C232 Workaholic
C232 Workaholic
"Bro, my hands are hurting." Mo Xiaoyun said with a bit of patience. There were no tears in his eyes. However, his right hand was truly injured.
"Where? Let me see. " Separated by the thick cotton clothing, Mu Yichen couldn't see where Mo Xiaoyun was hurt at all. He reached out to touch Mo Xiaoyun's hand, lifting up his left and right hands to take a look.
"Don't move, it hurts here." Mo Xiaoyun raised his right elbow and felt pain for quite a while. At this moment, he noticed that his elbow had already started to stiffen, so he had no choice but to pay attention to this issue.
Mu Yichen let go of his hand and was a bit at a loss. "I, I'll go up and tell Mom. I'll take you to the hospital later."
"Brother, can you call your sister?" Mo Xiaoyun called out to him in time. If he really told Su Cuiyun, she might not even pay attention to him.
"Big Sis?" Mu Yichen asked him hesitantly. At this time, even if he called Mu Qingqing, it would be useless. However, the little guy just had to beg him, and his innocent eyes only had the word 'pitiful' written on it.
Mo Xiaoyun nodded. "Don't tell Mommy my my hands are hurting, she's still mad at me."
Looking at the little guy's sensible look, Mu Yichen felt a bit of pity for his brother. He wondered what kind of days he had spent at home these two days. Thus, he turned around and went to the living room to call Mu Qingqing.
"Hello, sister. It's Yichen." Mu Yichen said anxiously after the call connected.
"Yichen, what's wrong?" Lili had just come home at such a late hour, and she didn't expect to get a call from Mu Yichen just in time.
"It's Little Brother Xiaoyun. He said his hands are hurting, so he told me not to tell Mom and to call you." Although this was useless, Mu Yichen still did as he was told.
Hand pain? Mu Qingqing was confused. Everything was fine, why was Mo Xiaoyun's hand hurting?
"Let him answer the phone." Mu Qingqing couldn't help but become nervous. Could it be that Su Cuiyun did something to him at home?
After getting his answer, Mu Yichen immediately put down the phone and rushed to the door. Big Sis wants you to pick up the phone. "
Mo Xiaoyun looked through the door carefully. Mu Xiaoyou wasn't in the living room at the moment, so he ran to the phone.
"What's the matter with you?" Mu Qingqing was worried. She had been with Mo Xiaoyun for some time now. He wasn't the kind of person who wouldn't let go of a small problem. Mu Qingqing was sure that the pain was the kind that Mo Xiaoyun couldn't bear.
"My right hand seems to have fractured." When Mo Xiaoyun touched the stiffness on his elbow, he could feel the bone-cracking pain.
"What?!" Mu Qingqing scratched her short hair anxiously, feeling uneasy. How could this be? "
"Mom asked me to take a cold shower, but I wouldn't. Then I fell to the floor and Mom fell into the tub." Mo Xiaoyun gritted his teeth and said calmly.
Mu Yichen, who was at the side, opened his eyes wide and looked at Mo Xiaoyun's right elbow in shock. The culprit was still his own mother. It was absolutely ridiculous. No wonder the kid wouldn't tell Mom.
"Then, is she alright?" Mu Qingqing couldn't help but ask about Su Cuiyun's situation.
"Nope." Mo Xiaoyun was sure that nothing had happened to Su Cuiyun. At most, she was just scared and a little cold.
"Just wait, I'll call Dad right now." Mu Qingqing didn't want to delay any longer. She hurriedly pressed the button for the phone and called Mu Anren again.
It was already late into the night. Mu Anren was lying prone on his desk, snoring softly. He didn't plan to go home today. After finishing his work with great difficulty, he was so tired that he fell asleep on his desk.
The phone rang. Mu Anren reached for it without even opening his eyes.
"Dad, Little Brother Xiaoyun's hand is broken, can you go back and take a look?" Mu Qingqing's voice was anxious, completely lacking her usual calmness and elegance.
Mu Anren still hadn't woken up, so he was in a half-asleep state. He answered with a groggily, "Okay."
"Then can you hurry?"
On the other end of the phone was Mu Anren's snoring.
Mu Qingqing hung up and called him again.
"Hello? "Dad!" Mu Qingqing called out to him helplessly. At this moment, she wished that she could fly back to A City with a pair of wings.
He called a few times, but didn't wake Mu Anren up.
"Thus, Mu Qingqing summoned up her courage and made a decision." Director Mu, we have a document that you need your signature on! "
"Files? "What file?" When Mu Anren heard someone call him Director Mu, he suddenly woke up halfway out of his drowsiness. He sat up with the phone next to his ear.
"Hello." Mu Anren looked around nervously. It was already past ten o'clock, who wanted him to sign the documents?
When Mu Qingqing heard Mu Anren's reaction, she felt both sad and amused. Her father was born for work.
