Chapter 774

Song Yanshu's face was full of smile. When he saw what was in Mu Qingqing's hand, he suddenly sank. Instead of reaching out to take it, he looked at Mu Qingqing with a pair of dark eyes and obvious anger, "this is What do you mean

Mu Qingqing's eyebrows and eyes drooped, and did not dare to look at his eyes. He could only say with a cold and merciless voice, "this is what belongs to you. Return it to its original owner."

Song Yanshu's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He didn't understand, "but this is a gift I gave you. Don't feel burdened. It doesn't mean anything else. It's just a memorial."

Although song Yanshu felt the pain of pulling his heart when he said this, in order not to let Mu Qingqing have any psychological pressure, he still lightly mentioned his mind. This chopsticks stand, a symbol of their own youth, is also the only sustenance, and all related to the woman in front of her.

"But I think it's very burdensome. Although my name is engraved on it, it's a memorial for you. It belongs to your memory. It's not really about me. I can't afford your youth and your spiritual sustenance, so you take it away and I don't want it. " Mu Qingqing deliberately shows indifference. This time, she must push this man away mercilessly, so as not to let him sink deeper and deeper.

Song Yanshu's fake relaxed smile gradually stiffens. Looking at Mu Qingqing's resolute eyes, he can't help but feel fierce. He thought that Mu Qingqing rarely took the initiative to find himself, which was a good start, but he didn't expect that this trip seemed to mean the end. Therefore, at this moment, song Yanshu even began to regret that if he had just driven slower, he would have been able to come a little later in the departure.

"If you don't want it, just throw it away. I won't take back what I gave you!" This simple answer does not only mean that this small pottery, but also represents song Yanshu's love for mu Qingqing. Once given, it is absolutely impossible to get it back.

"Well, that's what you said!" Naturally, Mu Qingqing also understood the meaning of song Yanshu, but this time she also purposefully refused, so she set her own attitude in the early morning without any soft hearted.

With that, Mu Qingqing threw the pottery in her hand to the corner of the wall not far away. Her strength was not light. The chopsticks rack was thrown on the wall and then bounced to the ground. It fell into an irregular shape and broke into pieces. In this narrow and quiet lane, it was the same as the sound of heartbreak.

Song Yanshu glared round his eyes and looked at the broken chopsticks rack on the ground. The small object bearing his emotional sustenance from small to large was so severely discarded by his beloved woman. He trampled on his heart in front of his own face, without a trace of affection and space.

"You..." Song Yanshu's words were frozen in his lips. He didn't expect Mu Qingqing to be so heartless, so the whole person was at a loss.

"I always deal with garbage like this. Since you don't want it, I don't think so." Mu Qingqing said expressionless, but the palm of his hand had already oozed a layer of sweat.

"Rubbish? You say that's rubbish? " Song Yanshu felt incredible, his heart suddenly out of order, and his face was extremely cold. Although it was just a small ceramic work with poor craftsmanship, it was of great significance to song Yanshu, and the significance of it was very clear to Mu Qingqing.

It is because of this that song Yanshu feels incredible about Mu Qingqing's attitude, which is not like her.

Mu Qingqing's expression was cold, and her vermilion thin lips closed one by one, but every word was like a sharp knife point, which stuck in Song Yanshu's heart. "For me, the useless thing is rubbish. We still don't want to meet again. In fact, you have no use at all."

"What do you mean?" Song Yan Shu's heart is bleeding, but he still pretends to be calm. The palm of his hand was tightly clenched, and his nails had sunk into the flesh of his hand, but the pain made him feel no sense.

Mu Qingqing shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be indifferent and said, "originally I just wanted to use your spirit and ink to connect with the city, but now I don't need to. So naturally, we have no reason to meet. Those media will hold on, and those rumors with you make me very troubled, so please don't come to me in the future. I appreciate your help during this time. That's all. "

"I think you can understand what I mean when I say that. I didn't want to say absolutely, but you don't seem to understand. I just want to live a quiet life. I want you to know that the reason why you and I are impossible has nothing to do with whether I divorced moliancheng or not. Even if I can divorce moliancheng, it doesn't mean I will choose you. "

Mu Qingqing's face was gloomy and her eyes were so deep that people could hardly see through her eyes. She turned and handed a plastic bag to song Yanshu, which made a jingling sound of porcelain crashing. "Don't do this kind of superfluous thing in the future. Someone found it and gave it to me. Maybe it's because there is a name on the surface, so it's better to leave it to you to deal with it Reporters with ulterior motives see that it's not good to make another scandal. "

With that, Mu Qingqing pushed the plastic bag into song Yanshu's arms and turned into the coffee shop.

In the empty alley, only song Yanshu's heartbeat was left. His breathing was very slow, almost like death, without any sign of life.As like as two peas, he did not need to open the plastic bag. He knew that the last time he had intended to give Mu Qingqing a pair of cups as a gift, he deliberately made the same pair of cups as the broken cup of the ink city, and even the crooked traces on the cup were deliberately imitating.

But he didn't give the cup to Mu Qingqing that day because he saw the original thing glued again on the shelf, which was extremely dazzling and placed in the most prominent position on the shelf.

At that moment, song Yanshu was a little lost. Even the broken cup, Mu Qingqing, cherished it so much. No matter how hard he tried to do it, he could not compare with everything that had already appeared. Therefore, song Yanshu threw the cup in the dustbin at the door of the coffee shop, but he didn't expect that it was still in Mu Qingqing's hands.

Looking at a pair of cups in his hand, song Yanshu felt extremely dazzling, but this time he did not throw them away, but took them back to the car. It seems that only in this way can he always remind himself that it is time to take heart.

Mu Qingqing was in a low mood, but in a flash, she felt relieved as if she had accomplished a great event. If she could make song Yanshu the master of the house, it would be worth it.