740: C740 Don't Throw Food

C740 Don't Throw Food

"Eat! You only know how to eat. Look at how fat you have become recently! "

The butler pinched his throat weakly as he chased frantically from behind.

Mu Shinian stared at the white haired tiger and bit half of the prawn as she muttered, "It is indeed too fat."

"En, that's right." Bo Qian stared at the prawn and lowered his head to peel it off. "Let it eat another good meal. It will start eating diet tomorrow."

That was really pitiful.

Mu Shinian bit her chopsticks and silently cursed in her heart.

Bo Qian looked at her and said with a warning voice, "You can't give it any more food. If you continue eating, it will really become fat like a ball."

Mu Shinian silently nodded her head.

Bo Qian put the last prawn in her bowl and warned her, "The bag of food you hid under the bed. Remember to keep it well. It will open it by itself."

... ""

Mu Shinian looked up.

How did he know?

Bo Qian shrugged speechlessly. "It runs to your room every day. Do you really think I don't know?"

Mu Shinian stared at him confidently.

Bo Qian sneered. He used his chopsticks to pick up a prawn and stuffed it into her mouth. "Eat it."

Mu Shinian bit hard twice as if she was venting her anger.

Bo Qian stared at her red ears. If he did not know what kind of person she was, he would have thought that this girl's skin could really be this thick.

She was obviously wrapped up, yet she could still pretend that nothing had happened in such a serious manner.

Her mental fortitude was not ordinary.

The white haired tiger suddenly ran in again and placed the plate on the ground. Cyril finished his meal while snoring. When he heard the butler run back, he quickly finished his last meal and ran away while wagging his tail.

When the butler ran in, he could only see an empty lunchbox.

"You brat, stop right there. I'll definitely teach you a lesson today!"

"Stop right there, do you hear me!?"

It would be strange if the white haired tiger could stop.

Its fat body jumped up the stairs cunningly.

The butler propped up his old waist and chased after it with great difficulty. From the looks of it, he would not be willing to give up until he caught a few strands of its fur.

Mu Shinian calmly looked at the butler's figure and asked worriedly, "Is he alright?"

He was already so old and was so agile. If his waist were to flash, that would probably be the case. All the hair on the hairy child's body would be stripped off.

Bo Qian ate calmly. "Don't worry, it's fine."

Alright, as long as he said it was fine, it was fine.

Mu Shinian continued to eat with a clear conscience.1

Vaguely, she could hear the footsteps of the child jumping up and down from upstairs. Occasionally, she could also hear the butler's roars.

A text message came in through the phone.

Mu Shinian took a look and turned it off.

Bo Qian saw her expression change and asked curiously, "Whose message is it?"

"Mu Shirann." After Mu Shinian said that, she added, "She asked me to go to the library tomorrow."

" Oh. "

Bo Qian picked up a vegetable expressionlessly.

Mu Shinian was also not very happy.

The important thing was, what did Mu Shirann mean by the latter part of her sentence? What did it mean to dress up in a low-profile manner and not be recognized by others?

Go to the library and find a slightly more secluded place. No one would notice. Instead, it was specially dressed up to hide it that attracted more attention, right?

When Mu Shinian thought of this, she did not want to continue thinking about it.

In any case, she would not suffer a loss.

...

The next day.

Mu Shirann specially dressed herself up before preparing to go to the library.

She talked to her manager for a while. Although Ms Wenn was very unhappy, after hearing her reason, she still agreed.

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