Chapter 224

The end of the phone is still noisy noise, but after the opening of Mo Liancheng, the voice gradually pulled away.

"Where are you?" Mo Liancheng's tone is not very good, on the contrary, there is a trace of resentment and displeasure, but more began to be jealous and answered the phone call of Mu Qingqing.

"Come out for dinner with my colleagues from the shooting team. What are you calling for Mu Qingqing's attitude is indifferent, but not in explanation.

Mo Liancheng some angry, voice became angry, "Miss, this phone seems to be you call me."

Mu Qingqing was stunned, and then said with a little helplessness, "it's clear that you called first. Out of politeness, of course, I want to call you back, boss!"

"Boss?"

Mu Qingqing joked, "you are the leader of Mo family, and I am the spokesman of Mo family. Aren't you my boss?"

"Mu Qingqing!" Mo Liancheng didn't like Mu Qingqing's gloomy tone of voice. He couldn't bear to be depressed and raised his voice, "just out of politeness?"

Not waiting for mu Qingqing to speak, Mo Liancheng said with a rude attitude, "don't call the boss, call the husband!"

Mu Qingqing's hand shaking hard with the phone, these two words stabbed her sensitive psychological defense line. Husband, what a familiar name. Four years ago, Mu Qingqing liked to call him sentence by sentence after the death of Mo Liancheng, but Mo Liancheng always thought she was too clingy and indifferent.

Four years later, he took the initiative to mention that he hoped that Mu Qingqing could call him husband again. Perhaps as long as Mu Qingqing obeys his meaning, then all the unhappiness of Mo Liancheng tonight will disappear in an instant.

A strong silence suddenly became the main theme of the phone call. Mu Qingqing did not speak, and never spoke. She was just joking with Molian City, but he got serious and crossed the bottom line of their delicate relationship at this moment.

"Qing Qing, come here quickly!" A woman's warm voice urged at the end of the phone, breaking through the long but irreconcilable silence.

Mu Qingqing came back to her senses and said, "they called me. I don't want to talk about it anymore..."

"Qing Qing, have you not forgiven me yet?" Mo Liancheng just asked about the exit and regretted it. Such a problem is undoubtedly a naked threat to their relationship at the moment. But mu Qingqing's reaction just stung Mo Liancheng's heart. He didn't expect that during this period of time, Mu Qingqing could freely accept all his love moves, but he could not really accept the past in his heart.

Mo Liancheng can't help but wonder what this woman's heart is thinking.

After a few minutes of silence, Mo Liancheng thought that his persecution might exchange for a sincere word from Mu Qingqing, but after waiting for the result, not only did he not have the answer he wanted, but also did not even make a perfunctory remark. Mu Qingqing hung up the phone directly and kept silent.

Mo Liancheng did not hesitate to call back, although he knew that he should not be like this, but when impulse blinds his eyes, reason no longer works.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off..."

Mu Qingqing turned off the phone. When he heard the mechanized response, Mo Liancheng had to admit that he was relieved. But what followed was a burst of anger in the bottom of my heart.

Seeing that the partition in the middle is put down, Zhong Lin puts his eyes into the rearview mirror with a smile. However, when facing the dark and deep eyes of moliancheng, he is shocked and dare not say a word more.

"Go home." Mo Liancheng closed his eyes and leaned back to his chair.

The car turned around and drove from the coastal road to Donglin villa. Zhong Lin didn't dare to speak. But he didn't know that the phone call between Mo Liancheng and Mu Qingqing seemed unpleasant. Suddenly it rained heavily outside, like the mood of Molian City, wet and cold.

In the dark night, unbridled.

"Mr. Mo"

"Mr. Mo?" Zhong Lin carefully called the city several times, the city slowly opened his eyes.

The rain outside the window was a little smaller than before. He could see the outside clearly from the window. He looked around, and the car stopped at the intersection of the only way to enter Donglin villa. It was a few minutes away from the villa.

"Why don't you drive in." Mo Liancheng slowly opened his mouth and his voice sank in the dark.

"Mr. Mo, it looks like Miss Su's car over there..."

Mo Liancheng then followed the direction of Zhong Lin and looked at the past. Sure enough, a red Porsche SUV was parked on the side of the road, and a woman was lying on the wall in the rain and vomiting. Although Mo Liancheng only saw the back, but he still recognized it at a glance. It was su Wanqing who was right.

"Why is she here?" Mo Liancheng murmured, then even pushed open the door and got out of the car.

When Zhong Lin saw this, he quickly got out of the car and put up his umbrella to cover the head of Molian city. The rain still kept falling, making a crackling sound on the umbrella, which was extremely harsh. Mo Liancheng took the umbrella directly from Zhong Lin's hand and went straight to Su Wanqing.

"Wanqing?" Mo Liancheng holds the umbrella above Su Wanqing's head, only to find that Su Wanqing's cheeks are flushed and her whole body is soaked. A strong wine gas in the rain still did not decline half a minute, suddenly rushed into the nose of moliancheng.Su Wanqing's eyes were blurred. Her feet on high-heeled shoes swayed unsteadily. Her hand supporting the wall was put on the arm of Mo Liancheng, "who are you?"

Mo Liancheng's eyebrows wrinkled tightly. He had never seen Su Wanqing get drunk like this, which was a big loss of decency.

"Why drink so much?" Mo Liancheng holds the shaky Su Wanqing, and her magnetic voice comes out slowly with the sound of rain.

Su Wanqing laughs and cries for a while. The whole person is shaking uncontrollably. If it wasn't for Mo Liancheng, she seems to be about to rush out of the road. The rain drenched hair hangs on Su Wanqing's cheek, but the cold water drops on her body have no trace.

"I want to drink, drink with me..." Su Wanqing staggered to the side of her car, trying to find the remaining beer can on the seat. But as soon as the door was opened, moliancheng saw that there were more than ten beer cans scattered on the back seat.

Su Wanqing must have drunk a lot.

"Enough, don't drink any more. I'll ask Zhong Lin to take you home." Mo Liancheng holds Su Wanqing's hand and is about to turn around, but she is pulled by Su Wanqing.

She began to cry with a cry. Her hair was wet, and she looked very pitiful. "No, I can't go home. I don't have a home. I don't have a place to go. I don't have any..."

"What do you mean? What happened? " Mo Liancheng's questioning was useless. Su Wanqing, as if she had not heard it, kept repeating that sentence.