm really not!"

"oops!"

Mu Qingmo glanced at the assistant with disgust, "Please, big brother, you are full of muscles, don't make those aggrieved expressions, okay?"

The assistant nodded, "Alright then."

Throwing the cigarette into the trash can, Mu Qingmo asked lazily, "Tell me, what else is going on?"

The assistant shook his head, "No."