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The legendary love between a teacher and a student had actually occurred by his side. It was too inspiring!

The two of them walked out of the classroom under the blessings of the class …

It was the revision stage, and the entire campus was empty.

Qiao Mu lowered her head and followed two meters behind Xi Muqiao, her small hands continuously twisting her sleeves. From what she knew of Xi Muqiao, this matter would definitely not be let go just like that.

She raised her head and glanced at the tall and straight figure in front of her. The black suit accentuated his perfect figure, and the meticulous suit made his back seem even more cold and hard.

Normally, she would be drooling at the sight of his back, but she was in no mood to appreciate any of this. Even from two meters away, she could feel Xi Muqiao's anger.

She groaned in her heart. This was bad, this was too bad. No man would like to be discussed like this, right? Not to mention a proud person like Xi Muqiao.

She was at a loss for a long time. Her pink lips slightly lifted as she called out, "Uncle."

Xi Muqiao was not feeling happy right now, so he decided to take the cold route. He wanted to let this little bastard off and let her worry for a while, so that she wouldn't have to spend all his time discussing this with others.

Since Xi Muqiao did not say anything, Qiao Mu was not confident. She quickly took two steps to keep up with him. Unfortunately, her legs were much shorter than his. Moreover, she had no intention of waiting for him to take big strides.

She trotted to his side, tugging at the sleeve of his suit with her small hand, motioning for him to straighten her. "Uncle!"

He didn't even turn his head around. Stretching his chin and looking straight ahead, he brushed away the small hand that was grabbing onto his sleeve. His fingers brushed the areas where Qiao Mu had grabbed onto, as if something unclean had touched them.

His cold demeanor made Qiao Mu completely flustered. Every time he was angered by her, she would yell at her with an ashen face as if he wanted to eat her alive. When had she ever seen his cold appearance before?

Qiao Mu did not dare touch him again. His disdainful attitude made her very sad. She hurriedly said, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Don't be angry."

Xi Mubai glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and snorted coldly. Little bastard, do you know how to be afraid now?

Qiao Mu heard his snort and was elated. She quickly chased after him, "Uncle, I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again."

As she spoke, she reached for the coat in the crook of Simujo's arm and, without even glancing at his face, took it from his arm when she saw that his face was impassive and he had no intention of pushing her away.

Once the crisis was over, she began to chatter again, "Uncle, where are we going?"

Qiao Mu hugged his black coat, looking like a small follower. It was rare for him to be so obedient.

Simujo noticed that she was breathing heavily and slowing down as she spoke. He had a book in one hand and his other hand was in his pants pocket, looking very elegant.

His tone was dull and fierce. "Go home and verify your doubts with you."

Qiao Mu's footsteps came to a halt. In her embrace, she tightly hugged his heavy overcoat. She stroked her short hair that was blown by the wind as she lightly bit her lower lip with her white teeth.

Xi Muqiao scoffed and stopped in his tracks as well. He raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of disdain, "What's wrong? You don't want to? "Qiao Mu, don't forget that we are husband and wife, legal husband and wife. I have the authority to exercise my husband's authority, and you also have the duty to accept me!"

Of course she knew that. She also knew that he had spent five million to buy her, and he had no objection to what he was doing. She had no right to refuse.

Her large eyes blinked as she stared at Xi Muqiao. She was very quiet, and the happiness in her eyes from before had completely disappeared. Xi Muqiao's heart turned soft from her gaze, and he wondered if he had said too much.

Just as Mubai was about to speak again, Qiao Mu extended her hand and timidly gripped his palm. Her raised face suddenly blossomed.

"No, no. Uncle, let's go home."

The cloud between his eyebrows was replaced by pleasure. When his wife held his hand and said we were coming home, something inside of him seemed to have collapsed with a rumble that made the corners of his eyes ache.

"Uncle, why are your eyes red?"

Xi Muqiao spoke coldly, "It was blown away by the wind."

Qiao Mu did not have a meaningful look in her eyes. "You seem like you're about to cry."

Having been mercilessly exposed by Little Rascal, Xi Muqiao flew into a rage, "Shut up! "If you continue to speak nonsense, I will sew your mouth shut!"

Qiao Mu hurriedly lifted the coat in her embrace and covered her mouth as she looked with her beautiful eyes at the noble and cold face of Xi Muqiao. Suddenly, she sighed and thought that the infuriated uncle was quite pleasing to the eye. When Xi Muqiao didn't speak, his entire body would be surrounded by an ice-cold aura.

He called Lin Yi, and soon after, a big Cherokee stopped in front of them. Lin Yi nodded at the two of them.

"Boss, ma'am.

Mubai Qiao was very satisfied with Lin Yi's way of addressing him. She threw him a praising look and said, "This month's prize money will double."

Qiao Mu thought to herself. There was even a bonus? Was the underworld really so formal?

Lin Yi almost jumped up, but he suddenly felt that his CEO wasn't that depressed. He glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror, thinking that with his wife, the body that he had held in for so many years had been released, and now his body and mind were both refreshed!

"Back to Linlang Bay."

"Yes, CEO."

Qiao Mu abruptly snapped out of her thoughts. She looked out the window and saw that they were walking in the opposite direction. She hurriedly spoke up.

"Uncle, aren't we going home? My home isn't here anymore."

Xi Muqiao pulled her up onto his lap and placed her small hand on his waist. He found that he especially liked to hug her like this, that he liked to talk to her face to face, which made him feel particularly at ease.

He lifted her pointed chin so that she could meet his gaze, and he looked into her watery eyes, his index finger scraping against her pretty little nose.

He chuckled. "Not your home, but our home, the two of us."

Qiao Mu was startled. "So fast?"

Xi Muqiao didn't answer her, but asked, "Does madam know what kind of holiday this Saturday is?"

Qiao Mu counted on her fingers and thought for a moment. Today was the 22nd. Saturday was the 25th. She was overjoyed and blurted out.

"Christmas!"

"Does Madame like it?"

Qiao Mu's watery eyes sparkled. "I like it!"

The corner of Xi Muqiao's lips curled up into a smile that could overturn all life. He lowered his head and placed his forehead against Qiao Mu's. His voice was exceptionally alluring in this small space.

"Would Madame like to take presents?"