You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

early morning.

Sheng Mumu was still asleep and turned over dishonestly.

With a kick, the blanket that wasn't covered was kicked off.

Qi Mo opened his eyes because of the biological clock.

The conditioned reflex stretched out the long arms and pulled up the blanket skillfully.

Then, get up, wash, and change clothes.

Coming out of the cloakroom, Qi Mo rested his hands on his wrists, buckling his watch strap in a leisurely manner.

His gaze swept over the bed inadvertently, a look of helplessness appeared on his handsome face, and he sighed with a low smile.

Sheng Mumu's body was covered with a blanket, and it slipped down to his lower back.

He walked over.

The soft mattress sagged a little, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

Put the blanket back on her.

Sheng Mumu exhaled very shallowly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she didn't know what she dreamed about.

The eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly with the breathing rhythm.

Long hair spread out on the pillow.

Messy, like a kitten whose head has been scratched indiscriminately.

Qi Mo stared at her, the swaying tenderness in his pupils seeped out.

Involuntarily, he raised his hand and approached.

The slender and well-proportioned fingers were slightly bent, stretching towards her fair and delicate cheeks.

The moment the back of his hand was about to be touched, Sheng Mumu's eyelashes trembled, his brows furrowed slightly, and he murmured a few words in a dream.

"#￥..."

The cold white hand suddenly stopped in the air.

After confirming that she wasn't awake but just restless, the slender and beautiful hand moved up a little along the contours of her face.

With a hook of his fingertips, he gently pushed back the restless strand of hair on her face.

Perhaps it was this lock of hair that made her sleep uneasy.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated.

According to the usual practice, Special Assistant Dong sent today's itinerary to the boss at [-] o'clock every morning.

Qi Mo picked up the phone.

Dong Tezhu: "Mr. Qi, the regular meeting at [-]:[-] am has been notified to all departments. At [-]:[-] pm, I have made an appointment with Mr. Ji of Yahong Group to meet at the Dianyun Tea House..."

Qi Mo glanced lightly, but didn't read the whole thing.

Touch the screen with your fingertips and type a few words:

"Regular meeting postponed"

Put down your phone.

Qi Mo's eyes fell on Sheng Mumu again.

Her brows were still furrowed, and her breathing was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The long eyelashes cast a light shadow under the eyes.

Qi Mo leaned to the side, and moved his big and generous palms to her back.

Take a look, pat gently.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

It wasn't until she was breathing evenly that she got up in peace.

Before leaving the door, she suddenly said something in her sleep.

stumbled.

Sheng Mumu's bright eyes were tightly closed, and she was lying on her side, her cheeks squeezed into the shape of a small bun by the pillow.

Muttered in a low voice: "Yacht."

Qi Mo paused when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows in doubt.

yacht?

Did you dream about a yacht?

she likes this

next second.

Sheng Mumu's indistinct voice came again:

"... fried dough sticks."

Puzzled on the man's face.

Yacht, or fritters?

With doubts, he went out to the company.

……

Sheng Mumu woke up half an hour later.

Sitting up abruptly from the bed.

Rubbing his eyes in a daze.

Recalling the dream she had just now, she tilted her head and scratched her hair, and whispered:

"Magic, really magical."

She dreamed of Qi Mo just now.

In the dream, she and Qi Mo were two high school students.

They went to school together by bicycle, went to the breakfast stall to buy egg-filled biscuits, and went to the bookstore to buy teaching materials...

She replayed the scene she described yesterday in real life in her mind.

Dreams often differ from reality.

In the dream, they looked like adults.

But he was wearing a high school uniform, which was still pink.

It's just... weird.

The last dream scene before waking up was physical education class.

Qi Mo was sweating, unscrewed the mineral water and handed it to her.

Maybe it was because she felt something was wrong in her dream, she joked with him with a smile:

"How old are you, Fenjiao? You Tiao still wears such bright colors."

In the dream, Qi Mo was stunned, and repeated her words with raised eyebrows, "Old fritters?"

She nodded and replied with a confident expression:

"Well, old fritters."

……

Sheng Mumu lifted the blanket and shook his head.

Stop thinking about this magical and outrageous dream.

Wash up and come to the restaurant.

She took the hot milk from the servant and took a big sip.

I was about to ask what breakfast was for today, but there was no sign of Butler Zhang.

Soon, I saw Butler Zhang come out of the kitchen with a tray and put the plate on the dining table.

He lifted the lid of the dinner plate and said respectfully:

"Madam, your breakfast."

Sheng Mumu suddenly raised her eyes and choked.

Inside is actually...

