Chapter 747

"Should you give me an explanation?" Mo Liancheng still does not give up, let him crazy in addition to the scene in front of him, it is mu Qingqing's cool and calm attitude.

"There's nothing to explain. Do you think I can do something out of the ordinary now? I'm not as shameless as you are. It's enough to take care of yourself!" Even though Mu Qingqing is angry, he doesn't intend to show it, but the aggressive situation of moliancheng really annoys Mu Qingqing.

It is true that they did not get divorced, but the person who first stepped out of this line was not mu Qingqing, but moliancheng.

"What are you talking about? How can I be shameless? Make it clear!" Mo Liancheng said coldly, frowning.

Song Yanshu was laughing, leaning against the door with a sarcastic face, and looked at Mo Liancheng. "It seems that Mo has no time to watch the news."

"Qing Qing, you should also speak more clearly, so that some people will not report to the public in advance, which is ridiculous." Song Yanshu said without politeness, as if in force Mo Liancheng to start, every word with a thorn.

Mu Qingqing's face is gloomy. Song Yanshu has always been a man of careful mind. When he appears at the door like this, he deliberately declares his sovereignty and asks moliancheng to prick his heart. Men are selfish in love, sometimes even more childish than women.

Mu Qingqing naturally knows it, but it's OK. Looking at Mo Liancheng's jealousy and madness, Mu Qingqing feels strangely happy.

"Qing Qing, I'm going first. Maybe you'd better have a chat alone." With that, song Yanshu walked leisurely to the kitchen with his slippers.

"Did you have a good time last night?" Mu Qingqing asked deliberately, in a gloomy tone.

Mo Liancheng frowned. Last night was just an ordinary party. Mu Qingqing also went with her. She had no reason not to know. There must be a reason for this. Only when Mo Liancheng woke up early in the morning, he rushed here directly. When he was in the car, he only cared about calling Mu Qingqing. He had no chance to watch the news. Naturally, he didn't know what happened.

"You came to question why I didn't go to the set, did you?" There is a glimmer of expectation hidden in Mu Qingqing's words, but it seems that even she is complaining about herself. Why should she expect something from this man.

Mo Liancheng did not speak, because of the current situation, he did not understand.

Mu Qingqing looks at Mo Liancheng and smiles for a long time. The smile is very cold, which is obviously similar to that when Mo Liancheng saw song Yanshu.

"Well, you have such a good eye Said, Mu Qingqing will turn back this morning to send the newspaper severely fell on the body of Mo Liancheng.

Mo Liancheng catches the newspaper, which happens to be the entertainment page. Huge photos appear in the newspaper, the protagonists are mo Liancheng and Mi LAN, taking extremely clear. Mi LAN hands around the waist of Mo Lian City, the whole person is stuck in his arms. Mo Liancheng closed his eyes, but he couldn't see what he didn't want to look like. A hand was also put on the blue's shoulder, looking extremely intimate.

"This..." The whole person of Mo Liancheng is frozen. For a moment, he can't even find a word to explain. Maybe this is called the fact in front of you, and you can't argue.

The alarm sound of the patrol car suddenly drew closer and stopped at a position not far behind the city of Molian.

"Is this the car?"

"Yes, this is it!"

Two patrolmen stepped down from the car and patted Molian on the shoulder. "Sir, is that black Bentley outside your car?"

Mo Liancheng did not speak, and his eyes fell straight on Mu Qingqing.

"Sir, is that black Bentley outside..."

Mo Liancheng interrupted the policeman's words. He took Mu Qingqing's hand and said, "Qing Qing, I can explain this matter, but I'm..."

After a long time, Mu Qingqing shook off Mo Liancheng's hand, but he didn't know that Mo Liancheng's huff and puff was not a guilty heart, but he didn't remember what happened last night. How could he explain to Mu Qingqing.

"I think you have more important things to deal with now!" With that, Mu Qingqing broke the hand of Mo Liancheng and shut the gate fiercely. Without leaving a trace of affection, he refused to leave the door.

"Sir, the black Bentley at the door..." The patrolman was impatient and said in a loud voice.

Mo Liancheng regained his consciousness, and his pale cheek seemed to have no blood color. His expressionless face frightened the patrolman for a moment.

One of the patrolmen recognized Molian city and whispered a few words in the ear of the other.

"It's my car." Mo Liancheng's mind is not here, his mind is in a mess, but the feeling of fragments is that the harder you try to recall the things you forget, the more headache you have. This is how you feel at the moment.

The patrolman was selfless. Even though he knew the identity of the man in front of him, he still showed his ID card firmly and said in a sharp voice, "Sir, you just suspected of dangerous driving. Please follow us back to assist in the investigation."

Mo Liancheng's eyes are cold and turn around to get on the car with the inspectors.Mu Qingqing stood in front of the monitoring screen of the visual doorbell. She had been watching Mo Liancheng get on the bus and then turned to leave. But she happened to meet song Yanshu's handsome face, "is he gone?"

Mu Qingqing looked up and down at Song Yanshu and said calmly, "I thought you were going to continue eating breakfast with me naked."

Song Yanshu smiles awkwardly. He has changed his clothes and dried his hair.

For the first time, in order to make Mu Qingqing's life more comfortable, servants and garden workers were invited. The villa finally had a lively atmosphere. However, the gardener who just went to work on the first day made a mess, which made Mu Qingqing unable to go to the film studio and made a lot of misunderstandings.

The gardener is an uncle in his fifties. Seeing that song Yanshu has changed his clothes, he comes over with a look of guilt. "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry just now. I'll pay for the dirty clothes and trousers!"

Song Yanshu's clothes and trousers are all limited edition of top customized brands. Even with the half month's salary of the gardener, it is not possible to pay for a button.

"No, it doesn't matter."

Song Yanshu's mood was inexplicably better. He was just a document left at home before he got on the plane. But somehow, he was drenched in mud by the gardener, and met Mo Liancheng by accident.

If it wasn't for the chaos caused by the gardener's uncle, Mu Qingqing would have been on the set early in the morning. She wanted to call, but she accidentally saw the newspaper delivered by the door. The whole person's expression was gloomy and cold, until Mo Liancheng knocked on the door.