Mu Qingxuan's awkward and stiff smile at the press conference, and now sitting in the car, her face is dark. Mo Yanrui's observation ability is so strong, and she has captured her low mood. But for a moment, I don't know where to ask.

Mu Qingxuan turns her head and looks out of the window at the busy street and the endless crowd. She just doesn't look at Mo Yanrui's face.

But Mo Yanrui can't bear it any more. He really loves Mu Qingxuan, who is so low. Seeing her so low, his heart is like a knife, and he feels a kind of heartbreaking pain.

He asked in a soft voice, "what's the matter with you, Mu Qingxuan? Do you feel sick or not He tried his best to make his words gentle. He carefully cared for the woman he regarded as a treasure.

But mu Qingxuan is still silent. She keeps staring out of the window. She doesn't even look at him. She doesn't give him a single look, as if she didn't hear what he said.

"Mu Qingxuan, what's wrong with you? You can say, don't hold it in your heart. I'm worried, and I'm even more distressed." He said it with deep feeling, frowning and melancholy. His heart was also very anxious. Mu Qingxuan didn't speak, so his heart was very anxious.

However, Mu Qingxuan still has a cold face. Her eyebrows are locked and her eyes are slightly closed. Her long eyelashes are lying on her eyelids.

Mo Yanrui is worried. He doesn't know what happened to Mu Qingxuan. Now he closes his eyes. His heart is full of anxiety and uneasiness. He put a hand carefully on Mu Qingxuan's white forehead, thinking whether Mu Qingxuan had a headache and a fever.

But before he put his hand on it, Mu Qingxuan stopped it in mid air. Mu Qingxuan coldly shook Mo Yanrui's hand away with his hand, which was fierce and fast.

"You -"

Mo Yanrui is silly. What's the matter with Mu Qingxuan? With such anger, he looks at her in amazement.

"Get your hands off me." Mu Qingxuan's mouth only coldly spits out these words. Her brow is locked. She looks worried and worried. It makes people feel sad.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Yanrui's voice is no longer so soft, words mixed with some questions, a face at a loss, deep eyes blurred and lax.

After a long time, Mu Qingxuan opened her mouth and asked coldly, "what do you mean?" His face was gloomy and his sharp eyes looked at Mo Yanrui.

"What do you mean?" Mo Yanrui was confused by her, confused, flustered asked.

Mu Qingxuan gave a soft Tut and said coldly, "what do you mean when you announce our feelings again at the press conference? Do you understand? " Her sharp words, sharp eyes, cold expression.

But her questions are like a sharp blade, which pierces Mo Yanrui's broken heart. Mo Yanrui forbeared the pain in his heart and said faintly: "I just want to let all people know, let them know that you exist, and I also want you to accompany me all the time." He said affectionately.

Mu Qingxuan sighed helplessly, frowned and said helplessly: "but I don't like this. I don't like to let them know. Do you know, I hope to keep a low profile. I'd rather they don't know my existence."

"But I think, I want to give you a place. I want everyone to know that Mu Qingxuan is my woman. She was, is and will always be, you know?" Mo Yanrui said meaningfully.

Looking at her affectionately, he hesitated and said affectionately, "Mu Qingxuan, I love you."

After hearing this sentence, Mu Qingxuan's clear eyes were staring at Mo Yanrui's eyes for a moment. Her eyes were still shining with stars. This is a pair of eyes that can speak. Mo Yanrui also understands her eyes.

In Mo Yanrui's eyes, her every smile is beautiful. This time is no exception. He stops the car and gently kisses Mu Qingxuan's face in his hands.

After a long time, Mu Qingxuan still expressed her unhappiness: "Mo Yanrui, if you do this, I am worried that it will bring me a lot of trouble, and now I am not very clear what I think in my heart." She lowered her head and muttered in a low voice.

this is not Tucao, this is a trust for Mo Yan, she believed him, so he make complaints about his real thoughts.

"I'm sorry." Mo Yanrui's sad apology is just like a child who has done something wrong. His innocent eyes can melt people's heart.

"Well, forget it. Since you've said it, let's do it now." Mu Qingxuan sighed, said magnanimously, and finally gave a gentle smile. The angel like introduction appeared on her white face again. She holds Mo Yanrui's hand and looks at him affectionately.

In her heart, she thought that Mo Yanrui, a man, thinks about everything for himself and for mu Qingxuan's good. She saw all these things in her eyes, but why can't she be more magnanimous? Why should he question him so sharply and hurt his heart? He really has a lot of pain, but there is no place to complain about it It's a matter of time.Mo Yanrui nodded slightly, let her nestle in his arms.

Two hands holding hands, happy and sweet back home, just opened the door, saw a villain gallop over, mouth shouting: "Dad, Mommy, you finally come back." Clear and sweet children's voice.

Mu Qingxuan chuckled and said, "why hasn't Xiao Chen slept yet?"

"Xiaochen wants to wait for mom and dad. Xiaochen wants to eat the supper made by mom."

Xiaochen blinked his big watery eyes, and the clear eyes made it impossible to refuse.

"It's so late that I have to have supper." Mo Yanrui picked up his son and asked with a smile.

Xiaochen Du mouth, unhappy said: "Dad and Mommy eat delicious outside, do not take Xiaochen together, now Xiaochen want to eat supper, dad is so mean, Xiaochen no longer like you." Then he pretended to be angry and shook his head.

"My little Chen baby, what would you like to eat?" Mu Qingxuan asked with a smile.

Xiaochen a smile, eyes into a curved crescent, beautiful and lovely, without thinking directly blurted out: "Xiaochen want to eat hamburgers, Xiaochen like to eat hamburgers."

"Well, let's order take out and get a big table of hamburgers." Mu Qingxuan teases him, and his family is happy.