Chapter 399

After the auction, Molian city stopped Mu Qingqing who was about to leave at the door.

"Congratulations, you got it."

"But Do you like the heart of the sun so much, or is it because of my jealousy that I gave this necklace to Su Wanqing five years ago? In fact, you just don't have to waste this $11 million. I originally planned to give this necklace to you Mo Liancheng mouth with a smile rather than smile arc, eyes full of banter. This feeling is like mastering the whole mind of Mu Qingqing, but he has become the person who deals in the business.

Song Yanshu knew why Mu Qingqing had to spend so much money to bid for a necklace that had no collection value at all. It turned out that in the end it was just for breath. Is it not because you still have him in your heart?

When song Yanshu thought of this, his expression became dim for a moment.

"Ah..." Mu Qingqing's eyes were cold, with a sarcastic expression on her face, and she said in a cold voice, "give it to me? Why do you think that I would like to have necklaces that others have worn? It's really unexpected that you can recycle gifts from Mo Liancheng? "

Mo Liancheng's expression becomes indifferent, but he keeps saying in his heart that this necklace originally belongs to you, and sooner or later you will find it.

But even if I think so in my heart, I still can't tell Mu Qingqing all this. Many explanations, no matter how gorgeous the words are, will not help. After all, what happens is what happens, and there is no turning back.

"If you don't want a necklace that someone else has worn, why bid at a high price? If you don't care about our past and have no obsession in your heart, and you can really be as indifferent as you show, why do you have to spend so much time demonstrating to me with $11 million? "

Mo Liancheng held out his hand and grasped Mu Qingqing's wrist. The longing in his eyes almost overflowed. "Mu Qingqing, why don't you dare to admit your heart and have to fight like this? Is it really so interesting?"

Mu Qingqing gazed at Mo Liancheng's cheek, and immediately felt extremely ridiculous. Why can those who hurt others always stand on the commanding height of morality and threaten others to let go. Revenge is the nature of the existence of species, but now it is boring.

"The distance between us is pushed away by your own hands in such a way. What are the consequences? You should have borne it, deserved it!" Mu Qingqing lowered her voice. Within the distance that only the two of them could hear, he tore up the heart of Mo Liancheng and scattered it in the air.

Turning back, Mu Qingqing took the black brocade box with the heart of the sun necklace from Song Yanshu's hand. Without hesitation, he opened it in front of moliancheng, and the glittering greenstone bloomed in the sunlight. The beauty was breathtaking. Mo Liancheng gave it to Su Wanqing, not himself.

"Mr. Mo, if you think that the purpose of my bidding for this necklace is to have it, I can only say that you don't know me too much!" With a smile, Mu Qingqing stretched out her hand and violently pulled the necklace from the fixed peg of the box, and pinched it on the fingertip with his forefinger and thumb.

Mo Liancheng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He didn't know what Mu Qingqing was going to do. But from her eyes, Mo Liancheng had already smelled a trace of gunpowder.

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qingqing let go of her two fingers. She saw the necklace slip out of her hand and finally fell into the drainage ditch on the road. The light weight of the greenstone crossed the cast-iron fence beside the road, making a series of loud and harsh sounds, and finally fell into the sewage with a thump.

"Mu Qingqing, are you crazy?" Mo Liancheng was startled by Mu Qingqing's sudden move. Subconsciously, he intended to reach out his hand to pick it up. In the end, he didn't even touch the edge of the necklace, so he watched 11 million people fall into the sewer.

He didn't love the money, but simply felt angry. What Mu Qingqing did at the moment was obviously provocative to him.

Song Yanshu shakes his head and smiles helplessly. He is indeed Mu Qingqing, or as brave as that year.

"Mo Liancheng, don't be so amorous. I just came here to tell myself that what some people thought I couldn't stand up to five years ago, I can get it with my own strength five years later. Even if I rob it from you, I have the same potential to grasp it, even if it's just a necklace!

And what I'm doing now is to let you know that this necklace is worthless in my heart, and this is the place for it. Dark enough, dirty enough! "

Mu Qingqing points to the position of the drainage channel. Her firm eyes are filled with a cold breath. Her calm posture is completely absent from the shadow of five years ago. Even a little bit of it makes Mo Liancheng feel distressed and strange.

"Qing Qing..." Mo Liancheng did not know what he could say or do to stop Mu Qingqing, but subconsciously wanted to call her name.

However, Mu Qingqing took song Yanshu's arm and laughed calmly. Baimei was blooming. "Honey, you said that you would take a great restaurant in our district after the auction. I'm hungry. Let's go..."Mu Qingqing's eyes on Song Yanshu were split out of the glare of Mo Liancheng's eyes. That glance meant an obvious demonstration, which completely tore up Mo Liancheng's self-esteem and scattered it in the air.

"Oh, yes Yes, I have a reservation in the morning. Let's go Song Yanshu is very flustered to catch Mu Qingqing's call for help. No matter what, he is willing to cooperate unconditionally. Even if it was just Mu Qingqing's temporary revenge, he did not feel angry. In this world, I'm afraid only mu Qingqing has the privilege to play such a trick on the young master of the Song family.

Mo Liancheng didn't give up. He just held Mu Qingqing's hand, but this time he didn't speak. The current appearance seemed to be a dying struggle. The goldfish that have been abandoned on the shore, how much toss and resistance, will only make their own energy consumption faster.

Mu Qingqing didn't even look at Mo Liancheng. He shook off his hand and turned to get on Song Yanshu's car.

The car started and left. Mo Liancheng is always standing in the same place, a face lost in the mood so obvious wandering between the five senses.

At the corner of the auction house, a woman was standing not far away, looking at it coldly and clenching her fist. Especially the appearance of Mu Qingqing holding song Yanshu's arm is engraved into her heart.