Chapter 961

Let the cold wind keep lifting Mu Qingqing's fine hair in front of her forehead. The mist in her eyes has not disappeared. She can't help but shiver.

An hour has passed. I'm afraid moliancheng will not come today. When Mu Qingqing was in a loss, a warm feeling suddenly rose from her body. A broad shouldered suit coat was draped on her shoulder. With a touch of tobacco mint flavor, faintly floated over.

A paper bag containing food falls in front of Mu Qingqing. Her mood is like the fierce sunshine after the rain, which instantly dispels most of the haze. It seems that all the grievances of that moment are no longer important.

"You're here..." as soon as Mu Qingqing turned back, her smile froze on her lips, as if the cold of the whole world was once again on her heart. It was extremely hard.

It is still beautiful and feminine facial features, but compared with Mo Liancheng, it is less heroic.

"How is it you?" In her heart, Mu Qingqing secretly blamed herself for making a mistake about such a familiar flavor. The mint fragrance with a bitter taste is not the exclusive flavor of moliancheng, but the flavor of song Yanshu. In that film festival, the taste of being around you all the time.

Song Yanshu put his coat on Mu Qingqing's shoulder and sat down by the Bank of the river. In the distance of less than half a hand from Mu Qingqing, "you don't seem to want to see me very much. Are you waiting for someone?"

Song Yanshu asked knowingly, pretending to be innocent. He sighed, "am I bothering you? If it's not convenient, I'll first..."

Mu Qingqing sighed. He had no reason to reach out to smile, not to mention the people who care about themselves, "forget it, nothing."

It's almost early morning. It seems that Molian city will not come. But mu Qingqing is still in a hot head for a while, mention interest, ask song Yan Shu to borrow the phone. But just in the middle of inputting the number of Mo Liancheng on the screen, Mu Qingqing suddenly remembered that what was beside him was not others, but song Yanshu.

As a result, Mu Qingqing gave up his stupid idea and returned the phone to song Yanshu.

"What's the matter?" Song Yanshu was at a loss, still holding his hand firmly, not knowing the situation.

Mu Qingqing shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a slightly melancholy tone, "Oh, I'll see the time..."

Song Yanshu's eyes crossed Mu Qingqing's wrist watch, answered casually, and put the phone into his pocket.

When Mu Qingqing was about to return his coat to song Yanshu, he was stopped by song Yanshu. His attitude was very firm and determined to ask Mu Qingqing to wear it. "It's very cold. Don't catch a cold!"

Other people's kindness to themselves is not reasonable, but if they refuse again and again, it seems that they don't understand the general situation. Mu Qingqing obediently accepts song Yanshu's care. In addition, Mu Qingqing is really cold.

"I looked for you everywhere, and your phone couldn't get through. I was a little worried, so I drove around the street for a few times, but I didn't expect to see your car at the corner of the street."

Song Yanshu said, but where is he in the street around a few circles so simple, from Song Yanshu to get rid of that curly girl, he has been in the street for a full hour and a half. It is not easy to find Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing remembered that her mobile phone had already run out of electricity, because her mood was still depressed, so she said casually, "what can I do for you?"

While talking, song Yanshu has taken out the box in the food bag. Inside the transparent package of acrylic, there is a delicate and lovely strawberry cake, which is the famous sweet of Jiangcheng's lady. Mu Qingqing knew that she was greedy last time, but after a long queue, she still failed to buy her favorite cake in this house.

"I said that the troupe would hold a celebration dinner in the evening. I saw that you left in a hurry without even calling. I was worried. I think you haven't eaten anything since you made up your hair in the afternoon

With that, song Yanshu handed the fork to Mu Qingqing and carefully opened the cake box. "It's too late. There's nothing to buy. I happened to pass by the cake shop, thinking that if I can find you later, you'll have a good luck! If you don't find you, you can only get a cheap song house backyard fortune. However, it seems that you are still very lucky, ha ha...

Song Yanshu is joking, and the atmosphere is a little relaxed. Mu Qingqing was made to laugh. It was just a bitter smile. She had not been dripping water for more than eight hours. If this piece of cake was not in front of her eyes, Mu Qingqing really did not know that she was really hungry.

It's funny that when Mu Qingqing is eating the cake one by one, she remembers that she and moliancheng ate fried pig intestines here half a year ago. Memories of a picture that can make people laugh, this is one of them, very interesting, very happy.

"I'm sorry, Qing Qing..." Song Yanshu suddenly opened his mouth, feeling a little depressed.

Mu Qingqing sipped the cream on her lips and turned her head to look at Song Yanshu. She wondered, "why suddenly apologize?"

Song Yanshu's expression was a little sudden. After a moment's breath, he slowly opened his mouth and mentioned the matter about today's red carpet. "In fact, I don't have any other meaning today. I just feel that the atmosphere should be better, so I just..."It's just walking along the red carpet hand in hand. It's nothing. After all, Mu Qingqing didn't know about it in advance. In this way, even if Mu Qingqing was really upset, he would soon calm down.

"You suddenly fell down. I actually saw that there were unscrupulous media intending to take pictures, so I picked you up in a hurry. You won't blame me for this?" Song Yanshu showed a sincere look, as for whether there is a unscrupulous media secretly shot, it is not known.

Mu Qingqing was suddenly enlightened. Her calm eyes were filled with waves. "So it is. I thought..."

the voice stopped suddenly. Song Yanshu opened his eyes and said, "what do you think?"

Mu Qingqing felt a little embarrassed. He put the cake into his mouth and shook his head vaguely. "Nothing, I think too much..."

the shadow near the river bank is a large shade of trees. A man with a cap in his cap stands behind Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu. He neither takes pictures nor does anything else. He just observes for a while and then slowly turns around Leave.

Everything seems so quiet, the man turned away, no one found.