Chapter 583

"Liancheng..."

Mu Qingqing felt dizzy for a while, and then subconsciously called out the name of Mo Liancheng. At last, he noticed the chill in the driving position.

At the critical moment, the person who rescued Mu Qingqing from the shovel was not Mo Liancheng, Chengxi, nor Zhong Lin, but song Yanshu. Although he lowered the brim of his baseball cap and wore a pair of black sunglasses, from Mu Qingqing's point of view, he recognized the familiar face at once.

"It's you. Why are you here?" Mu Qingqing felt frightened. If the shovel in the worker's hand really hit his head, I'm afraid it would be too late to have a look at the sun tomorrow.

Song Yanshu's face did not seem to be very good. He had to admit that his tangled feelings towards Mu Qingqing were contradictory, and he always missed him all the time. However, when he met each other, he felt that his heart was blocked by something, and he had difficulty breathing.

The abusive feelings are addictive. It is often impossible for the party concerned to decide how to go on his own way. It is just like song Yanshu, who has always done things cleanly and never sloppy. In the face of Mu Qingqing, he has violated his secret determination more than once.

The sky is very dim. The originally blazing sun is blocked by a dense layer of clouds. Recently, the weather in Jiangcheng is always unstable, and it is often sunny and rainy every second.

The car quickly left the factory gate, like an arrow from the street to the end of the alley, then disappeared.

Seeing that Mu Qingqing had fled, the workers turned their attention to several bodyguards from the Mohist group. At this sensitive moment, the workers were extremely vulnerable and anxious, and could not afford to stir and test.

Just like at this moment, if Zhong Lin doesn't have to suffer, it must be very difficult to get away from it.

Until the crowd disappeared completely in the rearview mirror, song Yanshu began to speak slowly, with a trace of blame in her voice, "do you know that you should not show up at all on this occasion, they will take advantage of the situation with even more recklessness when they see the top management of the company!"

Mu Qingqing didn't say anything because she also began to shake her mind from her initial firmness. It is not clear whether this is right or not.

For a moment, Mu Qingqing turned her face out of the window and murmured, "maybe sincerity and sincerity are not equal..."

Indeed, the real society always likes to teach people a truth that will never be forgotten in life. For example, Mu Qingqing has learned another lesson. Sometimes, sincerity is not as powerful as a stack of money. In front of power and money, sincerity is the most trampled upon.

Song Yanshu took a look at the co pilot's position without a trace. It seemed that his words were heavier, and then he changed the topic, "are you hurt, are you ok?"

After a long silence, Mu Qingqing closed her eyes and slid her body down. She said in a dispirited voice, "something's wrong. It's just here..."

Mu Qingqing clenched her fist and knocked her chest twice. During this period of time, she really suffered too much. In addition, a Mo Han was enough to keep Mu Qingqing's spirit tense all the time and dare not relax for a moment.

Sometimes when she sat by the bed of moliancheng, she would deliberately say some cruel words to complain about him. Why was she so selfish and pushed all these things to herself? Why did moliancheng become this way because she saved herself? Sometimes Mu Qingqing even thought that if she didn't bear this deep sense of guilt, she might have escaped all this for granted.

His mind drifted in his mind like a hypnotic, which made Mu Qingqing's consciousness sink deeper into the sea. When he woke up again, the car had just stopped at the door of song Yanshu's mansion. At that time, song Yanshu was leaning down from the position of the co driver's door and covering Mu Qingqing with his coat, but he didn't expect that Mu Qingqing would suddenly open his eyes.

Two pairs of extremely beautiful eyes folded on the same plane in the same time and space, burst out a fierce fire. Song Yanshu's cheek instantly began to burn, and his rapid breath pushed him away. The back of his head hit the edge of the door, making a dull sound.

"Er..." Song Yanshu clenched his facial features and raised his hand to touch the back of his head and uttered a strong murmur.

At this time, Mu Qingqing also came back to her mind. She did not care about her clothes. She also got out of the car in a hurry to check the situation of song Yanshu.

"Nothing, nothing..." Song Yanshu held out his hand and refused Mu Qingqing to keep close to him to cover up his restless heartbeat and hot cheek.

Mu Qingqing stood in the same place, looking at Song Yanshu, who was in a hurry because of a small mistake, and even laughed. Song Yanshu was also a bit unnatural, but when he saw Mu Qingqing, he stood in the same place, slightly shyly smiling.

However, the calm atmosphere did not last long. It was quenched by a sudden heavy rain. Two people came into the house in a flurry. Two rows of servants came face to face. The frightened Mu Qingqing stopped. Originally, the arrangement of servants in Donglin villa was enough to make Mu Qingqing feel exaggerated. Unexpectedly, the Song family would be even worse."Song Shao..." The servants greet each other neatly, and song Yanshu waves his hand. It seems that this is a tradition of the Song family.

Song Yanshu has always been accompanied by a man who is almost the same age as the housekeeper of Tang Dynasty. Since Song Yanshu's father was in power, he has assisted him. Mu Qingqing once heard song Yanshu mention it, but this is the first time that he met.

"Song Shao, you are back..."

Song Yanshu casually introduced to Mu Qingqing, "this is uncle an..."

Mu Qingqing nodded and pulled out a kind and polite smile from the corner of her mouth. If the factory was not located near the Song family's mansion, song Yanshu would not have sent Mu Qingqing here. This area is relatively remote, in addition to the reporters are staring, so admission dressing is not very convenient.

Uncle an looked up and down at Mu Qingqing. It was not that he didn't know the woman who had been known for a long time, whether from the newspapers or from the mouth of his young master.

"Uncle ANN, bring the medicine box into my room, and some hot water and clean towels." Song Yan Shu said lightly, then turned and led Mu Qingqing upstairs.

"Please..." When Mu Qingqing turned to thank him, he inadvertently saw the unfriendly glance of Uncle an and felt a chill on his back.