222: C222 Director Mu You've Lost a Lot of Face

C222 Director Mu You've Lost a Lot of Face

Mu Qianhan was still half asleep when she heard a sound in her ears, but she couldn't quite make out what it was.

She struggled to open her eyes and saw a big and small figure sitting on the sofa. It was unknown what they were muttering about.

"Siyi?" Mu Qianhan called out in a low voice.

"Mommy!" Mu Siyi immediately struggled out of Moo Yifeng's embrace and ran in front of Mu Qianhan.

Mu Qianhan raised her left arm and hugged Mu Siyi. She looked at Moo Yifeng and matched Moo Yifeng's gaze. Mu Qianhan's eyes met, and she froze for a moment before lowering her head.

"Did Siyi listen to handsome dad?"

"Siyi was very obedient, but Mommy wasn't. She got sick." Mu Siyi twisted his fingers and sat down next to Moo Yifeng.

Hearing her son's words, Mu Qianhan blushed and didn't reply for a long time.

"Siyi, come over to handsome dad." Moo Yifeng helped Mu Qianhan.

Mu Siyi obediently walked to Moo Yifeng's side, found a book to obediently read.

"Mr. Moo, thank you." Without him, her son would still be waiting in the kindergarten, and she would not know where he was.

Hearing the words' Mr. Moo 'coming out from Mu Qianhan's mouth, Moo Yifeng's expression became stiff.

"You're welcome!" With that, he stopped looking at Mu Qianhan, afraid that he would be unable to resist asking her to call him by name.

The atmosphere in the ward became strange, Siyi was keenly aware of it.

He looked at Mommy, who had her back to them, and then at Moo Yifeng, who had a frosty expression on his face.

"Mommy, do you eat fruit? "I just bought it from Uncle An." Mu Siyi's plump little hands took out a large apple from the bag.

Moo Yifeng spontaneously received the apple, "Let me peel it."

Mu Qianhan originally wanted to say that she would do it herself, but when she saw Moo Yifeng's anxious expression, she didn't feel like insisting. In Mu Qianhan's eyes, Moo Yifeng should be an idiot in the kitchen, but she didn't expect Moo Yifeng to cut him down and send half of his apple flying onto Mu Qianhan's bed.

Looking at the fruit knife in Moo Yifeng's hand, Mu Qianhan was slightly scared, "Let me do it, the needle in my hand won't have much of an impact."

"I can." He didn't believe it. Even an apple was going against him.

Moo Yifeng threw the small half of the apple on the bed into the trash can and cut off another piece of apple skin the size of a fingernail.

Mu Qianhan was really afraid that Moo Yifeng would cut her finger, so she stood up to take the knife from Moo Yifeng's hand. Unexpectedly, the latter was already on his guard.

Seeing her get up, he immediately frowned, "Lie still on the bed, I can do it."

Mu Qianhan's heart skipped a beat and she finally finished off the apple. The apple that was originally the size of her palm was now the size of a fist.

Moo Yifeng handed the apple to Mu Siyi, who was staring at him eagerly. The latter fawningly handed it to Mu Qianhan.

Mu Qianhan looked at the pitted apple and didn't know how to react.

Finally she took the apple in her son's expectant eyes.

Moo Yifeng looked at her and pursed his lips.

Mu Qianhan happened to see Moo Yifeng's smile, but that smile flashed too quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

Perhaps my eyes were blurry just now! Mu Qianhan muttered.

Due to his previous experience, it was clear that Moo Yifeng's second apple was much smoother, but it was still full of holes.

Just by signing with a pair of hands that were worth hundreds of millions of dollars, he was able to peel off so many fruits that were full of potholes.

Pfft! Mu Qianhan couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.

Moo Yifeng raised his head and looked at her with raised eyebrows. It was completely outside of the topic.

"Haha …" Looking at his expression, Mu Qianhan was laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.

"Mommy, do you think that's good?" Mu Siyi looked at his mom with a serious expression.

Of course he knew what Mommy was laughing about, but when he saw that his family's handsome dad didn't know anything, he truly felt pity for handsome dad.

Moo Yifeng looked confused. He glanced at Mu Qianhan and then looked at Mu Siyi.

"Mommy feels great, haha …" Brat, you actually used that kind of expression to look at your mother. You're asking for a beating.

Mu Siyi said in a very euphemistic manner, "handsome dad, it's best if you don't peel any apples from now on."

Moo Yifeng looked at Mu Siyi, then at Mu Qianhan, and then at the apple in his hand. His handsome face flushed red for the first time ever.

He, Moo Yifeng, had been in the dark for so many years. This time, in front of his beloved woman and son, he had lost a lot of face.

President Moo, a dignified Feng Xing Group, was actually disliked by others just because he peeled an apple.

"Haha …" This time the mother and son laughed.

Moo Yifeng's face turned dark.

He couldn't say any harsh words yet. One of them was holding the pain, while the other one didn't dare to say a single word.

Poor President Moocheng, did you get your retribution?

What did that say? How could a person not be punished when he was in the martial arts world?

When Ang Zizhu entered the ward with the documents Young Master Feng asked for, he saw Miss Mu and Siyi laughing together while Liu Tie remained silent with a darkened face.

Seeing him walk in, Young Master Feng's face turned even darker.

Ang Zizhu rubbed his nose and forced himself to put the documents on the sofa beside Young Master Feng.

"Young Master Feng, Miss Mu, I'll be leaving first." Ang Zizhu felt the atmosphere here was weird, so he decided to leave first.

"Assistant Ang, don't go yet!" "Come and try the apple that you guys, Young Master Feng, personally peeled..." Mu Qianhan's tone was very serious and definitely did not have the slightest intention of teasing her.

Except for the slight curve of the corner of her mouth.

Hearing Mu Qianhan's words, Moo Yifeng's facial muscles twitched as he looked coldly at Ang Zizhu.

The latter could only feel the cold arrow shooting towards his back. He stole a glance at the apple on the tea table that should have been round. It was bumpy and uneven, as if it had been bitten by a mouse.

His mouth twitched. Could that be the masterpiece of their great and wise Young Master Feng?

"Ang Zizhu, it's time for you to go back and work overtime." Moo Yifeng's cold voice was full of threat.

Hearing Young Master Feng's words, Ang Zizhu almost staggered and fell down like a dog eating shit.

Young Master Feng, I'm innocent! I really don't mind you giving the apple to the mouse to nibble on.

Unfortunately, the decision Young Master Feng made could not be changed. Assistant Ang, you should go to rest and work overtime!0

After Ang Zizhu left, the laughter in the ward stopped.

Alright, Mu Qianhan and Mu Siyi had already forgotten that Moo Yifeng was the one with the Feng Xing Group.

Now that they thought about it, they felt that for President Moo's sake, it was better not to laugh.

Do you really think this is good? Only now did he feel that it was for President Moo's sake.

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