Chapter 857

"Er..."

Song Yanshu screamed and collapsed in his chair. He grabbed the injured hand with one hand, and looked miserable. The fork suddenly fell to the ground, a clear sound broke through the eardrum, and it was easy to retain Mu Qingqing.

"Yan Shu, what's wrong with you? What's the matter with your hand... "Although Mu Qingqing's heart followed Mo Liancheng to leave the restaurant, she is not a heartless person, and she will not leave song Yanshu, who is injured, to leave on her own.

Song Yanshu knew what Mu Qingqing was, so he didn't hesitate to hurt himself. He almost killed himself.

The blood vessels in the palm of the hand are punctured, and the blood is flowing continuously, which can not be stopped.

"I'm ok. I just feel dizzy and stand unsteadily. Who knows I accidentally pressed it on the fork."

With a pale smile on his face, song Yanshu pushed Mu Qingqing out and said with a strong forbearance, "I know what you mean. Go after Mo Liancheng, and he will leave later..."

"don't pay attention to me, I can handle it myself."

Mu Qingqing looked out of the window at Mo Lian Cheng, who was heading for the car. Finally, she turned her head and fell on Song Yanshu's wound and blamed the waiters standing on the side. "What are you doing here? Don't you hurry to get some clean towels and ice cubes, as well as high concentration of wine, preferably vodka!"

"Qing Qing, I don't care..." Song Yan Shu said lightly, but in the heart of evil smile.

What can make a man blackened, in addition to the overt and covert struggles in his career, is a woman. Feelings have never been rational. Even song Yanshu, who has always been willing to stand behind his back for so many years, has finally accumulated to the extent that it must break out. Too many things are accumulated together, which constantly oppress his nerves.

At some point in time, he finally couldn't hold on. Last time in the Mohist group accident, the Song family suddenly had a wrong hand, which was the beginning of song Yanshu's formal provocation of Mo Liancheng.

"Shut up. I'll wrap it up for you first. We'll go to the hospital."

Mu Qingqing frowned tightly, without a trace of unnecessary expression. Looking at such a serious Mu Qingqing, song Yanshu's heart flashed. If one third of this solemnity was due to worry about himself, maybe he would not be so miserable.

Outside the window came a roar of the engine. Mu Qingqing didn't look up. He also knew how hard the pedal of Mo Liancheng was. She seems not to be moved, but in fact, she is helping song Yanshu to deal with the wound. A burst of pain spread from the wound to song Yanshu's heart. He bit his teeth and didn't make a sound.

For two whole nights, Mu Qingqing had been up and down all night, tossing and turning.

That night's situation still kept appearing in my mind, like a movie, scene after scene of non-stop switching. If things like this used to make Mu Qingqing feel extremely relieved, now she turns around and looks at the lonely back of Molian city. For the first time, Mu Qingqing feels what is heartache.

"What about the son's name, I think it's Mo Tianchi?" Finally, on the third day, Mu Qingqing couldn't sit still. She first sent a message to moliancheng. They never had a chance to discuss the name of the child together. Seeing the children grow up day by day, we can't even put the first step of the certificate on the agenda.

Mu Qingqing is holding her mobile phone and pacing back and forth barefoot in the living room. She has never been so nervous, and her heart rate is almost more than expected.

In less than a minute, Mu Qingqing quickly added another one: "the sky is clear, the wild geese are far away, the sea is wide, and the sail is late.". In this poem, take the word "Tianchi". Do you agree? What if God gave us a late gift? "

The message was sent out quickly. In half a minute, the message appeared with the sign that the other party had read. But then, one minute, three minutes, ten minutes, or even an hour later, Mo Liancheng did not reply, which made Mu Qingqing worried. She could not even stay at home.

"Well, you Molian City, even the children are concerned about it!" Mu Qingqing complains to herself, but she also knows the cause of the matter, and she does not hesitate to go to Mo Liancheng to make it clear.

After settling down the children, Mu Qingqing left the apartment.

Just after settling down from Molian city and moving to a new address, Butler Tang secretly passed a message to Mu Qingqing. So mu Qingqing knows where Molian city lives now.

The new site is a villa area in the Southern District of Jiangcheng city. Although the houses here are far from the magnificent exaggeration of Donglin villa, they are also the places where superior people live. A two storey house with independent garage, plus a spacious courtyard and private swimming pool.

This is also the first time to refresh Mu Qingqing's new concept of "bankruptcy". It turns out that rich people are bankrupt in this way. They think that moliancheng is going to be in a state of "sleeping out and sleeping out". In comparison, he is more like a beggar.

Mi LAN came out from the bathroom on the first floor of the villa. Mo Liancheng sorted out the contract and handed it to MI LAN, "hard work, you have run several times. These are all the procedures and signatures!"Mi LAN wiped her hands, took the folder handed over by Molian City, and put it into her handbag. "This Aston Martin is a limited edition of special commemoration, and it's not a problem to give it to me..."

milandon stopped and said, "actually, I really owe you a lot. I'm really sorry. I don't know what to say, but thank you I'm willing to give me a chance to make up. I'm willing to do whatever I can for you. "

This kind of words, MI LAN has said countless times, those so-called regrets and regrets, Mo Liancheng according to the order, but Mi LAN seems to be the meaning of the unfinished, always endless hanging on the mouth.

With that, MI LAN handed the two cheques to Mo Liancheng from his pocket. "I can't use the money, so I'll give it back to you..."

Mo Liancheng took a look at the two cheques in MI Lan's hand without a trace, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "are you satirizing me?"

Mi Lan was startled and quickly waved her hand, "no, I don't mean that, just me..."

"ha ha ha..."

Mo Liancheng laughs and interrupts Mi LAN with a nervous face, "what's so nervous about? It's just a joke."

"I haven't reached the point where I need millions of dollars in emergency. I just don't want to sell cars in such a high profile. You know what I'm doing.

Don't worry. If you keep the money with you, you should keep it as an insurance for your brother. "