Wealthy family pet: refusing to marry a black-bellied president

Chapter 262 Weiwei, I Only Have You
"You haven't left yet..." Feng Weiwei licked her dry lips and said hoarsely.

Han Muqing turned to look at her: "Are you sober?"

Being asked this, Feng Weiwei felt a little embarrassed, she nodded: "Well..."

"Let's go downstairs to eat." Han Muqing said, turned off the TV, and stood up from the sofa.

"Take me to wash your face."

Feng Weiwei just slept for a long time, and she is still not sober, probably because the alcohol has not passed.

She returned to the room, went into the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and at the same time made her consciousness much clearer.

In fact, Feng Weiwei was not very hungry, and she simply ate a little after going to the restaurant.

"Are you really not going back?" Feng Weiwei asked, if she was really allowed to be alone with Han Muqing tonight, she thought she might not be able to sleep.

"Don't go back." Han Muqing paused for a moment with the hand that was cutting the steak, then raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were indifferent, "Why, do you really want me to go back?"

Feng Weiwei didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Fortunately, Han Muqing didn't force her to ask any questions, but after looking at her for a while, he lowered his head and continued eating.

Feng Weiwei sighed softly in a place where he could not see, with a look of annoyance floating on her face.

Why did she feel that she didn't know what to do in front of Han Muqing?

She has become very reserved, which is not like her before.

After Feng Weiwei took a deep breath in her heart for a long time, she suppressed the tension in her heart.

Anyway, it's not that she has never been alone with Han Muqing, so what is she afraid of?

Thinking this way, Feng Weiwei made herself behave the same as before.

After finally waiting for Han Muqing to finish eating, she wanted to go back to her room, but Han Muqing insisted on dragging her to the open-air cafe on the top floor to watch the stars.

Feng Weiwei had no choice but to follow him.

In fact, even if she didn't go, there was nothing she could do. Anyway, Han Muqing had a way to drag her along.

Originally, when Han Muqing proposed to see the stars at first, Feng Weiwei refused.

But when she really sat on the top floor and could see the stars all over the sky as soon as she looked up, she realized that it was the right choice for Han Muqing to bring her here.

She held her face involuntarily, with a gentle smile on her face. At this moment, there was a sudden "click" from the side, which also attracted Feng Weiwei's attention.

When she turned her head to look, she happened to see Han Muqing recycling the phone.

"Did you...did you shoot me just now?" Feng Weiwei asked subconsciously.

Han Muqing had a strange expression on his face: "No."

Feng Weiwei pouted slightly: "But I clearly saw you taking pictures with your mobile phone."

Han Muqing narrowed his eyes slightly: "The starry sky I photographed, what, can't it? Or, do you think you are more beautiful than the starry sky?"

Feng Weiwei was impressed by what he said, and a blush unconsciously appeared on his face.

Feng Weiwei looked away and stopped looking at Han Muqing.

But in my heart, I was annoyed why I asked Han Muqing this question, I was just asking for fun.

It's just that when Feng Weiwei wasn't paying attention to Han Muqing, he slowly took out his phone and looked at the photo on the screen of his phone with deep and gentle eyes.

In the photo, Feng Weiwei was looking up at the starry sky, and the smile on her lips was captured just right.

Feng Weiwei was right, Han Muqing did secretly photograph her just now.

Han Muqing's heart became better, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, and set that photo as his mobile phone desktop.

In this way, even if she is not by his side in the future, he can still see her every day.

The two sat on the roof for a long time, until the people around them slowly left, they got up and walked downstairs.

Feng Weiwei seemed to be in a good mood, walking briskly along the way, humming a little tune.

Her good mood seemed to have infected Han Muqing as well, he walked behind her with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

They just walked down the stairs and when they walked towards the room, Feng Weiwei who was walking in front suddenly stopped.

Han Muqing was also forced to stop: "What's wrong?"

"Your mother is here."

Feng Weiwei's tone suddenly became very heavy, and even the unknown tune she was humming disappeared.

When Han Muqing heard what she said, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then looked up towards the direction of the room, just in time to see Mrs. Han standing in front of the door, raising her hand to knock on the door.

The distance was not very far, but Han Muqing could still see the anger on Mrs. Han's face.

When the two were looking at Mrs. Han, Mrs. Han seemed to have sensed the eyes of the two of them suddenly. She stopped and turned to look at them.

Mrs. Han was the first to see Feng Weiwei, and almost the moment she saw her, the expression on her face changed, becoming very ferocious. She strode towards Feng Weiwei with her bag in her hand.

Before Feng Weiwei could react, Mrs. Han had already walked in front of her, and she suddenly raised her hand to put Feng Weiwei's face.

Feng Weiwei's pupils shrank suddenly, as if her whole body was nailed in place, she couldn't move for a while.

But Han Muqing, who was standing behind Feng Weiwei, reacted much faster than her. When Mrs. Han raised her hand, he grabbed Feng Weiwei's wrist and pulled her behind him.

