Chapter 742

"Old man, there are snacks to eat!"

"Oh, you eat less sweet, be careful that your blood sugar exceeds the standard..."

Song Yanshu and Mu Qingqing look at each other and smile awkwardly.

In fact, Mu Qingqing didn't want to give song Yanshu false hope, so he decided to come alone. Recently, a lot of things happened, but song Yanshu still pretended to be ok with him.

Song Yanshu can be dignified to accompany, but mu Qingqing can not be selfish as nothing, do not ask not mention.

The fired utensils changed from dark brown to grayish brown, and their dry appearance looked lifeless. Mu Qingqing sat on the color table, carefully pondered for a while, then began to write, painting the colorful oil on his own utensils.

Song Yanshu deliberately took a glance at Mu Qingqing, and then he mysteriously went to a place far away from Mu Qingqing and played with it seriously.

"I'm done..." When Mu Qingqing got up and handed the cup to his grandfather, his eyes fell on Song Yanshu, but he was so surprised that almost the whole person was about to jump up and quickly covered the works in his hands with a mysterious look.

"Don't peek!" Song Yanshu covers his things, which looks like a child protecting his toys. With his height of 187 cm, it is particularly interesting.

"Bang, who peeked at you? It's not an art exam. It's so mysterious." Mu Qingqing rolled her eyelids, then went to the backyard and sat on the stone steps. The time of baking and coloring is not very long, so mu Qingqing decided to wait here. It's better to see her finished product today.

Think of here, Mu Qingqing's eyes with a trace of expectation gently stroking his abdomen, as if in whispering with the baby, look very happy.

Today's weather is a very warm day in early autumn. The sun is especially abundant. The stone bench in the backyard is warm and comfortable.

"Come on, you have tea. I'll go to the store to greet the guests. After a while, you can see the finished products made by yourself." Grandma put a set of purple sand tea set on the stone table, and said with a smile.

Song Yanshu got up and supported her grandmother's shoulder, but she was coquettish and coquettish. "I know. I know. I'm not sure your grandson is here. Go to work quickly..."

Granny smiles with her mouth closed. It seems that as long as song Yanshu is here, the two old men will be very happy.

"You and grandma have a good relationship, like your own grandparents and grandchildren." Mu Qingqing took a sip of tea and began to sigh with a smile.

As she spoke, Mu Qingqing remembered one thing. Last time, song Yanshu gave her a ceramic chopstick rack, which was engraved with Mu Qingqing's name. Song Yanshu had carefully kept it for so many years. The meaning of this was very clear to Mu Qingqing. So she planned to return the object that witnessed song Yanshu's feelings to him.

Mu Qingqing did not intend to accept him at all. Naturally, he should not have received such a meaningful gift.

Just as Mu Qingqing put his hand into his pocket and felt for a piece of cold porcelain with his fingertips, a tall and thin figure of a man suddenly appeared in front of him. Mu Qingqing's heart couldn't help but be merciless. How could he still pursue here.

"Molian city What are you doing here? " Mu Qingqing raised her waist with a little difficulty, with a touch of precaution in her eyes.

Song Yanshu's brow was tight, and then he looked at the unexpected guest in front of him. The visit of Mo Liancheng seemed to be out of date, and some were too abrupt.

"You follow me?" Mu Qingqing suddenly thought that he didn't go to the studio today, but just strolled around to relax. It must not be a coincidence that Mo Liancheng could find his position so accurately.

Mo Liancheng's face was gloomy and cold. Of course he knew where it was. So he went to Mu Qingqing and said in a cold voice, "even if you don't tell me, you don't go to the studio if you don't go to the studio. Do you think I'm transparent?"

"I told the director that I'm not feeling well today." Mu Qingqing responded coldly, but it didn't seem to be explaining at all.

Before Mu Qingqing's voice fell, Mo Liancheng suddenly raised his voice and seized Mu Qingqing's wrist, "uncomfortable? It's not comfortable, or you've come out to meet a wild man

"Moliancheng, what are you talking about?" Song Yanshu is infuriated and pushes Mo Liancheng away from Mu Qingqing and glares at him.

Looking at Song Yanshu protecting his own woman behind him, a pair of guard against his appearance, Mo Liancheng wryly laughed a few times, and then his eyes became grim, "how, was exposed so angry?"

"Moliancheng, do you make enough trouble?"

Mu Qingqing stopped the coming war. She didn't want the two men to fight again because of herself. "I have complied with the contract and helped you shoot advertisements. What else do you want?"

Mo Liancheng's dim cold eyes once again fell on Mu Qingqing's body, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Mu Qingqing, is it that I want just that broken advertisement! Do you understand? I want you

"But we can't go back..." When Mu Qingqing said cruel words, his eyes did not dare to look directly at Molian city. His burning eyes almost burned his heart."Mu Qingqing, are you..." Mo Liancheng's words were interrupted by the grandfather who was holding the baking utensils, and looked at the past along the direction of the sound source.

"Come on, look at your work. It's finished! Another 15 minutes to cool, the color will be more transparent The old man put an aluminum tray on the stone table in the back yard, pulled off his gloves, and reminded them that it was too hot to take by hand.

"Oh, this is..." The old man just didn't notice when there was a handsome young man in the yard. It can be seen that all of us have no expression. The old man prevaricated and ran to the front shop to help the old lady greet the guests.

When Mo Liancheng's eyes fell on the two crooked cups in front of him, his face almost turned gray. His throat rolled, and his voice was more like a wild animal's whispering, "Mu Qingqing, you are really interesting!"

At the same time, Mu Qingqing looks at the two cups in front of her in amazement. In addition to one finished product of her own painting of love, song Yanshu's cup is the same as her own, even the color matching is the same.

It looks like a couple's cup.

Mu Qingqing looks at Song Yanshu in disbelief. Before she can find out the answer, Mo Liancheng hits two hot cups on the ground.