Chapter 746

Mo Liancheng pressed his temple, but he was still dizzy. When he realized that something was wrong with his wine, his brain was no longer under control.

The final impression is just stay in the blue, all over the wine gas on his body, a strange black business car, can not see the face of the strange driver. Then, it is the whirlwind, and then what happened, Molian city has no clear memory.

The next morning, Mo Liancheng felt a lot sober, only about last night's things like a broken piece, no memory.

Mo Liancheng arranged to take care of Mu Qingqing's servant on the set to call. Some anxiously told Mo Liancheng that Mu Qingqing still didn't come to the studio to film today. The director's assistant was constantly calling Mu Qingqing, but it seemed that he couldn't get through all the time.

"Young master, I asked my servant to cook some porridge for you. Would you like to..." Tang housekeeper's voice has not fallen, Mo Liancheng then one side followed the phone, while waving his hand to leave the Donglin villa.

Since Mu Qingqing moved out of Donglin villa, moliancheng has not had a meal at home, even if it is just a simple breakfast. Steward Tang shook his head worried, but he didn't know what to do.

Mo Liancheng drove a car to step on the accelerator and killed Chengxi villa directly. Mu Qingqing has been living here all the time. Although moliancheng doesn't pay attention to her, he secretly sends people to keep an eye on Mu Qingqing's movements. He can't help worrying, especially when Mu Qingqing is pregnant.

Therefore, he went abroad to talk about business, and moliancheng had already received the news.

Although Mu Qingqing is having a quarrel with Mo Liancheng at the moment, she is not a person who is not responsible for her work. Even if she is not in a good mood to go to the studio, she will inform the director in private. She will never ask the staff of the whole studio to wait so foolishly.

Therefore, Mo Liancheng naturally had an ominous premonition whether Mu Qingqing had an accident at home.

Along the way, moliancheng almost hit other cars several times, and broke through a lot of traffic lights. Even when he noticed the black Bentley police car, he turned on the alarm and couldn't stop the car.

The car Bluetooth phone is still constantly dialing Mu Qingqing's mobile phone, but it has always been unable to answer.

Mo Liancheng's mood is a little uneasy, he raised his hand to beat the steering wheel hard, issued a frightened whistle, long and harsh.

After a few sharp turns, black Bentley nimbly crossed the short cut into the path and threw off the guard car that followed with the alarm. The fast speed scared the old man who was sitting together at the intersection. However, Mo Liancheng's driving skills were very good. Naturally, he had a proper brush, and he never hurt anyone.

But who can withstand this kind of fright, one by one all panic scattered escape, the momentum of tumultuous.

Soon, black Bentley suddenly stopped at the door of Chengxi villa. Moliancheng got out of the car recklessly and rang the doorbell wildly, "Mu Qingqing, are you in there, Mu Qingqing..."

After he rang the doorbell several times, he began to beat the gate wildly.

If Mu Qingqing opens the door a few seconds later, moliancheng will even start to drive through the gate. The double doors were opened slowly, and it was Mu Qingqing who appeared in front of the city.

A crazy beating heart finally calmed down, and Mo Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief. He did not know how many terrible scenes he had imagined along the way. Until the moment he saw Mu Qingqing, he finally felt that life was still worthwhile. At least Mu Qingqing and his children were OK.

"Why did you come?" Mu Qingqing's eyes inadvertently fell on the forehead of Molian City, and a thin layer of sweat was shining, crystal clear. Mo Liancheng's breath is still short, you can see that he is restraining himself as much as possible.

Mu Qingqing seemed to have guessed whether something was wrong, but he never thought it was related to himself.

Mo Liancheng's eyebrows are tight, but still keep calm and ask, "why don't you answer the phone?"

Mu Qingqing seemed to think of something at once. He immediately took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket. More than 50 missed calls on the screen completely frightened Mu Qingqing. Except for seven or eight calls from the studio's director assistant, the rest were all Mo Liancheng's soul chasing and life-threatening calls.

"Oh, I forgot when I came back from the studio yesterday. It's still silent mode..."

Mu Qingqing said indifferently, then raised his head and asked in doubt, "what happened, so anxious to find me?"

"You..." Mo Liancheng pointed to Mu Qingqing, choked and speechless. He choked with thousands of words of censure in his throat, but he could not pronounce a syllable. He was extremely miserable and could only digest it by himself.

Mu Qingqing stares at Mo Liancheng with a cold light in her eyes. It seems that the person who has done something wrong is mo Liancheng, not herself.

Mo Liancheng's week is very stubborn, just press all the worries in his heart back to the bottom of his heart. What he said is just a calm sentence, "haven't you had enough rest? When are you going to go to the studio? Everyone is waiting. Don't you know! As a person, can you be more responsible in doing things? "Mu Qingqing's face is a little ugly, but before Mu Qingqing talks, song Yanshu's voice comes from behind, "what's wrong, Qingqing..."

Mo Liancheng's eyes also followed the trend and looked at the past in the direction of the sound, but the eyes suddenly became dark and incomparable. I saw song Yanshu red fruit with her upper body and a large towel around her waist. She stepped out of the villa on slippers. Her hair was still dripping with water. It seemed that she had just taken a bath.

"Ah, Mu Qingqing, you can do it. You are impatient, aren't you?" Mo Liancheng's tone is grim, the voice of sneer makes people's spine chilly. His face was so ugly that there was no light in his eyes.

When Mu Qingqing saw song Yanshu dressed up like this, he had already expected that Mo Liancheng would lose his temper. However, how he explained it was just the more he described it, the more black he was. What's more, Mo Liancheng was not qualified to ask Mu Qingqing to explain anything. After all, he had caused a lot of trouble himself, but he didn't realize it.

"Mu Qingqing, you are still Mrs. mo. don't forget it!" Mo Liancheng's shoulder slightly ups and downs, he even hate himself just so reckless worry is for what, it is to see his woman behind his back with other men's love.