After the hidden marriage day, she sprinkled sugar again

Chapter 338 Grandma, let me sing to you
Mu Wanqing looked at Ye Yuchen with a smile, and stuck out her tongue playfully, "What is face? Is it delicious?"

Ye Yuchen had a headache, he lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows.

Ever since Mu Wanqing entered the Ye family, his parents and grandma loved her as if they were the apple of their eye, and his status in the family plummeted.

"Forget it, let's talk."

Ye Yuchen sighed, "Grandma, pay attention to your health, and call your servant to take you to rest when you are tired."

Han Qiushui nodded, she waved her hand, and then drove out Ye Yuchen, who was in the way, thinking that he disturbed her chatting with her granddaughter-in-law.

"Look at this brat, he has a thin skin and won't let me speak ill of him!" Han Qiushui blamed with a smile.

Mu Wanqing also laughed happily, and became more and more envious of Ye Yuchen having such a complete family, and also felt unprecedented warmth in this family...

It's a pity that she may not be able to be a part of it.

"Grandma, let me sing to you."

Mu Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at Han Qiushui, with a layer of sadness floating in her eyes.

"That's great!" Han Qiushui suddenly turned into the old fan girl of Tianhou Qingchen again, "I also like your songs."

Han Qiushui couldn't be more proud that the famous singer was his granddaughter-in-law, and she was also a queen.

Mu Wan tilted her pink lips lightly.

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

Many servants came over following the sound, lying on the outside of the glass room and listening secretly. However, the transparent wall did not have any blocking effect, and it almost turned into a small concert.

"Between the lamp and the shadow, Shakespeare doesn't joke and say;

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

She caresses the shadow of the sword and kills the king as her husband,
Since then, madness and ghosts have become demons together..."

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes gently, singing her favorite song, enjoying this rare warmth.

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

But she felt that apart from singing, there seemed to be nothing else that could repay Han Qiushui's love for her.

"There are still opportunities to listen to music."

Han Qiushui felt a little distressed, and offered Mu Wan a cup of tea, "Drink some tea to moisten your throat, and we will sing next time."

Mu Wanqing smiled and said, "Okay."

She took the teacup, the tea was still warm, she lowered her head and took a sip, savoring the faint fragrance in it.

Mu Wan sipped the tea, not only did she not feel any relief from the discomfort in her body, but her heart rate was still accelerating...

People with heart disease should not drink tea.

But she didn't want to disappoint 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 lightly.

Han Qiushui patted her on the back, "Are you choking?"

Mu Wanqing shook her head, indicating that she was fine, then took out a few tissues and folded them to cover her lips.

"Cough cough cough..." She coughed violently again.

It really looked like he had choked on tea, but his face was not flushed, but rather pale.

Han Qiushui was anxious, "You child..."

Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, but she subconsciously felt that she might be coughing up blood and sputum again, so she exerted a little force on the hand holding the tissue.

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