Chapter 1009

"Young master, there are a large number of reporters outside the set. Do you want me to find someone to clear the scene?" Song Yanshu's driver is standing in the acting room of the studio, a face of cramped advice.

The situation outside was too chaotic. Almost all the media in Jiangcheng were out, and the studio was surrounded by water. Even the props car that had just arrived at the gate of the film factory had been tardy for half an hour and still could not drive in. The director sat in front of the monitor to watch the film. The producer and field assistant were busy, but they couldn't think of any solution.

"No, if the producers have a way, let them solve it. When did the Song family become free voluntary workers?" Song Yan Shu's expression appears a little indifferent, the tone is leisurely.

The driver nodded and immediately understood what song Yanshu meant.

Song Yanshu is sitting on the sofa in the lounge with her long legs overlapping, which makes her look careless. His eyes originally stayed in the news page on the tablet computer, but when Mu Qingqing pushed the door and entered, he instantly switched to the script.

"I have something to ask you!" When Mu Qingqing's voice just fell, her eyes deliberately swept over the Song family driver standing behind her.

Song Yanshu waved her hand, and her lips were slightly open. "You go out first..."

as soon as the door was closed, Mu Qingqing could not wait to go to song Yan's writing, with a dignified look. "Should you give me an explanation? There are all reporters outside. What's going on?"

Song Yanshu put the script aside and got up slowly, "is that right? Are there many reporters out there? It seems that we have done a good job in film promotion. Now producer Lin will be happy. "

Mu Qingqing's eyebrows tightened. She stopped before Song Yan's writing, staring into his eyes, and asked, "don't you pretend to be stupid. The news this morning is so noisy that you don't know?"

"Song Yanshu, you promised me that we would keep our marriage secret for the time being. Why do those journalists know that?" As soon as Mu Qingqing's voice fell, there was a loud noise at the door. Mo Liancheng stood at the door with a face of consternation. The cup in his hand fell to the ground and was in a mess.

Mu Qingqing turned back. At the moment of seeing Molian City, Mu Qingqing felt a grim heart and felt that the light of the whole world was dim.

"Liancheng..." murmured murmuring in a low voice. Mo Liancheng's expression gradually changed from warm to gloomy. He didn't say a word more, but suddenly turned away.

"Liancheng, Liancheng..." Mu Qingqing's mood became a little excited. She didn't know how to explain all this, but she didn't care so much. Mu Qingqing just wanted to chase out.

Song Yanshu took Mu Qingqing's hand and added strength, "don't chase after him. You have made a choice. If you give him comfort, you will only make Mo Liancheng more difficult. Sooner or later, he will have to face it."

"Let me go, let go..." Mu Qingqing cried, but song Yanshu refused to let go, and pulled her into his arms. Mu Qingqing's strength is not enough, so she can only let her back disappear in her sight, and her whole heart is occupied by the unbearable pain.

"Calm down. I'll be with you from now on. No matter what kind of life you want to live, I can give it to you. As long as you stay by my side, moliancheng will survive this disaster peacefully. " Song Yanshu hugs Mu Qingqing, who is shaking all over, and whispers.

It doesn't matter whether Mu Qingqing heard what song Yanshu said. Her mood has collapsed, and finally the last line of defense is defeated. In the heart is uncomfortable like being used by a rusty knife, cut one by one, that kind of long and terrifying feeling, just really makes people suffocate.

"Why do you want to do this? I have promised you. Why do you want to force me? What do you want to do?" Mu Qingqing hysterically pushes song Yanshu away. Song Yanshu fiercely bumps into the wardrobe behind her, and her eyebrows are tight.

"It's not me. The news has nothing to do with me. Please believe me!" Song Yan Shu's voice is low, light said.

Mu Qingqing doesn't believe this man any more. He doesn't believe what he says or does.

"If anything goes wrong with the operation, I won't forgive you!" Mu Qingqing put down a word and left the rest room with him. Song Yanshu failed to keep Mu Qingqing's steps, but he felt depressed because of Mu Qingqing's sensitivity to moliancheng.

Looking at the back of Mu Qingqing's decision to leave, song Yanshu's face suddenly became a lot gloomy. He called Uncle an, and his tone was grim and incomparable. "Let me find out who made this matter!"

"Yes, young master!" Without song Yan Shu's explanation, uncle an already knew what he was referring to.

Obviously, this matter has nothing to do with song Yanshu. Even he doesn't know who exposed the affair between him and Mu Qingqing. However, from the content of the news, it seems that the people behind it do not know all the facts. It's just that song Yanshu is a person who doesn't rub sand in his eyes. It's a matter of no concern. It's also necessary to find out clearly. What's more, Mu Qingqing is annoyed by the news.After a disguise, Mu Qingqing secretly left from the back door of the studio. If it was anything in the past, she could face it calmly. Only in this case, she could not stand in front of reporters and tell them the truth. Therefore, there was no way for mu Qingqing to escape.

This kind of feeling lets her begin to hate oneself gradually, when before that calm Mu Qing Qing unexpectedly became this appearance.

It's hard to avoid the reporter and return to the Donglin villa when the night has come, pulling down the saturation of the sky. Mu Qingqing stood at the door and hesitated for a long time. She imagined what kind of posture she should take when she saw Molian city again.

The servants all went back to their rooms to rest. Even the Chamberlain Tang was not seen. They were probably sent to rest by Molian city. The huge living room is full of overcast gray atmosphere, even the lights are not turned on. Mu Qingqing stood beside the sofa, her eyes fell to the back of Mo Liancheng, but she couldn't help but feel fierce.

The curling smoke rose slowly from the back of the dark figure and gradually dispersed. Mu Qingqing coughed softly. Her eyes fell on the crystal ashtray beside her, and the full cigarette butts almost overflowed. The living room was filled with a faint smell of tar, and Mu Qingqing not only frowned.

She just wanted to remind Mo Liancheng, the doctor told him to smoke less, but the words to the mouth or swallow back.