His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 590 - 172 has a visual now_1

Chapter 590: 172 has a visual now_1

Qin Mu’s big, black, shiny eyes were cooperating fully as they looked deeply at the root!

Uh-huh! It’s indeed important to take good care of their roots!

The weather was getting hotter, and Qin Mu wore particularly thin pajamas in bed, so Mu Yichen took two cold showers that night.

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The next day, President Mu had a majestic fever!

When he got up in the morning, he was staggering. Qin Mu followed him to the restroom to brush their teeth and noticed his complexion was a bit dark, so she immediately grabbed his arm and made him face her, then reached out to touch his forehead.

Thirty-eight point eight degrees!

"What an auspicious number!"

After checking the thermometer, Qin Mu said to him, and Mu Yichen couldn’t help but chuckle, "I’m fine, I’ll go get breakfast ready for you."

"No need, I’ll go downstairs and make some porridge. We’ll have a light breakfast, and then send Huanhuan to Mom and Dad’s place. I’m worried you might pass it on to her."

Mu Yichen lay on the bed while Qin Mu held him down, and then they heard their door gently pushed open from the outside.

Huanhuan had just pushed the door open, then slowly backed out and closed it.

Both of them curiously looked at the door, only to hear a very soft knock from outside.

"Daddy, Mommy, may I come in?"

Qin Mu...

Mu Yichen...

"No, you may not!"

Qin Mu playfully refused.

However, the door was slowly pushed open from the outside again.

The little girl saw both of them looking at her from the side of the bed, then she giggled and ran inside.

"Daddy, Mommy, are you playing the kissing game again?"

Huanhuan hugged Qin Mu’s legs and shyly buried her face in them.

Qin Mu smiled helplessly, looking at Mu Yichen: It’s all your fault!

"How is it my fault? You were on top just now!"

President Mu felt profoundly wronged.

Just as Qin Mu’s hand was about to smack him, he caught it and pressed it against his chest.

Huanhuan raised her little face that had been buried in her small hands to look at her dad lying on the bed: "What’s wrong with Daddy?"

"Your daddy has a fever!"

Qin Mu whispered to her.

"Daddy has a fever?"

Huanhuan asked, then walked forward, her tender little hands touching her dad’s head and then seriously touching her own: "It’s really hot!"

She nodded with earnest seriousness.

"How about going downstairs with Mommy to cook breakfast? Let Daddy rest here by himself, okay?"

Qin Mu asked.

"Yeah! Okay!"

Huanhuan agreed, leading her mommy by the hand like a little grown-up.

"I really can do it!"

"I said no means no, just lie down. Wait until I call you for breakfast."

Truth be told, President Mu was really worried about his kitchen being messed up.

But how could he tell Mrs. Mu about his concern?

Qin Mu went to the kitchen to cook, and Huanhuan stood there for a while, feeling like she couldn’t help, so she turned around and left.

After breakfast, Qin Mu initially wanted to take Huanhuan to Feng Fanghua’s place, but thinking there were no early education classes that day, she ended up driving to her studio. She gave a helpless smile, then picked up Huanhuan from the car: "It seems you’ll have to spend the day here with mommy."

"I want to go play with Aunt Xiaomei!"

Huanhuan looked up and said, her soft hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked up, since she had just a single braid on top and the rest of her hair loose, it was particularly heartwarming.

Qin Mu nodded, "Alright! And ask Aunt Xiaomei to tie up the rest of your hair too."

At home, she thought it looked pretty, but now Qin Mu found it a bit hot, so she carried Huanhuan to the studio.

Xiaomei immediately came over to take Huanhuan from her arms: "Oh, my little ancestor, if your granny saw how I’m holding you, she’d have my hide."

"Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?"

Qin Mu asked, then went to the small kitchen to make herself a drink.

Huanhuan whispered in Xiaomei’s ear, causing Xiaomei to laugh and cry: "It’s all being saved for you!"

But she looked worriedly toward the small kitchen; Feng Fanghua had been calling every day to check on Qin Mu’s condition.

That afternoon, Feng Fanghua brought a meal to the studio with an aide, seeing Huanhuan with her, she asked, "Where’s Mu Yichen? Didn’t he say he would take her?"

"Oh! Today he..."

"Daddy has a fever!"

Before Qin Mu could finish, Huanhuan spoke up.

Qin Mu wanted to laugh but seeing Feng Fanghua’s expression, she quickly became cautious.

"He’s taken some medicine and is resting at home. I just took Huanhuan with me."

"Don’t go back these few days, let him stay at his apartment alone!"