"Dad, it's me, Qingqing." No matter what, Mu Anren was still his father. Mu Qingqing couldn't care less.
Mu Anren let out a sigh of relief and returned to his usual tone. Qingqing, why did you call daddy so late? "
"It's Little Brother Xiaoyun. His hand is broken." Mu Qingqing had calmed down a lot now. Listening to Mu Anren's voice, it was unknown how many days it had been since he'd slept. If the situation wasn't so urgent, she wouldn't want to disturb Mu Anren's sweet dream.
Mu Anren answered the phone with a different hand and frowned. Your mother didn't send him to the hospital? "
He had a car at home, and Su Cuiyun knew how to drive, so it should be fine.
"Dad, can you go back and take a look?" He didn't seem to tell Mom that his hand was broken. "You also know that he just returned to A City …" Mu Qingqing lowered her voice, but felt a pinch on her nose.
Mo Xiaoyun was really unlucky to have recognized her as his master. Not only did he not take good care of her, he even threw her into a pit of fire. Her master was not at all competent.
"Alright, I understand what you mean. I'll go back and take a look." When Mu Anren heard his daughter's tone, he could guess that Mo Xiaoyun was not close with them and would definitely not tell anyone else about his injuries.
"Dad, don't hang up yet." Mu Qingqing hurriedly said. She was afraid that Mu Anren wouldn't have the chance to talk to him after he hung up the phone.
"Let Little Brother Xiaoyun stay by my side." Mu Qingqing said in a low voice.
"We'll talk about this later. I'll go back first." Mu Anren decisively cut off the call, grabbed the car keys and rushed downstairs.
Late in the winter night, the thieves hid at home and did not go out. Mu Anren went down from the company building, but not a single person could be seen. He bundled up his coat and hid in the car, starting it to warm up. The dim street light illuminated the road ahead. Mu Anren sat in the car and stared at the road ahead. He had spent many nights like this, sometimes in the car, sometimes on the company's sofa.
At that time, Mu Qingqing was still a little kid who only knew how to cry. He and Su Cuiyun were hugging Mu Qingqing as they huddled together in the middle of a cement pipe to keep warm. Su Cuiyun was barely able to sleep with her eyes closed. The snow was bone-deep cold, but he took off his coat and wrapped it around both of them, bringing them a little warmth.
Mu Anren started the car and drove towards his home at full speed. For some reason, he always thought of Su Cuiyunli recently. Her gentle nature and understanding smile were all unforgettable to him.
Perhaps because he was getting older, he became more nostalgic. Who knows?
The brand-new car stopped beside the old Volkswagen. Before Mu Anren could turn off the engine, he saw Mo Xiaoyun standing at the entrance with Mu Yichen beside him.
"It's so cold, why are you still standing here?" Mu Anren looked at the two of them seriously.
"Dad, Little Brother Xiaoyun is standing, he doesn't dare to go in." Mu Yichen explained first.
"What are you punishing him for?" Mu Anren asked him in confusion.
Mu Yichen didn't dare to say anything more. If Su Cuiyun was serious about giving Mo Xiaoyun a cold bath, it would definitely be Su Cuiyun's fault. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, it would be the fuse of the fight between Mu Anren and Su Cuiyun.
"Dad, your little brother's hand seems to be broken. Hurry up and bring him to the hospital." Mu Yichen changed the topic, shifting the focus of the issue to the injury on Mo Xiaoyun's hand.
"How did this happen?" Mu Anren pointed at Mo Xiaoyun's raised right elbow. Not only was this kid standing at the entrance, he even injured his hand. Mu Anren could not understand.
"I fell." Mo Xiaoyun looked up at Mu Anren and replied calmly.
The lights went on upstairs, and Su Cuiyun came downstairs in a heavy coat when she heard the sound of the car. Not good, she thought.
"Anren, why are you back?" Su Cuiyun was a little nervous as she stared at Mo Xiaoyun. This guy didn't say anything that he shouldn't have.
"How do you look after your children at home?" Mu Anren frowned and then ignored Su Cuiyun.
"Come, let's get in the car. Daddy will take you to the hospital." Mu Anren walked in front, opened the car door and let Mo Xiaoyun in.
Su Cuiyun rushed to the side of the car, opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
"What are you doing out here? "Let's go back." Mu Anren saw that she was wearing pajamas, so he didn't want to mess with her in this cold weather.
"Anren, I know I was wrong. I didn't see the good boy." Su Cuiyun wanted to explain herself, but she kept looking at the backseat, wanting to know if Mo Xiaoyun was talking nonsense.
"Get off the car. You go up and sleep. I'll take the child to the hospital to have a look." Seeing that face that was exactly the same as hers, Mu Anren thought of the gentleness back then and his tone slowed down just to tell her that he didn't blame her.
Su Cuiyun hesitated for a moment. She thought Mu Anren had taken the wrong medicine today.
But since he said that, Su Cuiyun got off the car and watched them leave the Mu Family.