Yuan Qingmei stood there, clenching her hands nervously. She looked back at Mumu, then turned her head and mustered up the courage to walk in. Her eyes fell on the bald man sitting inside. She could tell that he was the boss of these people.
She was extremely angry and said angrily, "Let my son go!"
The tiger lazily opened his eyes, put down the hookah in his hand, and smiled sinisterly, "Your son?" He stood up and walked over. The front of his nightgown was wide open, revealing his strong chest.
Full of dangerous wildness.
"As far as I know, isn't your and Zhang Huaiqing's son named Zhang Yichun? Where is another son here?"
Yuan Qingmei's cheeks were red, her chest was heaving, and her handbags were clenched tightly, "You can find me, you should know everything! Why go around in such a roundabout way? Stop talking nonsense, just say what you want!"
"Haha!" Tiger laughed and kept nodding, "Yes, Mrs. Zhang is quick to talk, I like it!"
Yuan Qingmei snorted coldly, but her heart was in her throat. Although she didn't know what kind of request the tiger would make, at least she understood that if they could dig out Mumu's existence and then tie him here, they would not be easy to get rid of.
! She had no choice but to agree to them! She really couldn't imagine the consequences of letting Zhang Huaiqing know about this matter...
The tiger stood in front of her, raised his thick dark eyebrows, and stared at her, as threatening as a wild beast, as if he could see through her with just one glance, "I think for this son, no matter what it is, you will agree to it, right?"
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Ten minutes later, Yuan Qingmei, who had a complicated expression, was brought out, turned directly to the private room next to her, and walked to the little boy in a few steps, "Mumu, come home with mom!"
Mumu raised her little face, stood up silently, ignored her outstretched hand, and walked towards the door.
Yuan Qingmei frowned and immediately followed him and led him out of the spa.
At the door, Akun waved politely to her, "Mrs. Zhang, don't worry, we are very professional and ethical, and we will not reveal even a word about you to others."
Yuan Qingmei stared at him, her face ashen.
He was warning himself, how could she not hear it?
After hailing a taxi, she took Mumu and left in a hurry.
The car was parked outside Jingtang Community in the south of the city. Yuan Qingmei took out money and gave it to the driver, without even asking for change, and got out of the car with Mumu. The mother and son walked in one after the other. It seemed that they had been there for so many years.
habit.
Even though she had just been frightened, Mumu neither cried nor made a fuss, and walked through the community with a slightly tense face. Yuan Qingmei followed behind, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from him. When someone passed by, she deliberately slowed down.
She kept walking, or pretended to take out her mobile phone to answer the call. In short, she tried her best to avoid any involvement with Mumu in front of outsiders.
Mumu entered the building and pressed the elevator. He didn't even look to see if she was following him. When the elevator door opened, he went straight in. It wasn't until the door was almost closed that Yuan Qingmei squeezed in.
Yuan Qingmei was so upset that she couldn't help but start to blame her son, "Mumu, didn't I tell you to go home immediately after school? How did you get caught by those people? Did you listen to your mother?
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Mumu remained silent, leaning his back against the wall. It seemed that only in this way could he feel safe.
After glaring at her son for a long time, Yuan Qingmei lost her temper and knelt down to coax him, "Mumu, mom is worried about you too..."
Just then, the elevator stopped and the door opened.
Yuan Qingmei stood up quickly, standing far away as if she didn't know the child.
Mumu slowly raised her big, clear eyes, glanced at her mother, and then slowly lowered her head. There was disappointment in her big eyes that she had already adapted to.
Fortunately, there was no one outside the elevator. After the door closed, Yuan Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief. Then she complained secretly, "I really shouldn't have come here during the day..."
Turning around, he looked at his son again and said helplessly, "Mumu, don't say anything to dad for a while. Mom will handle this matter."
The elevator door opened again, and Mu Mumu walked out without looking back. He came to his door, took out the key hanging around his neck, and stood on tiptoes to open the door.
Yuan Qingmei looked around and saw no one, so she immediately ducked in.
The house has two bedrooms and one living room. Although it is not big, it is kept very neatly. Mumu took off his shoes, picked them up and put them in the shoe cabinet next to him, then put on his own small slippers. After hesitating, he put a pair of women's slippers on the house.
She took out her slippers and placed them at Yuan Qingmei's feet.
Yuan Qingmei kicked off her high heels, put on her slippers, and walked in irritably.
"Where's your dad?" Looking around, there was no one in sight. She sat down on the sofa angrily, "I haven't been doing my job all day long, and I don't know where I went to fool around! How could I be blind in the first place and fall in love with this?
A useless man?!"
Mumu frowned and said nothing. She turned around and entered the kitchen, got a small apron and tied it on. Then she took out yesterday's leftover meal from the refrigerator. She first put the meal in the microwave, then turned on the heat and put the wok on it.
He dragged the small bench next to him, stood on it, poured the vegetables in, and stir-fried skillfully with a shovel.
Yuan Qingmei was upset about what Menghu said just now and was restless.
At this moment, the phone rang, and when she saw it was Zhang Huaiqing, she immediately put herself in order, walked into the bedroom and picked up the phone, and said softly, "Hey, Huaiqing... I'm having tea with my friends outside... Okay.
, I understand, then just get busy... remember to have dinner."
After hanging up the phone, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Zhang Huaiqing won't be back tonight.
When she walked out, Mumu had already heated up the food and was putting it on the dining table. Yuan Qingmei glanced at it and saw that it was all simple food, a plate of green pepper and potato shreds, and a plate of tomatoes and eggs. She knew that these were
The son made it himself. Apart from playing cards and going fishing, that man would never have time to cook for his son!
Looking at Mumu, Yuan Qingmei still felt a little guilty. She couldn't take care of him, but her son could do so many things at such a young age. He was many times more sensible than Xiao Chun!
Mumu served himself a bowl of rice and sat there eating quietly. He stayed at the tiger's house all afternoon and had not eaten since noon, so he was already very hungry.
Soon, the bottom of both dishes was gone.
He put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, brushed them, cleaned the kitchen again, and then walked out.
"Mumu," Yuan Qingmei couldn't help but say. Her son was too quiet and felt like she was a stranger, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Mumu didn't hum. He took out the textbook from his small schoolbag, placed it on the table, and began to do his homework carefully.
Yuan Qingmei wanted to say something, but she stopped when she saw her son studying hard. He just sat with her, thinking about her troubles.