Fried dough sticks? ? ?

When you say fried dough sticks, there are fried dough sticks?

Uncle Zhang Butler smiled, "Madam, before going out, sir, he ordered the kitchen to prepare fried dough sticks for you."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

Butler Zhang couldn't read Sheng Mumu's blank expression, so he analyzed it by himself based on his years of experience as a housekeeper.

Soon, the eyeballs rolled.

He told the servant behind him:

"Let the kitchen bring over the ground fresh soybean milk."

"With fritters."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

Go to the company after breakfast.

Sheng Mumu was still thinking about fried dough sticks in his mind.

How about such a coincidence.

Doesn't Qi Mo have mind reading skills?

After all, book transmigration has happened, and mind reading skills are not uncommon.

"Knock Knock-"

Just as he was thinking, his thoughts were interrupted by two knocks on the door.

Sheng Mumu raised his eyes.

At the open office door, Cheng Zhuo stood there with a hearty smile.

Cheng Zhuo walked in, put the company's third quarter business report on the table, did not leave immediately, and asked curiously:

"Sister, are you worried?"

Just now at the door, he saw her in deep thought with her chin resting on her shoulders.

Sheng Mumu pursed her lips, smiled and shook her head, "No."

Just cranky.

And in fact, as long as you think a little bit deeper, you will know that it is impossible.

After Cheng Zhuo got the answer, he still didn't leave, but pulled out his chair and sat down.

With a curious look on his face, he said:

"By the way, sister, do you remember what I told you last time?"

Sheng Mumu didn't understand, so she blinked, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Zhuo: "I said that I have a sister who is the same age as you and has the word Mu in her name."

"Oh—" Sheng Mumu remembered.

In the middle of speaking last time, Cheng Zhuo was interrupted by a phone call.

Thinking of his panic and panic at that time, Sheng Mumu couldn't help but ignite the soul of gossip.

"——what's the matter? Who called you last time, are you so afraid to answer the phone?"

Cheng Zhuo's eyes lit up.

Realized that it was a good time to test!

He answered her in Cantonese slightly abruptly:

"Be my boss."

I said this on purpose to test if Sheng Mumu had any fragments of childhood memories.

When he was young, he and his sister would call him big brother.

Sheng Mumu was stunned.

Bad work?

After a few seconds, she realized that it meant "big brother".

Suddenly frowned.

Two images flashed through my mind.

A long time ago, she ran into Cheng Zhuo driving a Maybach into a mansion complex.

And when watching the premiere of the movie, Cheng Zhuo also drove that car.

She had wondered before, why Cheng Zhuo could afford to drive a luxury car, live in a luxury house, and still come to her to work.

At this moment, she suddenly realized.

Combined with what I saw last time, Cheng Zhuo looked terrified when he received a call from the "big brother".

Sheng Mumu pointed at his chin and conducted a serious and rigorous analysis.

More and more convinced of the speculation in the mind.

On the opposite side of the table, Cheng Zhuo put his hands on his lap nervously.

Eyes full of anticipation.

I especially hope that Sheng Mumu can think of something to confirm his guess.

"Cheng Zhuo, Cheng Zhuo—"

Sheng Mumu spoke suddenly, with a secretive expression on his face.

"—It turns out that your boy's family is a black industry, and he works for the boss."

Cheng Zhuo: "Huh?????"

Sheng Mumu continued to make up her mind: "I came to work in the flower shop to clean up the white, just to create a good citizen appearance, right!"

"No, sister, listen to me." Cheng Zhuo stood up, put his hands on the table, trying to explain this big misunderstanding, "Actually, the boss is——"

"Don't tell me!" Sheng Mumu interrupted him loudly, "I've watched it on TV shows, the more you know, the worse it gets, so don't tell me!"

She didn't want to know who the gangster behind Cheng Zhuo was.

He quickly covered his ears.

Cheng Zhuo's expression gradually became complicated and painful, and he wanted to shake Sheng Mumu's shoulders and growl, shouting, "Sister, listen to my explanation, sister."

But Sheng Mumu didn't give him a chance, and coaxed him out of the office.

Close the office door.

Sheng Mumu patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief,

"Phew—it's dangerous."

She wants to be a good citizen and doesn't want to know anything about the law and discipline.

At this moment, the phone on the table vibrated a few times.

It was a WeChat message from Qi Mo.

Click it, it's a photo.

In the photo, a luxury yacht is moored by the sea.

Just when Sheng Mumu was about to reply with a question mark, his phone vibrated again.

New information arrives.

Qi Mo: "If you like it, I will give it to you."