A bowl of light ice sugar and bird's nest porridge is steaming the curl of heat, full of some cold rooms, a light fragrance wafted into Mu Qingqing's nose, she just regained consciousness.

At this moment, Mu Qingqing is staring at the stew cup in front of her, and suddenly feels extremely nauseated.

Mo Liancheng and Butler Tang are standing on one side. The light in her eyes is a kind of coercion in Mu Qingqing's eyes. She has never regretted anything like this moment. I thought that the child in my stomach was a gift from God, but I didn't expect it was not a gift, but a vicious punishment.

Women, after all, are easy to be soft hearted emotional animals, even in these two days heart has been thousands of times want to kill this child. But when she was pulled to the hospital by Molian City, she was still very sad, and her heart was pinched.

If you are doomed to be cruel, you should at least live for the sake of the children in your stomach. The most basic thing to live is to eat well, drink water and sleep well.

Therefore, Mu Qingqing slowly picked up the spoon in the stew cup and ate it one mouthful at a time.

Mo Liancheng didn't feel at ease, because Mu Qingqing's expression was clearly seen. It was not the look of a human being when eating. It was tasteless and could not describe Mu Qingqing's feeling at this time.

Probably because she had not eaten for several days, Mu Qingqing suddenly got up and rushed into the bathroom when she got her fifth bite. He launched a protest in his stomach, which seemed to be fighting against the attack of foreign troops. His lazy stomach showed a vicious face and refused to pass anything.

Mu Qingqing vomited violently, almost hollowed out half of her body. She vomited out all the porridge she had just eaten. Along with her stomach juice, she almost killed her.

Mo Liancheng hurriedly followed up the bathroom and kept gently patting Mu Qingqing's back. His heart seemed to be more painful, even a little self reproach.

"Are you better?"

"I asked the doctor to come here. It's no way to go on like this..."

Mu Qingqing gasped, but she grabbed the wrist of Mo Liancheng with her backhand. She finally said, "don't go!"

Mu Qingqing's voice is delicate and soft. Just a few light syllables hit the most vulnerable and soft place in the heart of Mo Liancheng. At that moment, he even wanted to cry, and the pain on the tip of his nose was very obvious.

"I'm not going, I'm here..."

"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not good. I shouldn't be so cruel to you. I'm just too anxious. I'm sorry..."

Mo Liancheng sits on the cold marble floor beside Mu Qingqing. He reaches out his hand and pulls Mu Qingqing into his arms. His chin touches Mu Qingqing's warm forehead. He says words in his mouth, but the volume is more and more subtle, until he is annihilated by the breath.

Although Butler Tang was worried, looking at the scene in front of him, he had to pick up the saucer which had been knocked over on the table, and left the bedroom lightly.

Mo Liancheng didn't go to the company. His mobile phone kept ringing on the desk in his study. He didn't even give an answer to the very important video conference in the afternoon. Zhong Lin almost burst the phone of Mo Liancheng. He has no mind to think about those things, about the meeting, moliancheng has almost forgotten.

Compared with his father and sister, Mo Liancheng's only weakness is too emotional.

In front of outsiders, Mo Liancheng may be just a cold-blooded and ruthless business elite. He is not a man with a smile. He does things in a vigorous and decisive way. He always makes people feel a sense of distance that is hard to get close to. But it is such a person, once indulged in love, will also be more obsessed with the enemy than other people, irrational and square.

The tears from the corner of Mu Qingqing's eyes wet the shirt of Mo Liancheng. The mood of defeat is domineering and defiant, and even consumes Mu Qingqing's strength without restraint. She holds Mo Liancheng's hand and can't help but step up her strength, which is more like farewell than dependence.

All night, we were speechless.

Mu Qingqing did not speak. She was tired. Mo Liancheng also did not speak, if Mu Qingqing can allow himself to accompany her like this, it is not easy. Mo Liancheng thinks that as long as Mu Qingqing's mood gradually calms down, the truth of the kidnapping in those two days will naturally come to the surface.

Indeed, after that night, Mu Qingqing's mood stabilized a lot.

The next morning, when Mo Liancheng faintly woke up, his legs and arms were completely paralyzed. He did not remember when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he opened his eyes, Mu Qingqing was no longer around him.

"Qing Qing Qing Qing... "

Mo Liancheng crazy called Mu Qing Qing's name, has been from the third floor of the master bedroom, to the restaurant on the first floor. The scene in front of her shocked Mo Liancheng. Mu Qingqing cleaned up and was sitting at the table eating porridge. Because she had not eaten for several days, she could only drink some light porridge water to pad her stomach and intestines.

Such a peaceful day still makes Mo Liancheng feel uncomfortable. It seems that since Mu Qingqing was kidnapped, there has been an insurmountable gap between them, and Mu Qingqing's attitude towards himself has also changed dramatically.

Mo Liancheng called Zhong Lin to check. He must know what happened in those two days. But all along, there is still no clue, and Mo Liancheng will never think that when he knows the truth that day, he and Mu Qingqing will be completely finished.It's been 13 days since Mu Qingqing was found in the rest area of the gas station. Jin Shixun has been in and out of Donglin villa more frequently these days. He comes to visit Mu Qingqing almost every once in a while, telling jokes to her and buying naive gifts to make her laugh.

Everyone felt that Mu Qingqing was unusual and her temperament had changed.

Mo Liancheng's body shook a little, got out of Zhong Lin's car, went straight to the restaurant and poured a glass of water. He pulled loose his tie and poured cold white water into his stomach, trying to dilute the alcohol which was fermenting continuously. When in a bad mood, men usually like to intoxicate themselves and get a short-term healing, even moliancheng is no exception.

He began to be afraid to face Mu Qingqing's cold face, even if he would not respond to anything, so this was the third night of drinking in Molian city. At the end of the company's work, moliancheng went to the bar alone to drink. He refused all the women's approach coldly and just drank.

In the end, Zhong Lin sent him back to Donglin villa.

But today is very different. Mu Qingqing is sitting in the dark living room waiting for Mo Liancheng to come back. At this time, the servants have all rested.