Chapter 370

Mu Wanqing looks at Ye Yuchen with a smile and spits out playfully, "what's face? Is it delicious? "

Night Yu Chen some headache, he hangs head to knead to press eyebrow center.

Since Mu Wan poured into the night home, his parents and grandmothers regarded her as the apple of their eyes, and his status in the family plummeted.

"That's all. Let's talk."

Night imperial Chen can sigh, "grandma, you pay attention to the body, tired call servant to come, send you to rest."

Han Qiushui nodded. She waved her hand and drove out the night Yuchen, who was in the way. She thought that he had disturbed her chatting with her granddaughter-in-law.

"Look at this naughty boy. He's so thin skinned that I won't speak ill of him!" Han Qiushui is laughing and angry.

Mu Wanqing is also very happy. He is more and more envious that ye Yuchen has such a complete family. He also feels unprecedented warmth in this family

Unfortunately, she may not be able to be a part of it.

"Grandma, let me sing for you."

Mu Wanqing slightly astringed her eyes. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Han Qiushui. There was a light sadness floating in her eyes.

"That's very kind of you Han Qiushui suddenly turned into an old fan sister of Tian Hou Qingchen, "I also like your songs."

The famous singer is his own granddaughter-in-law, and she is also a big star, so Han Qiushui is not to mention how proud she is.

Mu late Qing powder lips gently.

When she cleared her voice, she began to sing some of her main songs to Han Qiushui. Her voice was sweet, and she was less charming in front of the old man, but she was still beautiful.

Many servants follow the sound and lie outside the glass room, listening secretly. However, the wall is transparent and has no blocking effect. It almost becomes a small concert.

"In the light and shadow, Shakespeare does not laugh and talk;

white paper and ink, the ancient royal family are passers-by.

She stroked the sword to kill her husband,

from then on, she went crazy and became a demon with ghosts. "

Mu Wanqing gently closed his eyes, sang his favorite song and enjoyed the rare warmth.

She sang several songs to Han Qiushui in a row, probably because of the special way of breathing when singing, she felt a little lack of oxygen, some dry hair in her throat, and a little hoarse.

But she felt that in addition to singing, it seems that nothing can repay Han Qiushui's love for her.

"There are still opportunities to listen to music."

Han Qiushui some distressed, give Mu late Qing handed a cup of tea, "drink tea run throat, we sing next time."

Mu Wanqing said with a smile, "OK."

She took the cup, the tea is still warm, she drooped a small sip, tasting the faint fragrance.

Muwan drank the tea, but he didn't feel any relief from his discomfort. On the contrary, his heart rate was still accelerating

Heart patients, in fact, should not drink tea.

But she didn't want to live up to Han Qiushui's enthusiasm, so she took the cup of tea and didn't put her down until she drank most of it.

"Cough..." Mu Wanqing coughed softly.

Han Qiushui patted her on the back, "is this choking?"

Mu Wan tilted his head, indicating that she was OK. Then he took out some paper towels and folded them to cover her lips.

"Cough..." She coughed violently again.

It's really like choking on tea, but instead of being red, it's a little white.

Han Qiushui is worried, "you child..."

Mu late Qing light frown tip of brow, just subconsciously feel that he may cough blood phlegm, holding a tissue hand slightly hard.

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