C26

Lin Yi put down the phone and thought to himself, "This man with a long period of restriction on sex really has a weird temper. He's always scared when he's an assistant."

Xi Mubai put down his phone and got back into bed. The warmth he had just received from Qiao Mu was already cold. He lowered his eyes to look at the little person in his embrace. His fingers pinched Qiao Mu's white earlobes.

Her earlobes were slowly turning red and the peculiar burning sensation made Qiao Mu feel very uncomfortable. She carefully withdrew her head and said, "Uncle, I have lessons tomorrow and need to get up early to catch the bus."

There was a trace of love in Xi Muqiao's voice as he replied, "It's alright, I'll send you there."

"Don't do that, Uncle. Your car, once it stops in front of the school gate, will it be the center of attention!?" Qiao Mu puffed up her cheeks and continued, "If I didn't know, I would have thought that I was raised by a nouveau riche."

Xi Muqiao's thick and curling eyelashes fluttered. With an indifferent tone, he said with dissatisfaction, "Have you ever seen such a handsome nouveau riche?"

Qiao Mu could not stop herself from saying, "Speaking of which, you can be considered my customer …"

After a while, Xi Muqiao glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost eleven o'clock, and the little bastard's mouth was still chattering nonstop, showing no signs of wanting to sleep.

Xi Mubai pinched the small waist of the woman in his arms. With a gentle and strict voice, he said, "If you're not going to sleep, then get out of bed."

Little Rascal was still not convinced, it pursed its lips and said pitifully, "Why are you so fierce? It was not easy to get someone to talk to me. Usually, when I'm sleeping alone, I talk to myself in front of the ceiling. How boring."

Xi Muqiao's heart skipped a beat. He furrowed his brows in pity as he spoke to the ceiling?

His delicate chin rested against Qiao Mu's head. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow over his eyes. His tone was softer. "Go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to eat Crab Bun."

Qiao Mu blinked her large eyes, her pink lips raised up into a faint smile, "Alright, Lord Golden Lord, good night."

Early morning.

When Qiao Mu finished eating the tenth Crab Bag, Xi Muqiao pulled the remaining bags over to him, "You're not allowed to eat anymore."

Then, she looked Qiao Mu up and down. Such a small person, why did she eat so much? Where did she leave it?

"Uncle, don't be so stingy, it's just a few crab buns, you're so rich anyways." Qiao Mu protested. Her gaze was aggrieved as she looked at the delicacies that had been taken away. She held food in her mouth as she argued incoherently.

"By the way, Uncle, how did you know I like to eat crab yolk packets?" She had never mentioned this to anyone.

Xi Mubai's eyes were half-lidded as he spoke mysteriously, "Scratch your fingers and calculate."

"…" Qiao Mu was speechless.

At the bus stop, Mubai Qiao took out two pieces of fur from her grandfather's robes and handed them to Qiao Mu. "Take them to the bus."

Xi Muqiao's thin lips curled up. He didn't know how much it would cost to take the bus, but he was sure it wouldn't cost that much. He was hoping that Little Rascal would be able to eat better in school.

His gaze swept over Qiao Mu. Xi Muqiao stepped forward, leaned over and pulled down the zipper on Qiao Mu's cotton garment, before tucking the scarf in.

The warm breath on Qiao Mu's face caused a blush to appear and Qiao Mu could not help but take a step back.

Xi Muqiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "So sensitive?" Then he bent down once again and whispered into Qiao Mu's ear, "It won't be too late to wait until we're sensitive to the chuang."

Qiao Mu's mind rumbled as her little face flushed red once again. Damn it, what was wrong with this bird!

It was obvious that Qiao Mu's obvious reaction made Xi Muqiao very satisfied. A low and deep laugh escaped her throat.

Xi Muqiao's smile made Qiao Mu feel abnormally ashamed and angry. He glared viciously at Xi Muqiao, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "You're a bird. All day long, you've been thinking about these things. Aren't you afraid of losing everyone?"

After saying that, without waiting for Xi Muqiao to speak, Qiao Mu turned around and squeezed onto the bus. The moment the bus started moving, Little Rascal gave Xi Muqiao a middle finger, its delicate face full of provocation.

The smile on Xi Muqiao's face froze and turned ashen. He resisted the urge to chase after Little Rascal and beat Little Rascal up.

F * ck, who did he learn all this from? She even had a middle finger, so she knew a lot. She wanted to see how he would deal with her next time.

Xi Muqiao turned around and got in the car, slamming the door shut. The loud noise attracted the attention of passers-by.

He took the phone and tapped it lightly with his long finger. A trace of clear dissatisfaction appeared on his face as he said, "Why aren't you coming over yet?"

"CEO, it's only seven …" There was a flurry of explanations from the other end of the phone.

"You can come over whenever the CEO asks you to, why are you spouting so much nonsense!"

Throwing the phone to the side, Xi Muqiao took two deep breaths. This little bastard really had the ability to do so. This infuriated him to the point that his heart ached. Thus, Lin Yi became the scapegoat early in the morning.

Just as he was about to drive away, his phone rang again. Xi Muqiao took it with a dark face. When he saw the name on the caller ID, his anger faded. "Hello, sister-in-law Wang."

The voice on the other end of the line was in a mess. "Young Master, come back quickly. Master is here to ask for money again, and he still has to make a move on Madame."

Xi Muqiao's expression suddenly changed. Deep within his deep eyes, a storm was brewing. His voice was as cold as ice. "I'll go back immediately."

Driving back faster, Simujo didn't want to do anything to that person anymore, but why did that person keep challenging their bottom line time and again?

The car stopped in front of the Xi Family residence halfway up the mountain. Aunt Wang, who had been waiting for a long time, anxiously walked up to the door and followed behind Xi Muqiao. "Master has already been causing trouble for two hours. We couldn't persuade him otherwise so we called Young Master."

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw that the floor was in a mess. His mother was supporting his forehead as she sat on the sofa. Xi Muqiao quickly stepped forward and asked, "Mom, are you alright?"

Yuan Sufei raised her head, her face was pale and her eyes were red. Seeing Xi Muqiao walk in as if he had found his backbone, her tears flowed down as her lips trembled, "Muqiao, what did we do wrong?"

Mubai Qiao knelt on one knee in front of her mother and held Yuan Sufei's hand. Looking at her mother's pained expression, she softly consoled her, "Mom, we were wrong, it was the journey wrong."

"But he's your father."

"Not since fourteen years ago. Now, he's just a familiar stranger."