Su Qingyao sighed helplessly: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, why did you bring the child here so late at night? Was it really necessary?"
Mu Shaohua pushed Su Qingyao aside without any politeness and strode into the house, her tone teasing: "If I hadn't come over, my precious husband would have almost developed depression. If anything happened to him, I'd be in for a beating."
Su Qingyao was speechless and rolled her eyes at her, "Is it as exaggerated as you say?"
Mu Shaohua glanced at her and said, "He's sleeping in the second bedroom now. He must have suffered a lot of injustice."
Listening to their conversation, Lu Qingzhou felt utterly ashamed.
Thinking that Mu Shaohua had made a special trip over so late at night, his eyes were filled with self-reproach!
'My beautiful wife, my darling,'
Husband...husband...sigh, I can't say anymore, everything happens in bed...oops, I misspoke, everything happens in my heart.
Lu Qingzhou touched his nose, slowly walked forward, and looked at Momo who was sleeping soundly, feeling guilty again.
"Sister Shaohua, give Momo to me and put her in my bedroom."
As he spoke, he carefully picked up the child from Mu Shaohua's arms and walked slowly toward the second bedroom where he had just gone to sleep.
Su Qingyao stood there, looking bewildered and filled with confusion.
She felt that Mu Shaohua's actions were making a mountain out of a molehill. Why bother making a trip in the middle of the night for such a small matter and causing the child to suffer as well?
Leng Yue stood at the door of her bedroom, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, watching Mu Shaohua walk into the living room, her heart pounding with anxiety.
She roughly guessed the reason; it was probably because of her and Lu Qingzhou's affair. At this moment, she was as nervous as a frightened deer, as if Mu Shaohua had come to confront her as the first wife.
Leng Yue forced a stiff smile, her voice sounding somewhat unnatural: "Sister Shaohua, what brings you here?"
With a gentle smile, Mu Shaohua's gaze fell on Leng Yue's swollen eyes and the two-thirds-empty bottle of baijiu in her hand. He teased in a relaxed tone, "Oh, Leng Yue, you've got a good capacity for alcohol. What's the point of drinking straight like this? I'll have Xiao Lu prepare a couple of snacks to go with your drinks. How about we eat and drink at the same time?"
Leng Yue's tense heart relaxed slightly because of Mu Shaohua's words.
But she was still a little embarrassed, and hurriedly hid the bottle behind her back, stammering as she explained, "I, well... I just suddenly had a craving for alcohol, I like it... hehe."
Upon hearing Mu Shaohua mention it, Su Qingyao noticed the bottle of liquor in Leng Yue's hand. Her eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed, "Oh dear, Yueyue, why did you drink this bottle of liquor? It was prepared for our overseas clients."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yue's slightly relaxed mood tightened up again.
Her face instantly became even more embarrassed. She hurriedly picked up the wine bottle to examine it carefully, only to realize that she had indeed picked up the wrong one.
"Um, I didn't turn on the light, I just grabbed it by the light from the liquor cabinet, so... what should I do now?"
Mu Shaohua glanced at Su Qingyao, inwardly grumbling, "Can't this silly woman see that Leng Yue is in a bad mood?"
Honestly,
She stepped forward, took the wine bottle from Leng Yue's hand, gently pursed her lips, and softly comforted her, "I happen to have a few more bottles of this wine at home. I'll bring them over for you another day. Leng Yue, go get another bottle of this wine, and we can have a drink together."
Su Qingyao watched Mu Shaohua casually giving orders in her home.
Her pent-up dissatisfaction exploded instantly. She frowned slightly and said irritably, "Hey, you vixen, this is my house. You've gone too far by ordering my people around the moment you step inside."
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