Mu Yichen didn’t ask her again this time. Her words were obviously meant to annoy him. Others might not understand, but he surely did. Once they reached downtown, Qin Mu asked him again, "Aren’t you here on a business trip?" Mu Yichen replied with a bland tone. "You seem more like you’re here to relax!" Qin Mu turned her head to look at him with a look full of meaning. Mu Yichen thought for a moment, asked her, and then turned back to look at her, "Where do I seem like I’m here to relax?" "Here for the torture!" Mu Yichen said this while seriously driving, causing Qin Mu to turn her head to look out the window. Torture? The two of them found a fashion store and walked in. When the staff saw they had yellow skin, they switched to English for communication and reflexively gazed at Mu Yichen’s face, then his shirt, and then waited with bowed heads for him to select. He indeed went to select by himself, Qin Mu following beside him, watching him touch certain items. If she didn’t like something, she’d furrow her brow tightly. "What do you think about this one?" Mu Yichen casually picked out a piece and turned to ask Qin Mu’s opinion. Qin Mu said, a bit stubbornly, a bit headstrong. Mu Yichen looked at her thoughtfully, then put the black suit back and picked out a blue one. "I’ll help you choose a shirt!" It was habitual! Qin Mu turned around and walked to the opposite side to help him select shirts. White shirts are mostly similar, so she swiftly picked two, then carried them to him, "Go change your shirt first!" "If Grandpa knew you disliked his shirt so much, he’d definitely be very disappointed." Qin Mu glanced up at him, then furrowed her brow again. "How about inviting Mrs. Mu to help me change?" Mu Yichen saw her tense appearance and couldn’t resist teasing her. "You’re dreaming, hurry up!" Qin Mu lost her patience, directly shoved the clothes into his arms, then went to sit on the sofa. Mu Yichen didn’t fuss with her anymore, simply took the clothes to change. Although he was a perfect hanger for clothes, he didn’t quite like wearing blue suits as it was too striking. But since Mrs. Mu said so today, he couldn’t very well not wear it. So after changing the shirt, he put on the suit and came out. Qin Mu saw the corner of the pants, then raised her eyes along those long legs and froze. No one can deny it, when President Mu wears blue, he looks so showy that it... Almost made people drool. Of course, the ones drooling weren’t Qin Mu, who always managed to hold her facade well. It was the two beautiful shop assistants standing beside her, French people who unexpectedly had such a good impression of Chinese people. French handsome men are quite gorgeous, not at all like Chinese handsome men with sharp tongues. While Qin Mu couldn’t comprehend, President Mu walked over to her side, then sat next to her. His hand casually draped behind her, moving closer, "Can I pick another one?" Curious, why does President Mu keep asking her? President Mu’s taste in clothes has always been decent, probably can be said to be very good, yet today, he keeps asking her. Qin Mu instinctively turned to look at him, finding his deep black eyes were looking at her, then quickly averted her gaze. Those eyes seemed to want to pierce her inner thoughts. As if they were about to uncover her little secrets, intimidating her into dodging. "If Mrs. Mu disagrees, then forget it!" Mu Yichen feigned indifference. "Are you planning to stay long?" Qin Mu didn’t understand and turned back to look at him, questioning. Mu Yichen lowered his head to look at the wedding ring on his hand, then smiled at Mrs. Mu, "That depends on Mrs. Mu’s idea!" His sudden seriousness made Qin Mu unknowingly hold her breath. Look at her for what? She dared not manage him. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noveⅼfire.net "I don’t meddle in your business!" Qin Mu also lowered her head, coincidentally seeing her own wedding ring, serving as a solid reminder that she was a married woman. Qin Mu couldn’t help but furrow her brow, covering the ring with her other hand. Mu Yichen eyed her subtle move and spoke with some displeasure, asking her in a low, slow tone, "Why cover it up? Does it embarrass you?" Qin Mu turned her head to look at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you’re going to pick clothes, hurry up!" Her words were interrupted by him, her chin suddenly pinched. They hadn’t touched each other for five months. This feeling was simply uncontrollable for him.