Chapter 657

The light in the hall of Donglin villa is a little dim, only a floor lamp is still on, and the sky has a touch of light gray, but it is not enough to shine on the world.

Mu Qingqing is already a little sleepy. She pushes the door carefully, because at this time, in addition to the bodyguards on duty at the door, the people in the room should still be sleeping and not getting up.

He refuted the face of Mo Liancheng, or in front of another man. Mu Qingqing thought that Mo Liancheng would not come back, at least he might be in the company. Although moliancheng is the top rich in Jiangcheng, he does not have any hobbies. He is a real workaholic, and even occasionally a little boring.

Mu Qingqing took off her high-heeled shoes and tried not to make any noise.

"You're back. Would you like a cup of hot milk?" The voice of Mo Liancheng suddenly rings in the dark in the corner of the living room. Mu Qingqing's body trembles. She is really frightened. When she looks closely, she finds that Mo Liancheng is smoking on the sofa in the living room.

The mist blurred his pupils against the dim light. When did Mo Liancheng start smoking? In his mind, he never smoked.

"You Why do you get up so early Mu Qingqing has some huff and puff, not because of what happened last night, but because moliancheng was smoking.

Not so early to get up, but a whole night without sleep.

Mo Liancheng did not speak. Three seconds before he got up, he put out his hand in the crystal ashtray of the tea table and put out the faint spark. With a slight pinch of his slender index finger and thumb, he twisted a few times, and the only light in the dark was completely destroyed.

She got up and walked into the kitchen. There was a strong smell of tobacco on her face. Mu Qingqing coughed twice. Turning on the chandelier in the living room, Mu Qingqing threw her backpack on the sofa and the rest of the light fell on the tea table. The big ashtray was full of cigarette butts, roughly estimated to be more than 20.

Thinking, Mo Liancheng has been carrying Ding good milk to come over, a layer of light green gray under the eye. There is no light in the deep eyes.

"Did you smoke?" Mu Qingqing took some hot milk, put it aside, and asked.

The voice and a pair of cold hands almost fell down at the same time. Mu Qingqing's body was pulled into the arms of a remnant temperature. "What's the matter?"

Mu Qingqing's tone has softened a lot. After a night's work, she seems not to be so angry.

Mo Liancheng's heart was hard to grasp. Although he wanted to ask, he still swallowed those words that only brought quarrel back.

Mu Qingqing's hair is a little wet, and her clothes are not what they wear at night. What did she and song Yanshu do. A burst of deep jealousy sprang up in the city of Molian. It was like a huge wave, attacking the fragile will.

"I'm sorry, I should discuss it with you. Forgive me for always making up my own mind. Weddings are never hype."

"You..."

"Just think I'm insecure. I can't lose you, you know."

Mo Liancheng shows weakness. On the eve of the wedding, he is afraid that everything will change again. Zhou Ping is dead. The secrets of the past will be buried in the past forever. Rooting or rotting will not be involved in the present.

As long as Mu Qingqing can successfully go to Ireland with Molian city to sign up for registration.

For a moment, Mu Qingqing relaxed her throat and sighed, "I'm hungry, but I don't want to drink milk..."

Mo Liancheng looks at Mu Qingqing, and her attitude has given the biggest comfort to this relationship.

"OK, what would you like to eat? My name is..."

"Forget it, I'll make it for you myself!" Mo Liancheng wanted to call Butler Tang to come down. However, he remembered that it was only 3:40 a.m. now. It was a bit of a start-up. What's more, this rare and harmonious atmosphere, Mo Liancheng didn't want to be disturbed by others.

"Well I want tomato and egg noodles Mu Qingqing smiles and puts her arms around the waist of Mo Liancheng. She seldom acts like a coquette.

Mo Liancheng heart of a boulder fell to the ground, he rubbed some of Mu Qingqing's wet hair, calmly said, "go blow dry your hair, be careful of a cold!"

Only then did Mu Qingqing realize that she was a little embarrassed in her clothes. Mo Liancheng didn't even ask a word. Although Mu Qingqing wanted to tell Mo Liancheng what happened in the evening for a moment, she seemed to be explaining the innocence between herself and song Yanshu. She didn't think it was necessary to do so.

The next day, the Internet spread all over the world about the marriage of Mu Qingqing and moliancheng. All kinds of strange versions of speculation, all of which attracted people's attention. However, Mu Qingqing also relaxed her mind. After reading it, she would forget. It was only about some dazzling words, especially those related to children, that Mu Qingqing still cherished in her mind.

Although Mu Qingqing didn't say that, Mo Liancheng knew how deep the past pain was.

Before going to Ireland to register for marriage, moliancheng arranged an engagement ceremony for mu Qingqing in Jiangcheng. The former Mu Qingqing was very concerned about this kind of ritual. Even if a detail was missed, he would feel that it was not perfect. However, after a lot of disasters, these floating clouds just added to Mu Qingqing's worries.However, since moliancheng was interested in it, Mu Qingqing naturally accepted it.

The day before the engagement ceremony, moliancheng found Mu Qingqing in the cemetery. They had arranged to go to the wedding dress shop to try on the dress at ten o'clock in the morning. Due to the previous day's meeting in moliancheng all night, the two people agreed to separate.

However, Mo Liancheng has been waiting for a full hour in the wedding dress shop, and Mu Qingqing does not appear. Zhong Lin looks for all the places where Mu Qingqing may go, but there is no news.

Finally, moliancheng thought of the cemetery.

Sure enough, when Molian city appeared in the cemetery, he had seen the car parked at the door of Mu Qingqing.

When she saw moliancheng, Mu Qingqing was standing in front of her parents' tomb, and tears flickered from the corners of her eyes. She suddenly remembered that she had missed her date with moliancheng, so mu Qingqing quickly put away her lonely mood and kept apologizing.

Mo Liancheng sighed deeply, but the fire couldn't come out. Finally, it just turned into a hug. In the early autumn, the sun was not cold yet.

When a woman marries, she naturally wants to tell her parents. Mu Qingqing doesn't neglect her. She just changes her way.

However, when Mu Qingqing stood in front of the Mu family's tomb with Mo Liancheng's hand in hand, Mo Liancheng's mood became gloomy, and an inexplicable sense of sadness lingered around him.

Mu Qingqing may never know. At that moment, Mo Liancheng's mood was subversive. Of course, Mo Liancheng did not want Mu Qingqing to know.