Chapter 366

Mo Liancheng moved his eyes to Mu Qingqing, and his eyes flashed in the dark. He grasped Mu Qingqing's hand and unconsciously increased his strength.

"So, do you want to know what the second wish in my life is?"

Mu Qingqing grinned and deliberately took out his hand and put it into his pocket. "If I say I'm not interested in knowing, do you want to go on?"

In the dark, Mu Qingqing seems to have felt that what Mo Liancheng wants to say is related to himself, so he subconsciously avoids it.

But Mo Liancheng forcefully pulled Mu Qingqing's wrist and led her fingertip to the other side of the three characters just engraved with Mo Liancheng. There are still traces of several carved characters. After touching the position, it is not difficult to find that the words were just carved for a short time. The scratch on the edge is still slightly sharp, and the touch is sharp, but the finger will not be scratched.

"Do you feel it?" Mo Liancheng looks at Mu Qingqing straightly, with a kind of expectation.

Mu Qingqing thought it was fun, and just now she felt the name of moliancheng with her superb sense of touch. So she was very interested and felt it carefully for several times. Smile immediately solidified in the lips, fingertips also stopped at the end of the sentence, there is no movement back and forth.

"No!" Mu Qingqing took out his wrist and stood up fiercely. His cold eyes were nowhere to be placed. "It's a mess. It's hard to guess. It's completely out of touch."

"It's too cold. I don't feel well. Take me back!"

With that, Mu Qingqing raised her steps and left. But the footstep was shackled by a warm and powerful arm, unable to move.

"Promise me All right? " Muriancheng's voice enveloped Mu Qingqing's body from top to bottom. The shivering body in the cold wind could not cover the hot heart in any case. It was still beating restlessly with a strange beat, which seemed to be a sad prelude with hatred.

"I don't understand what you're saying. It's too cold here. If I get sick and delay shooting, can you be responsible for it?" Mu Qingqing's epilogue is not a question. He turns his face and pushes away the embrace of Mo Liancheng.

The car drove all the way to the direction of Chengxi villa. The quiet air generally fell in the early stage of the cold season. It was half dead, and it was suffocating.

Mu Qingqing pretended to be OK and flipped through the comments and hot search news on the V-blog. The top three titles are almost inseparable from the intricate relationship between mu Qingqing, moliancheng and Su Wanqing.

Switch the trumpet and click into Su Wanqing's V-blog. A picture of blurred eyes and half exposed face reveals a bottle of red wine half drunk and a goblet. Happy birthday to you. A simple photo, a word, made the whole network earth shaking find out all the birthday articles of Su Wanqing in the past few years, but this year is particularly lonely and sad.

The painting style is quite different from that of Mu Qingqing's v-museum, which shows a group photo of himself and moliancheng in a high-profile way, which can be described as the Datong frame of the century.

Various accounts have been launched online, roughly divided into two camps, Mu Qingqing casually flipped through a few pages of the content of the comment area, and he already had a clear idea.

On the one hand, Su Wanqing's loyal powder is the one who has failed in all kinds of ink-jet painting. Her ex-wife, Mu Qingqing, is ruthless in her love. Her words are as fierce as a nuclear weapon explosion, but she turns to cheer Su Wanqing for her soft words. On the one hand, the team of Mu Qingqing and Mo Liancheng summed up a lot of Su Wanqing's black materials, as well as those details that have not been confirmed or have been washed white. After thorough pickling, Su Wanqing is said to be a green tea whore in a few words.

More sour people went to Su Wanqing's V-blog to leave a message, saying that moliancheng would rather celebrate a pot of green plants with Mu Qingqing than celebrate his birthday with you.

"It should be nice to be robbed of important things by others..." Mu Qingqing secretly satirizes in his heart, and Mo Liancheng has already become the sharp knife in Mu Qingqing's hand to gouge out the skin and flesh of the enemy's heart.

When the car stopped in front of Chengxi villa, moliancheng locked the front passenger's door, "Mu Qingqing, I'll ask you for the last time. Do you have anything to say to me? Just now, after tonight, I won't ask you again, tell me when you think about it! "

Mu Qingqing released the hand of pushing the door and leaned on the back of the chair. Her voice was cold as if she had melted into the ice cellar. "There's nothing to think about. If you ask me, my answer is still, nothing to say."

"Satisfied? Open the door

Mo Liancheng cold hum a, the corner of the mouth exudes a gloomy cold meaning, "this sentence, can I take as your answer?"

For a moment, Mu Qingqing turned to her side. Her eyes fell on the despairing eyes of Molian city without hesitation. She said in a bright voice, "whatever you think, I'm going back to have a rest. Please open the door!"

The sound of car lock rising and falling broke into Mu Qingqing's ears. She got off the car without half a minute's hesitation. After him, Mo Liancheng was so angry that he kept pressing the whistle. Until Mu Qingqing went straight into the room and hid in the bathroom, the sound stopped suddenly. Followed by a burst of car engine friction sound, quickly disappeared.

The water from the shower is still steaming hot air, dense in the huge glass bath room, mixed with salt and wet unknown liquid, from the corner of the eye along the spray of bath water, was washed into the pipe, disappeared."Mu Qingqing, marry me!"

These six words like a magic spell, constantly attacking the fragile brain nerves of Mu Qingqing, until unconsciously, the blue and white sky has covered the house, but the sleepiness is still entangled in restlessness.

In the cold wind last night, the line that Mu Qingqing could reach was the second wish of moliancheng. He hoped that Mu Qingqing would agree to his proposal again. After many years, the desire to start a marriage far exceeds the last time moliancheng married Mu Qingqing.

But this time, Mu Qingqing did not look forward to it.

Breakfast, still step-by-step in the first floor of the table, but no strange figure. Mu Qingqing didn't care, but later learned that Su Wanqing could not sit still.

It's just about the video surveillance of the studio. The person who came to lobby was not su Wanqing herself, but her agent Youjie. Chengxi also received the invitation last night, so he went to the nearby coffee shop to meet you in the morning.

The content of the conversation was amazing, on the condition that he would get a check of one million if he was willing to stop meddling in the matter and make any excuse to excuse it.

And that check, at this moment, is lying in Mu Qingqing's hand.