Warm marriage to the bone, the president's wife is ruthless

Chapter 657

The light in the hall of Donglin Villa was a bit dim, only one floor lamp was still on, and there was a faint gray light on the sky, but it was not enough to illuminate the world.

Mu Qingqing was already a little sleepy, and she opened the door carefully, because at this time, except for the bodyguard on duty at the door, the people inside the room should still be asleep and have not gotten up yet.

She refuted Mo Liancheng's face, but in front of another man, Mu Qingqing thought that Mo Liancheng would definitely not come back, at least he might be in the company.Although Mo Liancheng is the top richest man in Jiangcheng, he doesn't have any hobbies. He is an out-and-out workaholic, and even occasionally a little bored.

Mu Qingqing took off her high heels, trying not to make any noise.

"You're back, do you want a cup of hot milk?" Mo Liancheng's voice suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the living room. Mu Qingqing trembled. Sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking a cigarette.

The lingering mist blurred the pupils against the dim light, and Mu Qingqing's heart trembled. When did Mo Liancheng start smoking? In his impression, he had never smoked.

"You...why did you get up so early?" Mu Qingqing hesitated, not because of what happened last night, but because Mo Liancheng was actually smoking.

It's not that I got up so early, but I didn't close my eyes all night.

Mo Liancheng did not speak. Three seconds before getting up, he reached out his hand to extinguish the looming sparks in the crystal ashtray on the coffee table. He pinched his slender index finger and thumb lightly and twisted a few times. The only light in the darkness It was completely destroyed.

Standing up and walking into the kitchen, a strong smell of tobacco came over her face, and Mu Qingqing coughed lightly twice.Turning on the chandelier in the living room, Mu Qingqing tossed her backpack on the sofa with some exhaustion. Out of the corner of her eye, she fell on the coffee table. The palm-sized ashtray was actually filled with cigarette butts, and there were roughly twenty or so of them.

While thinking about it, Mo Liancheng had already walked over with the ready-made milk, and a faint blue-gray layer was looming in his eyes.There was no gleam of light in the deep eyes.

"Are you smoking?" Mu Qingqing took the hot milk, put it aside, and asked.

The voice and a pair of cold hands came down almost at the same time, and Mu Qingqing was pulled into a warm embrace, "What's wrong?"

Mu Qingqing's tone has softened a lot, and after what happened all night, she seems not to be so angry anymore.

Mo Liancheng's heart clenched fiercely, even though he wanted to ask, he swallowed back those words that would only lead to quarrels.

Mu Qingqing's hair was a little damp, and the clothes on her body were no longer the ones she wore at night. What on earth did she and Song Yanshu do?Mo Liancheng felt a burst of deep jealousy, surging, like a huge wave, attacking the fragile will.

"I'm sorry, I should discuss it with you. Forgive me for always making my own claims. Weddings are never hype."

"you……"

"Just treat me as insecure, I can't lose you, you know."

Mo Liancheng showed weakness. On the eve of the wedding, he was afraid that everything would change again.Zhou Ping is dead, and the secrets of the past will be forever buried in the past, and neither rooting nor rotting will involve the present.

As long as Mu Qingqing can go to Ireland with Mo Liancheng to sign and register smoothly.

After a while, Mu Qingqing relaxed her throat and sighed lightly, "I'm hungry, but I don't want to drink milk..."

Mo Liancheng looked at Mu Qingqing, her attitude had given the relationship the greatest comfort.

"Okay, what do you want to eat, my name is..."

"Forget it, I'll make it for you myself!" Mo Liancheng originally wanted to tell Butler Tang to come down, but then he remembered that it was only [-]:[-] in the morning, which was a bit motivating, and Mo Liancheng didn't want such a rare and harmonious atmosphere. Others bother.

"Hmm...I want to eat tomato egg noodles!" Mu Qingqing smiled, and put her arms around Mo Liancheng's waist, she rarely acted like a baby.

A boulder fell from Mo Liancheng's heart. He rubbed Mu Qingqing's damp hair and said calmly, "Go and dry your hair, be careful of catching a cold!"

It was only then that Mu Qingqing realized that Mo Liancheng didn't ask a single word about her awkward attire.Although Mu Qingqing wanted to tell Mo Liancheng what happened at night for a moment, but it sounded like she was explaining the innocence between herself and Song Yanshu, and it really wasn't necessary, so she didn't speak.

The next day, news about Mu Qingqing's and Mo Liancheng's marriage was spread all over the Internet. All kinds of strange version speculations did everything possible to attract everyone's attention.Mu Qingqing also relaxed her mind, just read it and forget it, but Mu Qingqing still cared about some harsh words, especially those related to children.

Although Mu Qingqing didn't say anything, Mo Liancheng knew how deep the pain in the past was.

Before going to Ireland to register for marriage, Mo Liancheng arranged an engagement ceremony for Mu Qingqing in Jiangcheng. In the past, Mu Qingqing cared very much about such ritual things. Even if she missed a detail, she would feel imperfect, but she has experienced a lot. After the disaster, these floating clouds just added to Mu Qingqing's troubles.

But since Mo Liancheng is interested in making a show, Mu Qingqing naturally accepts it.

The day before the engagement ceremony, Mo Liancheng found Mu Qingqing in the cemetery. They originally agreed to go to the bridal shop to try on dresses at ten o'clock in the morning.Since Mo Liancheng had an all-night meeting the day before, the two agreed to leave separately.

But Mo Liancheng had been waiting at the bridal shop for a full hour, but Mu Qingqing did not appear. Zhong Lin searched all the places where Mu Qingqing might go, but there was no news.

In the end, Mo Liancheng thought of the cemetery.

Sure enough, when Mo Liancheng appeared in the cemetery, he had already seen Mu Qingqing's car parked at the door.

When she saw Mo Liancheng, Mu Qingqing was standing in front of her parents' grave, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she suddenly remembered that she missed the date with Mo Liancheng, so Mu Qingqing quickly put away her lonely emotions , kept apologizing.

Mo Liancheng sighed deeply, but the anger in his belly could not be vented, and finally it turned into a hug, on this early autumn morning when the sun was still not cold.

When a woman gets married, she naturally has to tell her parents. Mu Qingqing didn't neglect her, she just changed the method.

But when Mu Qingqing was holding Mo Liancheng's hand and standing in front of the Mu family's couple's tomb, Mo Liancheng's mood became gloomy, and an inexplicable feeling of desolation kept lingering around him, lingering.

Mu Qingqing may never know, the emotions in Mo Liancheng's heart were overturned at that moment, and of course, Mo Liancheng didn't want Mu Qingqing to know.

(End of this chapter)