"Just recently, Song Yanshu's people reported that there were other bodyguards in the studio who seemed to be doing the same thing with them. We were worried about your disadvantage, so we secretly investigated for a while.
It's just that the protection of this person is too good, should not want to offend unnecessary people, just want to save you with a clear goal. If you say so, maybe only Molian city has such ability, and he also knows about Ansheng. "
Cheng strange light said, look indifferent.
"I have so many bodyguards around me, I don't know..." It was after listening to the strange words that Mu Qingqing realized that the people responsible for protecting themselves on the set were far more than the few people who were aware of something wrong.
"But when did you get so close to song Yanshu?" Mu Qingqing asked with great interest, with a trace of curiosity in her eyes.
"It's a secret that can't be told between men!" Cheng Xi rolled a white eye, reached out and patted on Mu Qingqing's forehead, "little girl, don't inquire so much."
After that, I sat on the edge of the bar and ate it first.
Mu Qingqing knew that he was prevaricating himself and wanted to ask questions, but Chengxi was obviously not prepared to tell her.
When she returned to her room in the evening, Mu Qingqing thought about it and was completely free of sleepiness. Thinking of Cheng Xi's words, Mu Qingqing seems to think that she should call song Yanshu to thank him. In any case, she must be polite. After all, in order to protect himself, song Yanshu also made great efforts.
The phone dialed out, that half cooked number, the last call record has been a month ago. The long voice echoed in the ear, and no one answered for a long time. Maybe he was asleep. Mu Qingqing hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to him.
"Thank you for your protection. I'll invite you to dinner. Good night." Looking at the content of the message, she couldn't say it. She thought about it and added a smile at the end.
Not long after sending the message, Mu Qingqing fell asleep. Until Su Wanqing did not miss the opportunity to rub a heat, but deliberately in the V-blog inside some pitiful words, although the words are very obscure, but discerning people and old fans can see at a glance, Su Wanqing successfully disguised himself as a weak person injured in feelings.
However, it has attracted the sympathy of many fans, and the army has left a message under Su Wanqing's account. Come on, we will always be by your side. Of course, Mu Qingqing, who has been used to this routine, can tell at a glance how many sailors are stirring the flames.
In the video of answering the reporter's questions in the opening of Mo Liancheng, although it was not as straightforward as that radio reporter said clearly that Mu Qingqing was pregnant. But the vague words and expressions have already explained everything. Undoubtedly, this is the identification.
Under this, what shopping mood is no longer, Mu Qingqing some indignant rushed to the Donglin villa, a door will be raised to question.
"Mo Liancheng, you tell me clearly, who allowed you to talk to reporters casually!"
"Shh!" Mo Liancheng motioned to Mu Qingqing to be quiet and pointed out that he was sleeping in his nest. Then he pulled Mu Qingqing to the bedroom. It is not so much that he is afraid of disturbing Mo's sleep, but rather that he does not want to argue in front of the servants.
It is still the same problem. Mu Qingqing's attitude is very bad, which can be said to be bad.
Mo Liancheng shrugged slightly and said innocently, "what do you want me to do? I'm not the first person to lie. I'm not trying to cooperate with you in acting."
Mu Qingqing had no choice but to take a long breath and stomped his feet, "Mo Liancheng, did you mean it! Later, I told you clearly that this matter should not be clarified for the time being! "
"Well..." Mo Liancheng nodded and looked innocent. "You really said there was no need to clarify for the time being, but you didn't say that you can't admit it. The reporter has been blocked at the door. What do you want me to do?"
"You..." Mu Qingqing bit her lips, but the things she wanted to say were not really censured.