Chapter 864

Steward Tang nodded. Before leaving, he took a cold look at Song Yanshu. There was a clear warning in his eyes. Song Yanshu understood that the old guy's words were for himself.

In retrospect, when Mu Qingqing said that she was Mrs. Mo, she looked very imposing. Song Yan Shu stands aside, heart is merciless one Lin. What is he doing, like a ridiculous clown, is not valued.

"I'll send you back first..." Song Yanshu suppressed the mood in the bottom of her heart and said with a light voice.

Mu Qingqing nodded and followed song Yanshu back to the apartment. Now I have nothing to do except wait for news. All the members of the Mohist family have gone out to look for Molian city. If there is any news, they will call themselves at the first time.

So now, there is nothing to do but wait at home.

Along the way, Mu Qingqing didn't speak. She always turned her head and looked out of the window. Under her calm face, she was irritable.

Song Yanshu drives, on the road countless times secretly aims at Mu Qingqing, lips open and close several times, but can not say a word of comfort.

They were silent and reached the door. If it was not for song Yanshu to stop Mu Qingqing, she would have been so dejected that she would have gone home without even calling.

Song Yanshu took the paper bag in his hand and handed it to Mu Qingqing, "your shoes."

"Oh, I almost forgot, and I'd like you to go there..." Mu Qingqing took the paper bag from Song Yanshu and turned back to open the door.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Song Yanshu called to Mu Qingqing, and the last trace of expectation in his eyes soon fell empty.

"Well?"

After thinking for a moment, Mu Qingqing said thanks with a bitter smile.

The last ray of light in Song Yanshu's eyes was extinguished. He sighed and told Mu Qingqing to have a good rest. Then he turned and walked into the house.

In the dark living room, only one lamp was still on. When song Yanshu closed the door, he leaned against the door without any strength. He slipped down and collapsed on the ground. From the beginning to the end, Mu Qingqing did not ask about her illness. Perhaps in her mind, she had already completely forgotten this matter, or herself.

At the thought of Mu Qingqing's anxious expression of remembering Mo Liancheng, song Yanshu's heart was gouged out and gouged out.

For two days, Molian city seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no news. Although Mohist elites who were personally trained by Mo Liancheng have tried their best to find out, there is still no clue.

Mu Qingqing was so anxious that she stood in front of the villa in Molian city and looked around anxiously. An hour and a half ago, Mu Qingqing received the news, and the person sent out found moliancheng. Now he is on his way home.

Steward Tang was worried, and he came out to see it more than once. He said anxiously, "young lady, you'd better come in and wait. It's very cold outside. Take care of it!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm here to breathe. You can go in..."

Mu Qingqing's mind is no longer here. Two people are talking, and a car stops at the gate of the villa. Mo Liancheng is still wearing the casual suit that he last appeared in the hospital, which is enough to show that he has not changed his clothes these two days.

In addition to some obvious tired face on his face, Mo Liancheng is still a natural and unrestrained Yiyi appearance, completely unable to see what this man has experienced in the past two days.

During these two days, Mu Qingqing fantasized about those terrible situations more than once. Until the moment when moliancheng stood in front of her intact, Mu Qingqing was a little excited.

She quickly stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Mo Liancheng and demanded in a sharp voice, "Mo Liancheng, where have you died these two days! Why don't you turn on your cell phone? Do you know someone is worried about it

Mo Liancheng is staring at Mu Qingqing. His eyes are clearly missing, but his mouth is still a knife that hurts people. "It's none of your business. What's your qualification? Get out of the way!"

"Stop for me Mu Qingqing was so angry that her brain was blank. Although she wanted to give this stubborn man a hard blow, she had better wake him up, but her reason finally stopped her impulse.

Mu Qingqing stops Mo Liancheng, but Mo Liancheng doesn't dare to look into Mu Qingqing's eyes.

"Oh, I am not qualified? No one in the world is more qualified than me to worry about you like this

"I tell you, since the day Xiaochi was born, our lives have been bound together. Do you think you can escape if you want to, Mo Liancheng, you coward, you can enjoy endless glory, but you can't face failure. "

"I thought you were a great man, but I didn't expect you to be so useless. You didn't even have the courage to face it. How can you let your son think about you when he grows up?" Mu Qingqing yelled, his voice had become mute.

Mo Liancheng some dejected, although the angular cheek is still full of noble spirit and cold pride, but the atmosphere is still gloomy."Since you intend to go down like this, I won't care about you any more!" In a fit of anger, Mu Qingqing plans to leave, but at this time, Mo Liancheng grabs Mu Qingqing's wrist.

"Cook some noodles for me..." the magnetic voice was always diffused in the humid air, enveloping Mu Qingqing. Even without exertion, he completely pulled Mu Qingqing back.

Seeing the young master coming back safely, Butler Tang was also relieved. As for other things, he knew that the young lady must have a way, so he went upstairs and did not disturb the two of them.

The kitchen is steaming with heat. Mo Liancheng relies on the door and stares at Mu Qingqing attentively. His eyes are not half free. No matter how resolute people are, it is difficult to be ruthless in the face of emotional matters.

Soon, a bowl of steaming soup noodles appeared on the table. Mu Qingqing handed the chopsticks to Mo Liancheng, and his palms were slightly sweating.

Mo Liancheng didn't say a word. He just ate noodles with his head down. Although the taste of that bowl of noodles was not very good, he ate all the noodles.

Mu Qingqing sat on the opposite chair, her eyes unconsciously fell on the mud covered shoes of moliancheng.

"Where did he go, what did he do..." muring in his heart, did not say a word. Because she clearly knows the personality of Mo Liancheng. If he doesn't want to say it, he can't ask for half a word.