Chapter 1011

Mu Qingqing's body seems to be instantly broken down by a strong current, motionless and frozen in place. Her brain is almost blank in an instant. She has no reaction and does not speak. Let the ink Liancheng short embrace, gradually took away the body temperature, gradually disappeared in the stairway.

All night, Mo Liancheng always stood in front of the study window smoking, one after another, it seems that in addition to this way to vent, there is no form that can temporarily paralyze his painful nerves. A faint pain came from the heart. This time, Mo Liancheng did not take painkillers. He was trying to feel the pain.

Because compared with the physical torture, Mo Liancheng's mood is more painful. If you can use such a way to distract their attention, then Molian city has been enough to celebrate.

On the table in the living room, Mu Qingqing picks up a cigarette that half of moliancheng has put out and ignites it again. With the bitterness of tobacco, Mu Qingqing feels the residual temperature of moliancheng and his own flavor. This farewell, perhaps half a lifetime, looking out of the window at the dim night, Mu Qingqing kept praying, hoping that Mo Liancheng's operation would not make any mistakes.

The tar smell was like a needle stuck into Mu Qingqing's throat. She coughed suddenly, and the whole person squatted on the ground.

"What kind of smoke is this? It's so bitter..." murmuring in a low voice, he threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. She choked out tears and was in agony. Squat down / body with knees in both hands and head buried, as if trying to isolate from everything in this way.

It would be nice if the night could not be so long. Mu Qingqing stayed alone in the living room for a long time, until the clock in the morning sounded a knock, then Mu Qingqing walked back to the room.

After a sleepless night, Mu Qingqing cleaned up all the things left in Donglin villa. When she was packing up her things, Mu Qingqing realized that all her gifts were just a suitcase. Looking back on the past two years, because of hatred and selfishness, there is no less waste of time each other.

Now it seems that those painful moments in the past have become a pity.

In order not to run into Mo Liancheng and Tang housekeeper, Mu Qingqing chooses to leave early. She can't stand the difference. Even uncle Tang seems to have a deep friendship for a long time. She can't see other people's sad eyes and sigh with regret.

So at four o'clock in the morning, just as the sky was shining a little gray, Mu Qingqing left Donglin villa with her suitcase. Standing in the hall looking back at that moment, Mu Qingqing found that the original house is so big, so familiar, so warm.

In the heart to do a simple farewell, Mu Qingqing then pushed open the door, careful action at this moment seems a bit embarrassed.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

Mu Qingqing's body suddenly trembled, quickly returned to his senses and looked in the direction of the voice. The astonished eyes fell on the man opposite. Moliancheng was already waiting at the door. A well tailored casual suit is still the perfect golden ratio. Today, he seems to be a little formal.

Behind the black Bentley has not been extinguished, Mo Liancheng's face is a little pale, with a faint smile on his mouth.

Mu Qingqing looked up and down at Mo Liancheng in surprise. He always felt uneasy in his heart, "early, why did you... Come out so early...

Mo Liancheng opened the front passenger's door and made a gesture of invitation," get on, I'll see you off where you go. "

Mu Qingqing was slightly stunned. Then he laughed stiffly and said in a low voice, "no, I've already called a car."

While talking, an electric taxi with flashing lights stopped at the door of Donglin villa. The master put out his head and raised his voice, "is it the car that Miss Mu called?"

"It's me..." Mu Qingqing replied, some hastily planning to leave here quickly. Now to be able to see every minute and every second of Molian city makes her feel extremely miserable.

Before Mu Qingqing came forward, Mo Liancheng grabbed her suitcase and threw it directly into the trunk of black Bentley. Then he pulled out a stack of money from his wallet and threw it into the position of the co driver of the taxi.

Mo Liancheng bent down / body, patted the door, "no, you go back!"

Seeing the fare on the front passenger's seat, the master nodded excitedly, "good, good, I'll go right now..."

"moliancheng, what are you doing?" Mu Qingqing doesn't know what Mo Liancheng is going to do. Her heart is still touched. Her twinkles, movements and even a shallow breath make her intoxicated.

"It's hard to get another car at this time. It's better to be my car."

Seeing that Mu Qingqing frowned all the time and didn't want to get on the bus, Mo Liancheng said with a smile, "let me send you for the last time, can't you?"

In an instant, Mu Qingqing seemed to hear his heartbreaking voice. Finally, Mu Qingqing still failed to be ruthless and sat sideways into the co pilot's position.

The speed is not fast. At least it is the slowest time since Mu Qingqing took a car in moliancheng. Mu Qingqing is very clear about Mo Liancheng's mind. She didn't want to make the atmosphere more embarrassing."Xiaochi is staying with you for the time being. I'll send someone to pick him up in a few days. After all, the child is still young, and you are not in good health, so even if you go to court, the chance to award the mother is very high. "

Mo Liancheng looked straight in front of him without expression, and said calmly, "I don't intend to fight for custody with you, but before my operation, I want to stay with my son more. Before the operation, I will personally send him to your place..." Mu Qingqing subconsciously wanted to instruct Mo Liancheng's preoperative preparation and precautions, and finally suddenly realized that Her identity has been different, coupled with those things, she has more than once told Molian City, so still pressed into the heart.

The remaining light of Mo Liancheng passed through Mu Qingqing's cold face without a trace, and his heart couldn't help sinking.

Originally, it was only half an hour's drive, and it took 57 minutes for the city to drive. The car stopped at the door of a high-end apartment, and the street was still clean and quiet at five o'clock in the morning.

Take advantage of MuQing's right hand to get off the ring.

A series of movements were very neat. Mo Liancheng spread the ring on his palm, pretended to be OK, and said with a smile, "you forgot to pick it. It's not good for song Yanshu to see it. I don't think it will do you any good. I'll throw it away for you