Chapter 487

Mu Qingqing is really and a little tired. Since she has experienced a fire in a building, she always wakes up in a nightmare in the latter half of the night. The dream is full of chaotic dark gray fog, and she can't get rid of it until she suffocates.

Although Mu Qingqing was not in the building at the time of the accident, she also saw with her own eyes that the wildly dancing fire tongue twisted her body like a devil and broke out of the window dozens of meters high in the building. Ye Youran's relic is burned by fire, and is endowed with life in Mu Qingqing's mind and becomes painful.

Of course, all this is due to Mu Qingqing's guilt and miss for ye Youran.

All things have a final conclusion. It is better that Mu Qingqing always holds a heart these days. Anyway, ye Youran's diary is kept. As for other things, Mu Qingqing also gives ye Youran an account.

In fact, Mu Qingqing is not a superstitious person, but at this time, only in this way can give her some comfort.

In front of Ye Youran's graveyard, Mu Qingqing said a lot to her. Some of her pent up emotions were vented out, so that she could relax.

Yes, Mu Qingqing has not been so relaxed for a long time. Since Su Wanqing and Su Yuanshan were jailed, the feeling that life suddenly lost its center of gravity is even more frightening than that of a disaster.

So as soon as he got on the bus, Mu Qingqing's consciousness became loose. His sleepiness was like a raging flood. Within three seconds, Mu Qingqing fell asleep.

I haven't slept so steadily for a long time. Maybe it's the inexplicable sense of security around Mo Liancheng. Mu Qingqing's subconscious thought like this. Unconsciously, consciousness gradually became clear.

The cheek feels the cool breeze gently, gentle to extremely, not anxious not impatient. Mu Qingqing moved her body slightly, her eyes opened slightly, and the process of the world from a blur to a clear one was so lazy that people couldn't help being lazy. Mu Qingqing raised her hand and stretched her waist, and her coat slipped on her legs with a faint and familiar smell of mint.

It's the coat of moliancheng. Mu Qingqing is also getting more and more energetic. After looking around, she seems to be familiar with the surrounding environment. The noise is endless, in a few miles away, faintly spread.

Maybe she was sleeping too heavily. For a moment, Mu Qingqing's brain seemed to be short circuited. Such familiar scenes failed to arouse her reaction. After a few yawns, the tears make the world blur again. The warm feeling combined with the wind blowing in from the window occasionally makes people want to continue to sleep.

If it wasn't for the sense of crisis that reminded Mu Qingqing, she would have really become a sleeping beauty in the downtown area. Mo Liancheng was not in the driver's seat. He even left himself here and ran. Mu Qingqing put down his coat and threw it on the back seat. He intended to get off to have a look, but he was attracted by a familiar smell.

At that time, Mo Liancheng has opened the cab door, carrying a few bags of things, a face helpless sit in.

"For you!" Mo Liancheng's expression with a trace of disgust, raised his hand and put things into Mu Qingqing's hand, or warm.

Mu Qingqing has already guessed what it is, because when she was just about to get off the bus, Mu Qingqing had already seen the river which had been disgraced by Molian city last time, which was not far away. This time, moliancheng chose a relatively quiet road to park. It was a road that Mu Qingqing seldom took. So when she just woke up, she didn't notice it at the first time.

"Wow, it's delicious!" Mu Qingqing sighed, saliva has been in the mouth, restless hands have begun to pick up a piece of food with a bamboo stick and put it into his mouth. It's a familiar taste. It's true that the memories of childhood can be eaten at this time, which is really good for mu Qingqing.

Mo Liancheng's expression is stiff. You don't need to ask Mu Qingqing to know what he is remembering in his mind. So he deliberately pokes a pig's large intestine dipped in sauce in another video paper bag with a bamboo stick and instantly reaches it to the mouth of Mo Liancheng.

"Do you want to eat it? It's rare." Mu Qingqing said solemnly, and his heart was already full of laughter.

Mo Liancheng subconsciously rebounded to open, and suddenly hid away from the edge of the car door. His hands were interwoven and swinging. It seemed that he saw something terrible. If Mu Qingqing didn't like it, he would not take the initiative to buy this kind of thing.

"No, no, you can eat it yourself." Mo Liancheng's face was stiff, and he could not say a word for a long time. Seeing that Mu Qingqing took back his hand, he felt relieved and sat up straight.

"My God!" With a cry of surprise, Mu Qingqing made Mo Liancheng quickly turn around to see it. Who knows that Mu Qingqing intentionally took advantage of Mo Liancheng's inattention, so he put the pig's large intestine in his hand into the mouth of Mo Liancheng. After a series of neat movements, Mu Qingqing raised her hand and covered Mo Liancheng's mouth. Even if she wanted to vomit, she couldn't spit it out, but she could only make a voice.

Mu Qingqing tried to suppress a smile and said solemnly, "it's said that if you eat something hard to swallow in front of someone you like, it's very effective to pray for the people you like. So don't spit it out unless you don't like me? ""You..." Mo Liancheng frowns and stares at Mu Qingqing. In his heart, he is like ten thousand steeds galloping past, with a foul atmosphere. Mu Qingqing can think of the reason for this wonderful flower. It's really funny and funny. But if at this time, Mo Liancheng still insists on spitting out the food, isn't it that Mu Qingqing has more reasons to refuse himself.

Mu Qingqing picked up her eyebrows and ate the roadside stall in her hand, and looked triumphantly at Mo Liancheng. At this time, Mu Qingqing has already let go of her hand, but the evil look in her eyes clearly means that if you don't eat today, I will never finish with you.

People's psychological function is so strong, even if the pig's large intestine after frying and covered with sauce has no strange taste at all, but in the taste sense of moliancheng, it still looks like smelly and terrible garbage.

For a moment, in the tangled expression, Mo Liancheng's throat slips for a moment, and instantly opens his mouth to relax.

Mu Qingqing was stunned and couldn't help but give up his thumb. He didn't chew it and swallowed it raw. It was really powerful.

After drinking almost half a bottle of water, Mo Liancheng looked at Mu Qingqing fiercely, "what a blessing! Your ability to make up stories is really rotten!"