Chapter 972

Song Yanshu's room was the same as last time, but there was little change. Mu Qingqing looked around, her eyes were still on the wardrobe, closed the door and walked over.

All the clothes in the wardrobe were neatly hung on the hangers, and they were carefully classified according to the color. Mu Qingqing looked around casually, took a sports coat that looked less formal, and replaced her own wet coat. Everything is simple and orderly. If it wasn't for mu Qingqing who accidentally dropped another dress, she would not have found something strange when she was tidying up.

When ordinary people see song Yanshu's wardrobe, they must think that he has a habit of cleanliness. A man's wardrobe is so neat that even obsessive-compulsive disorder feels comfortable. It's a little changed. Can be such a man neat as new corner of the wardrobe, even piled up a black plastic bag.

Probably out of curiosity, in short, Mu Qingqing opened the plastic bag in the corner that was incompatible with the environment. Mu Qingqing was surprised. It turned out that there was a pair of shoes. It was not why song Yanshu put the shoes into the wardrobe, but why song Yanshu put a pair of shoes full of mud into the wardrobe.

The soil is firmly adhered to the edge of the shoes, and it is completely dried up. As long as it is touched, it is an earth shaking goddess scattering flowers.

A pungent smell floated over, and Mu Qingqing could not help tightening her eyebrows. She quickly put the shoes away and stuffed them back into the closet as they had been.

"Song Qing shakes his head here, which is different from that of the other books. It's so neat. It's probably helped by servants.

Mu Qingqing didn't care, put everything away and went out of the room.

The shooting in Songzhai was over soon. The director said thanks to song Yanshu more than once. The nose of the media was very smart, and the crew was full of people. Song Yanshu had long been psychologically prepared to interview with the media, so he accepted it calmly.

Because of his identity, the reporter's questions are not too difficult, basically both sides are happy.

After the interview, song Yanshu stops Mu Qingqing. He wanted to have a dinner with Mu Qingqing, but he didn't expect that Mo Liancheng appeared at the wrong time.

"Liancheng, why are you here?" Mu Qingqing is a little surprised, because the cooperation between the Mohist group and MK has reached a critical stage, and moliancheng has almost devoted most of his energy to his work. In addition to asking the driver to pick up Mu Qingqing, Mo Liancheng has hardly shown his face.

Song Yanshu's eyes and Mo Liancheng intersection moment, become a bit gloomy, although the expression is still silent, but the heart has already turned into a disaster.

Seeing that Mo Liancheng even appeared in the song house, several reporters who had not left secretly took a few photos. Mo Liancheng took Mu Qingqing's hand and said with a light smile, "it's not normal to pick up my wife's work. What's strange about it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you today..."

"it doesn't matter." Song Yanshu keeps as natural as possible, but her smile is stiff on her face.

Looking at Mo Liancheng holding Mu Qingqing's hand gradually faded out of his sight, song Yanshu couldn't help but pinch his fist heart, and his eyes were cold.

The carriage was extremely quiet. Mu Qingqing opened her mouth first. She was a little excited and provocative, "cough, it's so sour. It seems that it came from some people..."

"when did you learn to speak so insinuate? It's not like your hard nature." Mo Liancheng said in a cold voice and taunted Mu Qingqing without leaving a hand.

"What are you talking about? Who's tough!" Mu Qingqing frowns and stares at Mo Liancheng fiercely.

Mo Liancheng grinned and looked at the front all the time. He said calmly, "the scandal fever of the film festival has not gone down, and the stock price of Mohist group has been implicated and fluctuated unsteadily. Now is the critical period of plan F. if I don't show up and let those reporters have topics to write about, who will maintain this balance? "

Mu Qingqing's face sank in an instant. She didn't know the intention of Mo Liancheng. But such a calm tone still made Mu Qingqing feel uncomfortable.

"It turns out that you're using me. It's all business and business. You're so cool!" Mu Qingqing's mouth was full of grievances.

As soon as the voice dropped, a sudden brake stopped. If it wasn't for the seat belt, Mu Qingqing felt that her body was about to spring out.

"What are you doing?"

With Mo Liancheng's overbearing kiss, the voice fell on Mu Qingqing's neck, and a row of light teeth marks also fell on Mu Qingqing's thin, white and smooth skin.

"Hiss... You belong to a dog!"

Mo Liancheng got up, cold eyes without a trace of temperature, but overbearing suffocation, "I did not deny, who said I am not jealous!"

Said, Mo Liancheng took Mu Qingqing's hand and pressed it on his chest, adding to his strength, "I can't stand it any longer. The original painkiller can't restrain my possessive desire to you. I admit that I'm selfish. Don't torture me any more!"Mu Qingqing's heart beat suddenly out of order. The sound of her heart beat was strong and powerful. Once, it was especially obvious in the quiet air.

Mu Qingqing looked at Mo Liancheng with a smile, and her mood suddenly turned cloudy and sunny. "You can't hold on at last. I think you have more skills!"

"Do you want to see what I can do?" Mo Liancheng evil smile, but hands become restless.

During the frolic, a black shadow slipped from Mu Qingqing's pocket onto the seat of the car. The remaining light of Mo Liancheng swept past, but was shocked.

"Where did you get this?" Mo Liancheng suddenly turned to the side of the body, picked up the things on the seat and questioned Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing answered, took the earrings from Mo Liancheng's hand and said calmly, "these are the earrings that fans gave to Yan Shu. He said that he had accidentally lost one of them. It was made by the fan himself, which has different meanings. As like as two peas, I just know some hand made studios, so I'm going to ask him if he can make a exact one.

"What's the matter, isn't it jealous?" Mu Qingqing looks at Mo Liancheng with a smile and says it half jokingly, but her voice is suddenly still on her solemn expression.

"What's the matter with you?" Mu Qingqing seemed to realize that something was wrong. Mo Liancheng suddenly stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.