Chapter 1553 Where Is the Account Book

Youyou: "Poor Daddy was exiled just like that!"

Xiao Yichen: "I was exiled just like that!"

Youyou: "How does it feel to be sent to the frontier?"

Xiao Yichen: "How do you feel?"

Youyou: "Isn't it, very sad, very wronged?"

Xiao Yichen: "Aren't you very wronged?"

Youyou: "Hee hee hee... deserve it!"

Xiao Yichen: "Hee hee hee! Serve it right!"

...

The two little guys sang together tacitly and taunted mercilessly, Mu Yazhe's complexion fell to the bottom in an instant.

"Tired of life?!"

Mu Yazhe squeezed his fist and made several tense noises.

"Or, if you are capable, dare to speak sarcastic remarks about Daddy?!"

Afraid of his face, Xiao Yichen swallowed eagerly, recalling the hardships he had suffered at the hands of Mu Yazhe before, so he gave up and hid behind Youyou in fear.

But Youyou doesn't accept this kind of thing, he is not threatened by him, and he is not afraid of his face at all, relying on the support of his mother, so, with his hips akimbo, he looked at him proudly: "Daddy, threaten two sevens!" Year-old child, very tasteless!"

Mu Yazhe: "..."

This eloquent little thing, soft and hard will not eat!

He narrowed his eyes: "Go back to the room and sleep!"

"Daddy, why are you so fierce?"

Youyou covered her mouth and snickered, and still said mercilessly: "Hey, look, I was kind enough to say that you don't know how to spread the quilt, so I can show kindness and spread the quilt for you! But you Shit, I won't help you!"

After finishing speaking, Youyou took Xiao Yichen's hand, swaggered back to the room, and closed the door with a "bang".

Mu Yazhe clenched his fists.

This kid...

The ability to add insult to injury is not small.

On the second floor, there is a master bedroom.

However, there is no quilt, only a mattress.

Mu Yazhe had no choice but to support himself, rummaged through the box, found out the sheets, blankets, and a set of silk quilts, tidied it up, went to the bathroom, took a hot bath, and fell asleep!

There is a word called lonely sleepless.

These words are vividly reflected.

Throughout the night, a certain man tossed and turned, but still couldn't fall asleep.

In the darkness of the room, the man stared at the ceiling with his eyes as cold as the moon, but felt inexplicably irritable.

Perhaps it was because he was used to having her by his side during the long nights, without her, he would always suffer from insomnia.

For half a month when she was on the set, when he couldn't fall asleep, he would get up, smoke a few cigarettes, read a few emails, and browse a few reports. He didn't finally feel sleepy until he lay on the bed at dawn.

And last night, with her by his side, he slept very peacefully.

So what about her?

Will she get used to it without him by her side?

Or as usual, sleep peacefully?

He stretched out his arms somewhat dejectedly, leaned over his body, and lay on his side, Yun Shishi's hazy sleeping face seemed to be reflected in front of his eyes.

I couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but it disappeared in an instant.

He rubbed his forehead annoyed, very annoyed.

Early the next morning, Yun Shishi had just finished washing and walked out of the bedroom, only to see Mu Yazhe sitting in the living room, smoking a cigarette and flipping through the newspapers.

He was lazily sitting on the sofa, his neat black hair was slightly disheveled by the morning breeze outside the window, covering his deep eyes, so that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

She was startled, "woke up so early?"

When Mu Yazhe heard the movement, he raised his head, but put down the newspaper and walked towards her.

"Where is the account book?"

The update is over, good night!