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

Chapter 860 Man's Acting Like a Baby

In the morning, everything is silent.

The eastern horizon gradually shimmered, carefully infiltrating the gray-blue sky.In the mist like a veil, the sun finally shines on everything in the world, caught off guard.

Song Yanshu stayed up all night, standing in the dark living room, smoking one cigarette after another.The feeling of sleepiness struck and gradually dissipated. He held on to his consciousness and watched the ordinary sunrise and sunset with a serious face, alternating and overlapping.

If it wasn't for Uncle An's call, Song Yanshu didn't know how long it would take to get away from his chaotic thoughts.

After snuffing out the last cigarette that had burned out between his knuckles, Song Yanshu turned around and groped in the direction of the source of the sound, and without any effort, he got the mobile phone that was still on the sofa last night.

"Hello..." Song Yanshu opened his mouth slowly. Due to a cold and too much smoking, his throat seemed hoarse, revealing a trace of bitterness.

Hearing the young master's voice, Uncle An felt that something was wrong, he was stunned for a moment before putting the matter down, and asked with concern, "Master, are you sick? Why does this voice sound quite strange..."

Song Yanshu cleared his throat, picked up the cup on the tea table casually, drank a few sips of water, and said disapprovingly, "It's not a problem, it's just a cold, tell me, Uncle An, is there something wrong to call?"

Seeing that Song Yanshu didn't say much, Uncle An didn't continue to ask more questions. Although he also missed the young master, he knew Song Yanshu's temperament best.

Instead, Uncle An said in a serious tone, "Master, didn't you ask me to investigate those people who chased and killed Miss Mu on the mountain that day? The matter has already begun..."

When Song Yanshu heard this, he regained his energy, frowned and asked, "Let's hear it."

"Those people came from Melbourne. I found out their whereabouts after searching for people, so I asked them to follow. In the end, the emperor paid off. They finally met the person above them. That person...is Mo Liancheng sister Mo Han." Uncle An said.

"Are you sure?" Song Yanshu asked coldly, this result did not surprise him.Now that Mo Han has also seized the power and sat on the chair of the Mo Group's chairman, it would be strange if there were no insidious means behind his back.

"It's absolutely true, I have evidence here, and it has been sent to your mailbox, including video and recording." Uncle An said lightly, although this matter has nothing to do with them, but last time he intervened It almost made Song Yanshu furious, and Uncle An was a little scared, so he had to use this incident to redeem some.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yanshu looked at the evidence sent by Uncle An in the mailbox, his eyes became gloomy and cold.

Time was passing by every minute, and finally Song Yanshu got up and tidied up briefly, and went to Mu Qingqing's next door.

"Miss Mu, Mr. Song from next door is here..." The servant opened the door, saw that it was Song Yanshu, and led him in to the living room to sit down before calling for Mu Qingqing.

A few minutes later, after Mu Qingqing settled the baby, she walked slowly to the living room.I saw Song Yanshu lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, his face pale, and when he heard footsteps approaching, Song Yanshu slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

Without saying a word, Mu Qingqing touched Song Yanshu's forehead, and then pressed her own forehead with the back of her hand, "The fever has subsided, is it still uncomfortable?"

Song Yanshu nodded and rubbed the corners of his eyes, "I don't know, I feel weak and uncomfortable..."

"After all, I need to cultivate for a few days, and it won't be all right so soon. Why don't you take a good rest at home and come to me for something?" Mu Qingqing looked a little cold, but she said there was nothing wrong with it.

Song Yanshu glared at Mu Qingqing, pouted, and looked aggrieved, "You are too heartless, and you don't know how to visit me. Maybe no one will know when I die at home tomorrow."

"What are you talking about, Xiaochi also caught a cold last night, and kept crying and looking for me, and just now he is willing to sleep, and he really can't live without someone." Mu Qingqing explained solemnly, probably not understanding what Song Yanshu said. I was acting like a baby for a while.

"Xiao Chi?" Song Yanshu was taken aback, and he didn't even know the name of Mu Qingqing's son.

"Oh, the baby's name is Mo Tianchi, and his nickname is Xiaochi." Mu Qingqing said calmly, and when she mentioned the child, she always smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with happiness bubbles.

Song Yanshu's heart felt sour, and he still asked, "The name is good, what's the meaning?"

Mu Qingqing hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just smiled indifferently and got up and went to the side to pour a glass of water for Song Yanshu, "It's nothing, I just called it that way..."

Song Yanshu stood at the door, and through the door glass of the baby's room, he saw a baby with small facial features and excellent appearance was sleeping soundly on the bed, with his two little hands half-raised, and his mouth was still moving back and forth. My heart is about to melt.

The little man in front of him was Mu Qingqing's flesh and blood, Song Yanshu stood at the door, and the feeling he felt at that moment was self-evident.The blood flow in the whole body was slow for a while, and boiled for a while, and the emotions in my heart were also surging back and forth, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

"Drink some water, have you taken the medicine?" Mu Qingqing handed the water glass to Song Yanshu and asked.

His thoughts were drawn back to reality, Song Yanshu took the water glass, and shook his head weakly, "No, the medicine is finished, and there is no more at home."

"I'm hungry, I want porridge, pumpkin porridge."

Song Yanshu looked at Mu Qingqing expectantly, like a child who had been wronged, it was impossible to deal with it.

"I'll ask Sister Zhou to cook some porridge for you..." No need to ask, everyone knows that the Sister Zhou that Mu Qingqing is talking about is her servant sister here.

Song Yanshu grabbed Mu Qingqing's wrist with his backhand, and said coquettishly, "I want to drink the porridge you cooked!"

"you……"

Before Mu Qingqing could even utter the words of reluctance, Song Yanshu interrupted her, "Aren't you willing to see death without saving me? Isn't it that you can't even satisfy my request?"

Song Yanshu's eyes were full of longing, and no one said a word about the marriage proposal that night.

Mu Qingqing sighed deeply, and shook her head helplessly, "I'm afraid of you, but my craftsmanship is not very good, so don't expect too much!"

Song Yanshu looked surprised, followed Mu Qingqing all the way to the kitchen, and sat on the side obediently.With her chin resting on her hands, she focused on Mu Qingqing who was busy. Sometimes happiness makes it hard to tell whether it is real or an illusion.

(End of this chapter)