His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1577 - 441: Wicked Sense of Humor (Part 4)
"Anna!"
Qin Mu glanced at him and informed.
Mu Yichen remained silent, but the old man asked, "Who is Anna?"
The old man instinctively looked at his grandson, thinking this kid had caused trouble again.
"She’s our new car’s ambassador!"
Mu Yichen said, that this car was designed with women in mind, and Anna was indeed the most suitable spokesperson.
But after the advertisement was shot, Miss Anna had no intention of leaving, and even bought an apartment in his area, saying she planned to settle down in Rongcheng in the future.
Many celebrities buy houses in various cities in China to increase value, and Mu Yichen thought she was doing the same, so he gave her a discount on a set. But if she had ulterior motives.
Mu Yichen looked at Qin Mu and chuckled helplessly.
Qin Mu also smiled, "I didn’t attract this woman!"
"Yeah!"
Mu Yichen nodded with a knowing look, but why did those smiling eyes make people feel increasingly uneasy?
After dinner, the old man found a small empty wine bottle and secretly poured the remaining wine into it. Then he took the wine bottle they just used in his hand, thinking of filling it with water, but then thought it would be better to just throw it away. After all, with so many bottles in the cabinet, Feng Fanghua wouldn’t remember them all, so he would just act as if this bottle didn’t exist.
After hiding the small one, he immediately took the bottle to dispose of it himself, planning to throw it in the trash outside.
However, before he left, Mu Zihao drove back, and Feng Fanghua, sitting in the front passenger seat, noticed the person walking leisurely outside and couldn’t help but mutter, "Isn’t that dad? Where’s he going so late?"
Mu Zihao glanced outside and then smiled slightly, "Maybe he’s going for a walk after dinner. I’ll park the car first!"
The old man, upon seeing their car, instinctively quickened his steps and hurriedly went to throw away the bottle, not able to hum a tune anymore.
Feng Fanghua, because she had to take the kids upstairs, didn’t wait for the old man. Mu Zihao stood at the door alone, waiting for his father to walk over.
"Hmph! Finally coming back, huh!"
The old man, looking guilty, vanished instantly in front of his son alone.
"Good thing I came back late. Two minutes earlier, and I might have caught you disposing of the wine bottle!"
"What nonsense are you talking, you kid?"
The old man, hearing his son’s words, immediately looked unnerved and nearly popped his eyes out.
Mu Zihao just chuckled lightly, "How much did you drink?"
He was slightly worried, concerned his father might have drunk too much.
"Just two cups, those small ones!"
The old man raised his hand and circled the size for him to see.
"That’s good! If you drink too much, your blood pressure will rise again! Hurry inside; it’s quite cold outside!"
Mu Zihao’s voice softened significantly.
"Don’t tell your wife!"
The old man knew he managed to get through his son’s scrutiny, but still worried this silly son would tell his wife everything.
"Don’t worry!" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Mu Zihao raised his hand to gently pat the old man’s back.
The old man finds it hard to have a drink, right?
The father and son walked in leisurely. Feng Fanghua had just taken the children upstairs to hand them over to the young couple and then came downstairs. Upon seeing them return, curiously asked, "Dad, where did you go so late?"
"Ate too much, went for a walk!"
The old man responded nonchalantly.
Mu Zihao didn’t expose him, instead, he chuckled lightly and asked his wife, "Where are Huanhuan and Chengcheng?"
"They’re taking a bath with Yichen and his wife."
Feng Fanghua replied. As the father and son walked in, Feng Fanghua sensed a familiar scent lingering in the air, not strong, but very close.
"Seems like the smell of alcohol, Dad, did you drink?"
"Nonsense! What alcohol? Didn’t you tell me not to drink? I don’t want to hear you nag for two sips of wine."
The old man had just settled into the sofa, but immediately bounced up upon hearing his daughter-in-law’s questioning, walking off with hands behind his back.
"Sigh..."
Feng Fanghua hadn’t snapped back to reality, not knowing why the old man was so temperamental.
"Dad, you’re going to bed so early!"
"Hmph!"
The old man didn’t answer her, just snorted and left.
"What’s up with dad?"
Feng Fanghua turned to Mu Zihao and asked.
"Nothing! Maybe Yichen made him unhappy! Come sit for a while, weren’t you going to have some tea?"
On the table was a pot of tea, untouched. Mu Zihao suspected it was definitely for the old man, just didn’t expect they’d return this early and forget to rinse after drinking.
Upon returning to his room, the old man first breathed out, smelling his breath. The wine was too rich, so the aroma was strong. He sighed, considering rinsing his mouth, but thinking again, he couldn’t bear to. Rarely having the chance to drink, how could he bear to let that flavor depart his mouth so swiftly.
The old man believed he could sleep more soundly than usual with just the taste in his mouth.
After bathing Huanhuan, Qin Mu helped Huanhuan blow-dry her hair. Gazing at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, Huanhuan couldn’t help grasping a strand of hair, placing it by her lips, imitating the TV beauties, biting it while swaying her shoulders.
"Mu Chenghuan, could you not be so disgusting? I’m drying your hair; stop moving!"
Qin Mu glanced up, unable to bear Mu Chenghuan’s vanity.
"Mom, am I pretty?"
Qin Mu almost spat out, seeing the little girl in the mirror blinking and acting cute at her.
"I don’t know if you’re pretty, but you’re really disgusting right now! Keep this up and I might stop helping you dry your hair!"
Mu Yichen said, intending to turn off the hairdryer, making Huanhuan mutter softly, "Mom, you’re really boring, sigh! Fanfan said I look prettier with my hair down. Tomorrow I don’t want to tie it up."
Qin Mu suddenly felt like spitting a hectare of blood.
"What did she just say?"
Mu Yichen somehow stood at the bathroom door, arms crossed, looking not too pleased as he glanced at the mother-daughter pair in the mirror.
