Chapter 1004 - 1017: What Was That Look in Her Eyes?
Through the crowd, I saw the little wife under the big tree next to the team.
But what was that look in the little wife’s eyes?
It was hard to get through the conference, and when Mu Xingfeng looked under the tree, there was no sign of his little wife.
He briefly instructed his men and returned home, opened the door, and heard sounds from a game on a phone; sure enough, the little wife was already home.
"Honey, I’m back," Mu Xingfeng said while taking off his hat, hanging it on the coat rack, feeling his hair, and taking off his guard uniform.
In such a formal occasion today, he wore the officer’s dress uniform. His tall and slender figure looked even more handsome and dashing in this attire.
Yet, even in front of his appearance-obsessed wife, he somehow lost his shine today.
Clearly, just before during the meeting she was amazed by him, and now she treated him like air.
At that moment, An Ran sat cross-legged on the sofa, head down, muttering, pretending not to hear the man who entered.
Mu Xingfeng put away his clothes, wore a tank top, walked in front of An Ran, and finally heard what the little one murmured.
It seemed like she was playing some fighting game, controlling her phone while muttering, "Kill you, kill you..."
Mu Xingfeng sat next to her, reached out to circle her waist, and looked down at her phone.
He usually doesn’t play mobile games, and couldn’t tell what game she was playing.
When the man approached, An Ran’s body turned, leaving him with her back.
Mu Xingfeng, "..."
Something was wrong with the wife; normally, when he came home, she never played games. Even if she had work, she’d put it down, come over to demand kisses, hugs, being lifted high, unlike now, ignoring him and showing him her nape.
Mu Xingfeng simply hugged her and lay against her back, placing his chin in her neck, his face against hers, saying again, "Honey, I’m back."
"Ugh, get away, it’s so hot." An Ran adjusted herself slightly, but the game continued.
No matter how dull one might be, Mu Xingfeng knew the little wife was upset.
"Honey, what’s wrong?" Mu Xingfeng asked, already reaching to draw out An Ran’s phone.
He couldn’t stand the little wife’s cold shoulder; if he truly angered her, she might just hit him, which, with her strength, would be nothing but a tickle.
But he couldn’t stand being ignored by her; he didn’t even know why she was angry, this silent treatment really upset him.
After the phone was taken, An Ran finally glanced at the man behind her, but her eyes were red; she looked at Mu Xingfeng, then angrily turned her head away.
Seeing An Ran with red eyes, Mu Xingfeng got even more anxious, knowing she was truly angry, "Honey, what’s wrong? Who upset you? I’ll avenge you!"
While coaxing An Ran, Mu Xingfeng thought about anything that might have happened recently.
At lunch, she seemed fine; although Sun Lufang had unpleasant things to say, it appeared she didn’t take it to heart. Later, she was seen heading to the conference with some wives, and at the meeting, he noticed something off with her.
Did something go wrong during the meeting?