At the same time, Madam Han's raised palm landed directly on Han Muqing's face.

With a "pop", Madam Han and Feng Weiwei were stunned at the same time.

Mrs. Han used a lot of strength, as if she was determined to beat Feng Weiwei to death.

A smear of blood quickly slid down the corner of Han Muqing's mouth, making his face even more rigid.

"Mu Qing...I didn't mean to hit you..." Mrs. Han panicked and wanted to explain, but Han Muqing coldly interrupted her before she finished speaking.

"Why are you here?"

There was a lot of impatience in his tone.

Mrs. Han's soft heart suddenly stiffened again. She gritted her teeth and said, "If I don't come, are you planning to leave with the woman behind you?"

"As I said, you don't need to take care of my affairs." Han Muqing still held Feng Weiwei's wrist, even though he felt her struggle.

"I'm your mother, I don't care who's in charge of your business!" Mrs. Han yelled in a panic, "Mu Qing, what's wrong with you! Since you met this woman, you are no longer my obedient son Now, what kind of ecstasy did she give you!"

"She didn't give me any ecstasy, all of this was voluntary." Han Muqing said coldly, "I love her, and I don't want anyone but her. It was the same before, it is now, and it will be the same in the future!"

After Han Muqing finished speaking, he dragged Feng Weiwei, who was already sluggish, to the room.

"Han Muqing!"

The sound of Mrs. Han breaking down came from behind, and Han Muqing's footsteps also stopped abruptly.

Feng Weiwei looked up at Han Muqing, his expression was also very bad, and she could even see a faint look of pain floating on his face.

Han Muqing would feel bad for confronting his mother like this.

For some reason, Feng Weiwei's eye sockets became a little sore, and she couldn't help holding Han Muqing's hand hard.

She couldn't say anything, because she was afraid that speaking by herself would cause Madam Han's dissatisfaction.

All she could do was hold Han Muqing's hand like this so that he could feel herself.

And Han Muqing seemed to feel her support, his eyes suddenly lit up, he turned to look at her, and smiled slightly.

"Do you really want to give up your parents for this woman!"

When Mrs. Han yelled these words, the tears in her eyes also slid down.

After Han Muqing took a deep breath, he said what he wanted to say in his heart. He didn't look back, but turned his back to Mrs. Han, and said softly:
"It's not that I give up on you, but you give up on me."

After finishing speaking, Han Muqing led Feng Weiwei into the room directly. The moment the door was closed, Feng Weiwei clearly saw the flash of relaxation on Han Muqing's face.

He looked up, just in time to see Feng Weiwei looking at him without blinking.

"What's wrong?" He raised his lips and smiled lightly, "Do you think... I'm heartless?"

For a woman, even my biological parents have to abandon...

In the eyes of outsiders, he is really a very heartless person.

Feng Weiwei was bitter in her heart, she bit her lip and said nothing, but stepped forward and hugged Han Muqing gently.

She could feel the slight tremor coming from Han Muqing when she hugged him.

In the next second, Han Muqing's hand came up and hugged her tightly.

"Weiwei... I only have you..."

Feng Weiwei slowly closed her eyes, with tears rolling down from her eyes.

Madam Han's voice was not heard outside for a long time, Feng Weiwei thought, she must have gone back.

Mrs. Han seems to be much older than she was a year ago.

Feng Weiwei originally hated Mrs. Han, because she couldn't be with Han Muqing herself.

But now when she saw her, Feng Weiwei realized that she couldn't even hate her.

Because she is Han Muqing's mother... If Feng Weiwei hated her, Han Muqing wouldn't feel well either.

The two hugged each other like this, and it took a long time before they let go.

It was also very late, so Han Muqing called his father at home.

In fact, my father is very supportive of any decision Han Muqing makes, but Mrs. Han often thinks that what he does is not what she wants.

Father Han sighed softly after hearing Han Muqing's voice: "Your mother just came back, and she's still crying in the room right now."

"Dad, I'm sorry." Han Muqing said in a low voice.

"There is nothing to be sorry for." Father Han didn't care, "It's your mother who can't figure it out. Mu Qing, it doesn't matter who you like, but I also hope that you won't hurt your mother like this again."

Mrs. Han has shed a lot of tears for Han Muqing over the years.

"I know." Han Muqing said, "It's just that I still need some time to get her consent."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I will help you talk about your mother's side." Father Han said.

"Dad, thank you." Han Muqing pinched the center of his brows and said wearily.

"Go to bed early, don't be too tired, you have to go to the company tomorrow?"

"Well, I will go."

"Go and rest. I'll go upstairs to see your mother." Father Han hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Han Muqing threw the phone on the sofa, and then heaved a long sigh.

In the darkness, I could only see the little red dot on the cigarette butt on his fingertips, flickering on and off.

I don't know how long it took before he got up and put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and then entered the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)