CHAPTER 1398: CHAPTER 395: DADDY TEACHES MOMMY HOW TO KISS (PART 6)

It’s a relief that Qin Mu is here; as long as they’re together, it’ll avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

Mu Yichen is now most afraid of having misunderstandings with his wife. He’s genuinely worn out and no longer wants to have big fights with her over little things caused by others.

Mrs. Mu is best suited for being pampered on his bed!

The seemingly fierce little wildcat, he must tame her to be obedient under him, making her cry from pleasure. But all these beautiful imaginations depend on him not letting others bother her.

"I really didn’t expect these two to reconcile so quickly; I thought it would take at least a year or so."

Qiao Yi murmured softly, entering the elevator with Mu Yichen.

"A year or so? Then you’d lose a brother."

Mu Yichen said as he went in, which was probably supposed to be a cold joke because it was indeed quite cold.

After realizing it, Qiao Yi couldn’t help but chuckle, "Then it’s better to reconcile quickly! Who knows, they might get carried away and have another child."

Qiao Yi thought that if Jiang Zhiyuan could have a little accident and An Nan got pregnant, their marriage would be practically settled.

After a busy morning, Mu Yichen finally had to text Qin Mu at noon: "Shall we have lunch together?"

Qin Mu was already walking with colleagues towards the restaurant, glancing at the incoming message intending to ignore it at first. After some thought, she opened WeChat and replied: "No need! We have a whole group here!"

Mu Yichen: "Those people are luckier than me!"

Qin Mu: "Stop it!"

Both of them clearly understood each other’s intentions. Mu Yichen chuckled softly after seeing her response: "I’m having lunch with Lao Qiao and his wife at the staff cafeteria."

"Is Mu always reporting?"

Qin Mu countered.

While looking at his phone, Mu Yichen knew she was still angry. Yet, in his dark eyes, there was a hint of warmth. With his sexy fingers, he typed another message: "Dinner’s on Jiang Zhiyuan tonight!"

Qin Mu immediately stopped responding. As soon as Jiang Zhiyuan was mentioned, ha! It seemed the power dynamics between them changed immediately.

Mu Yichen chuckled again and sent her a loving picture, ensuring she knew he meant no harm, then stood up and walked out.

Xi Meng was heading to lunch with Qiao Yi, tagging along with him. She kindly reminded: "Last time after we left, I heard a female employee asked you for an autograph?"

"Hmm? Hmm!"

Mu Yichen paused for a moment, then, once he was aware, didn’t hide it and walked past them.

"Speaking of which, I heard about it too. I heard you scolded them and even threatened all the employees dining at the time?"

"So, you’re hoping they’d be fired because of this?"

Mu Yichen faintly asked as he walked towards the annex.

"Actually, I think next time, if a female employee asks for your autograph, you might as well give it to them! Those girls just admire you!"

"No way!"

No matter how tactful Xi Meng was, Mu Yichen was unmoved. When Xi Meng heard "no way," she felt awkward for a moment but soon habitually pretended nothing had happened.

Unlike Qiao Yi: "I wish some girl would ask for my autograph. I’d sign away until they’re satisfied."

Mu Yichen didn’t turn around, so upon hearing a howl, he just guessed that someone got kicked by his wife.

Xi Meng glanced at Qiao Yi, clutching his leg with a contorted expression, glaring at him before rushing forward to catch up with her boss.

Qiao Yi, hurt, was about to cry: "Mu Yichen, your secretary bullies me!"

"Settling issues between you and your spouse, find a private spot to resolve them."

Mu Yichen turned his head to say as he entered the elevator, leaving them outside.

Xi Meng...

Qiao Yi...

Mu Yichen decided they shouldn’t eat in the big restaurant today; it’s better to go for a private room.

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At six in the evening, the sky was still not dark. Jiang Zhiyuan and An Nan came out of the supermarket carrying large shopping bags, heading to Jiang Zhiyuan’s private apartment, a spacious and single-toned cold-colored house.

The two placed everything on the kitchen counter. Xi Meng glanced at Jiang Zhiyuan, who’s taller than her and wearing an adorable sweatshirt today: "Who’s cooking?"

"Me, I can only eat!"

Jiang Zhiyuan saw An Nan’s expression, and then immediately realized that cooking for so many people would be tiring. He replied woodenly.

"So it’s up to me then?"

An Nan blinked, with a resigned expression.

"No! Actually, you can book a chef from the restaurant, or two?"