Regarding Shicai's embarrassment, Qin Muyuan acted calmly, and Tong Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He walked along and regained his composure. When he left the room and walked to the car, Tong Yao raised his little face and asked him: "Uncle
,where are we going?"
"Take you back to school" he said, got into the car, reversed and turned skillfully, and drove towards the road.
I have already cleaned her up and sent her back to school. It is a matter of course.
But Tong Yao doesn’t think so
During the whole process, she sat sullenly in the passenger seat, hanging her head and saying nothing. It wasn't until the car submerged into traffic that she couldn't help but speak, trying to discuss with him: "Uncle, can I..."
Don’t want to go back to school?”
"Why?" He asked reflexively and couldn't help but frown.
"It's only been a few hours..." Tong Yao muttered, curling his lips in frustration, "They haven't forgotten that I fell into the stinking ditch."
It is estimated that she is still in the "chatting period after dinner". If she goes back now, she will definitely be watched by everyone and will be tragically embarrassed again...
Qin Muyuan pursed his lips, and a look of understanding flashed across his face.
"Uncle, can I just stay in your car?" She begged sincerely. Since she had nowhere to go, she could only discuss it with him, "I can promise not to disturb you."
The corner of Qin Muyuan's mouth twitched: "Always in his car?" He is not the driver, and he will not stay in the car all the time.
"I have to go to work..." He shook his head and sighed helplessly.
He still has to go to the company, so how can he have time to drive around with this little girl in his car?
"Then I'll go with you!" She blurted out, and grabbed his arm anxiously, "Uncle, can you?"
In the spacious office, Qin Muyuan was looking down at the sales reports of various years. There was an off-white porcelain cup in his hand. His slender knuckles occasionally crossed it and he picked it up to take a sip of the strong coffee inside.
Tong Yao sat quietly on the sofa next to him, holding a glass of lukewarm milk and flipping through the newspaper on the coffee table in boredom.
Listening to the "rustling" sound of his pen tip scratching on the paper, Tong Yao couldn't help but feel at ease. He couldn't help but raise his head, use the newspaper in his hand as a cover, and look at him secretly...
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