148: C148 Thirteen Years Late for Pocket Money

C148 Thirteen Years Late for Pocket Money

Because she couldn't get even if she got, like now, too hypocritical.

Mu Shinian self-deprecatingly hooked her lower lip and returned the card to Tong Wanzhi. She smiled faintly and raised her chin, "Since I was five years old, you have left my life. Thirteen years have passed and you finally remembered to give me money."

Tong Wanzhi's face froze and then slowly turned white.

Mu Shinian looked at her face that was as white as paper and smiled innocently, "Mom, you chose the path. Whether it is crying or sweet, I have never forced you."

She pointed upstairs and emphasized again, "He is up there."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

Tong Wanzhi sat on the sofa in a daze and looked at the thin background. Her fingertips twisted the bank card fiercely and there was a struggle in the depths of her eyes.

Mu Shinian lowered her head, and when she went upstairs, she happened to see a figure hugging his arms and leaning against the wall, staring at her indifferently.

Mu Shinian thought of what he might have heard just now and could not help but reach out and grab her hair, saying, "I'm going to practice calligraphy."

After saying that, she gave up and walked towards the study room.

The butler by the side saw Mu Shinian's somewhat dazed background and could not help but rub his hands together. He cried out excitedly, "Young Master, they are too much. Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

Bo Qian glanced at him. He did not say anything, nor did he say anything. He also lifted his foot and followed her upstairs.

In the study room, Mu Shinian was already holding a pen and copying those words in distress.

Bo Qian looked down from above and somehow felt some... sadness from the bottom of his heart.

He really could not understand. Mu Shinian was good-looking, but why would the words be written like that? She was even wilder than a rough man!

He held it in for a few seconds, but he still could not help but ask, "Are you going to be a doctor in the future?"

Otherwise, how could his handwriting be so sloppy?

Mu Shinian did not even raise her head and worked hard to write quickly, "If that's the case, can I not practice writing anymore in the future?"

... "In your dreams."

"Then I don't want to. "

... ""

Bo Qian looked at her suspiciously, as if the girl who was surrounded by a faint sadness was not her.

Even if Mu Shinian was a rock, she should be alive after being stared at by him.

She raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

Bo Qian did not have time to dodge his gaze. He was not afraid at all. He just looked at her openly.

"What's wrong?"

“... No."

Mu Shinian replied in embarrassment and nodded to write again.

What the hell?

Bo Qian cursed in his heart and sat back down on the sofa. He picked up the magazine that did not have the slightest bit of content and started to flip through it.

What was wrong with him being fine?2

The person in question didn't feel that anything was wrong.

Bo Qian shook his head and his gaze landed on the soft back of the head again. He silently turned his eyes away.

Forget it, as long as there was nothing wrong.

...

It was rare for Mu Shirann to get up and wash up today. She even ate a small bowl of rice and then tidied up. She waited anxiously in the living room.

The door opened.

Someone walked in.

Mu Shirann stood up excitedly. When she saw that it was Gu Yan who came in, a clear trace of disappointment flashed across her face. But in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal. "Brother, you are back?"

Gu Yan had worked for a day and had dealt with a few troublesome clients. He was so tired that he was half-dead.

He put his coat on the sofa and said to the butler beside him, "I have eaten outside. There is no need to prepare my dinner."

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