As for the matter of Molian City, Zhong Lin and Bai Xiaoxi have learned that although it is like a bolt from the blue to Zhong Lin, it is still necessary to face the reality.
"Ah? Are all Irish marriages fake? " Bai Xiaoxi seems to have just heard about this. When she was in a coma, she didn't know that so many things had happened.
Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and said helplessly, "he should not accept me now. I have proposed to get married, and I have asked a lawyer to draw up a marriage agreement for him to sign, but in the end..."
Mu Qingqing did not go on. About moliancheng, it was the most painful wound in her heart.
At this time, you took out a photo of Zhong Qing and said, "is this a phone call for you?"
Mu Qingqing frowned and took the mobile phone from Zhong Lin's hand. There was a crumpled piece of paper on the screen. Looking at it carefully, it looked like the paper that had been torn into pieces was pasted again. When you zoom in, Mu Qingqing's heart is awe inspiring. Isn't this the marriage agreement that was torn up by moliancheng that day?
She still clearly remember that day, although Molian city signed, it tore up the contract and threw it into the garbage can. Mu Qingqing naturally understood the intention of Mo Liancheng. Although he was very uncomfortable, he could only respect his decision.
"Yes, this is it." Looking at the pictures on the screen, Mu Qingqing's heart is torn by the pain. It seems that day after he turned to leave the study, moliancheng a person in the trash can looking for the marriage agreement, the picture is very clear in front of you.
"I guess so. Mr. Mo asked me to take it back and put it in the safe in his study. I think Mr. Mo, in fact, wants to marry you, but he can't bear to take you as his own at this time, so he wants to push you away all the time. " Zhong Lin said, some choked.
"I don't care about this at all, because I'm sure Liancheng can find the right match!" When Mu Qingqing said this, her eyes were a little fierce. It doesn't matter if you really believe it. At least Zhong Lin and Bai Xiaoxi, looking at Mu Qingqing like this, feel a little distressed.
For a moment, Bai Xiaoxi picked up Mu Qingqing's hand and said with shining eyes, "sister Qingqing, do you really want to marry Mr. Mo?"
"What are you going to do?" Zhong Lin is a little uneasy, and seems to be aware of a trace of something wrong.
Mu Qingqing moved her eyes from the dazed Zhong Lin to the white brook. She nodded curiously, "of course, why do you ask?"
Bai Xiaoxi blinked at Zhonglin, swept the atmosphere of spring and autumn, and said with a smile, "Zhonglin, do you believe that ink will recover?"
Zhong Lin did not know why, but still in his heart a burst of enthusiasm, nodded firmly and said, "of course, he is mo Liancheng. How can he be knocked down by such a thing?"
"That's fine. I believe what my sister believes."
Bai Xiaoxi looked proud and upright, straightened his neck and said, "since we all believe that Mo will be OK. Since he will be OK, elder sister, you can rest assured to marry him. I will take care of you if there is anything wrong with you."
Bai Xiaoxi patted her chest firmly, as if what Mu Qingqing was going to do was to kill the enemy in the battlefield. Who would associate it with a good marriage. It is Bai Xiaoxi who knows Mu Qingqing, so this seemingly illogical persuasion is like pushing Mu Qingqing into the fire pit. But only the party concerned knows how painful Bai Xiaoxi is.
The conversation of three people standing in the lounge is more like an oath. Although everyone has vowed to believe, but never had such a heart anxiety.
Mu Qingqing sighed, "but even if I want to get married, even the city won't agree. I know his temperament best...
Bai Xiaoxi takes Mu Qingqing's hand and smiles wickedly," so, we let him not refuse! "
"What do you mean?" Mu Qingqing and Zhong Lin almost agreed, and their eyes fell on the white brook.
"I've heard that it's not the annual film festival red carpet show in a few days. I also know that moliancheng is the investor of your film. So, sister Qingqing, you have to walk along the red carpet with Mr. mo. when the time comes, people from all over the world will watch... "Bai Xiaoxi said, picking her eyebrows at Mu Qingqing.
Zhong Lin took a breath and looked at Bai Xiaoxi in dismay. "You should not be... Should not be..."
Bai Xiaoxi nodded and said firmly, "yes, I just want sister Qingqing to propose to moliancheng when she interviewed on the red carpet!"
"Are you crazy? You dare to think about it!" Zhong Lin thinks that Bai Xiaoxi must be crazy. It's embarrassing for a woman to propose to a man. If you know it, you'll know. What do you think of Mu Qingqing.
"What's the matter? Why do you care about other people's eyes? Besides, sister Qingqing and Mr. Mo have long been recognized as a couple. You see, people on the set call Qingqing Mrs. Mo, so you know! It's just a ceremony. What do you mean! In the face of so many cameras and reporters, moliancheng will not lose face on the spot. This is a marriage"But..."
Zhong Lin's worries were almost all from Mu Qingqing's point of view. This time, Mu Qingqing interrupted the debate between Bai Xiaoxi and Zhong Lin, and a few minutes of silence seemed to have given her an answer.
"Well, that's it!" Mu Qingqing now completely forgets that she went with song Yanshu to choose a dress yesterday. Her mind is full of scenes related to Molian city. This marriage, she is determined to marry.
Mu Qingqing knows that the more this time, the more she should be with Mo Liancheng and give him strength.
"This matter you must keep secret, can't let Liancheng know, director there Zhong Lin you go to arrange!" Mu Qingqing ordered that, at the thought of the red carpet that day, Mu Qingqing's heart had begun to tense up.
Zhong Lin nodded. He knew that if he put pressure on the producers in the name of moliancheng investor, the red carpet would be arranged easily. I just don't know what the reaction of Molian city will be.
"No matter, die or die!" Zhong Lin secretly made a decision in his heart. This time, he decided to stand by Mu Qingqing.
A figure flashed through the door of the rest room. Before Zhonglin and Bai Xiaoxi left, they hid in the corridor next to the rest room. The conversation between them just fell into his ears.