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

Chapter 900 Why is it you again

Mu Qingqing subconsciously took half a step back, and was wrapped around her waist by a big hand.

"Let's go!" Under Mu Qingqing's astonished eyes, the man's eyes fell straight forward, and he pulled her out of the ward.

There are loud and harsh curses and yells behind him, like an endless battle, which makes people exhausted before they even take part in the battle.

The back stairs at the corner of the corridor are extremely quiet, the patients who just hid here to smoke have dispersed in groups of three or five, leaving only traces of surrounding green smoke with aftertaste and warmth.

Mu Qingqing leaned against the dusty wall, a little weak, "Why are you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingqing laughed suddenly, with a bitter and helpless smile, "It seems that there are many opening remarks like this between us, I am really curious, why do you always say that when I am in a disaster? How can it be so appropriate?"

"Mr. Song Yanshu..." Mu Qingqing tilted her head, with doubts in her tone.

"You don't think I'm a stalker, do you?" Song Yanshu took off the baseball cap on his head, and laughed wryly.

As he spoke, Song Yanshu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and the curling bluish-white smoke surrounded him, enriching the cold atmosphere in front of him.

He glanced at Mu Qingqing indistinctly, and asked pretending to be ignorant, "What happened?"

Mu Qingqing let out a long breath, stood up, and without warning, reached out and snatched the cigarette that Song Yanshu had stuck between her knuckles, and put it on her lips.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mu Qingqing took a puff of cigarette, and then began to cough violently.Song Yanshu was slightly taken aback by Mu Qingqing's actions, and then stepped forward to pat Mu Qingqing on the back.

"I don't know how to smoke, what can I do!" Song Yanshu's deep voice was more confusing than the charming smoke. In the corridor of Longyin, it was faintly like a mysterious force, pushing people towards the boundless cliff step by step.

Mu Qingqing waved her hand, and quickly smoothed her breathing. The smoke kept gushing out from between her nose and her breath. On such a beautiful woman, she was a little more charming.Also, it looks very lonely.

"You...looks like you're in a bad mood..." Song Yanshu didn't smoke anymore, he just stood aside, looking at Mu Qingqing quietly.This woman really entered my heart, no matter it was pure or charming, kind or evil, in short, Song Yanshu loved every aspect of her hopelessly.

Even the appearance of not loving himself, he was still obsessed with it, almost to the point of madness.

After a while, Mu Qingqing twitched the corners of her mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, "A friend is sick and needs a heart transplant operation. The boy lying on the hospital bed just now matches my friend's type. I It’s just helping her as a lobbyist, I didn’t expect the family’s reaction to be so intense.”

"Do you want me to help..."

"No need, there are other options, don't worry about it." Before Song Yanshu finished speaking, Mu Qingqing hurriedly interrupted Song Yanshu's so-called help.

Hearing what Mu Qingqing said, Song Yanshu's heart seemed to be stabbed severely. The feeling of not being trusted by others was uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as being depressed.Even though they met now, they wouldn't face each other tit for tat, but they could never go back to the past, at least Mu Qingqing was no longer willing to confide in Song Yanshu.

This is all retribution, all punishment.

Song Yanshu thought secretly in his heart, feeling extremely ironic.

There was a sudden burst of music on the quiet back stairs, it was Song Yanshu's phone ringing, he took a look in his pocket and glanced at the screen, forced a smile, and tried to make his tone as normal as possible.

Mu Qingqing snuffed out only half of the cigarette butts left in her hand, she had no intention of chatting with Song Yanshu here, she still had to continue to think of a way about the matching.

But just when Mu Qingqing stepped out of the corridor threshold, Song Yanshu's words made her froze, "What did you say? Grandma is critically ill?"

The grandma Song Yanshu was talking about, Mu Qingqing, had also met several times. After all, Mu Qingqing had some pleasant memories in that quaint clay shop.I still remember that at that time, my grandma pulled Mu Qingqing to chat with her kindly, and said that her belly looked like she was pregnant with twins.

The wisdom of the elderly is sometimes more convincing than science. Although only Xiaochi survived, as grandma said, Mu Qingqing was indeed pregnant with twins.Thinking of this, Mu Qingqing felt admiration for that old man.

Mu Qingqing stopped in her tracks, turned around and walked in front of Song Yanshu in a hurry, until he hung up the phone, "What's wrong with grandma? What's wrong with her?"

Song Yanshu's face was very gloomy, he shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't been back during this time..."

Half an hour later, Mu Qingqing and Song Yanshu went to another hospital in Jiangcheng together, and saw grandma lying on the hospital bed in the innermost ward on the third floor.

Mu Qingqing's heart shuddered. Human life is so fragile. The last time I met her grandma, she touched her belly and whispered to herself energetically. Unexpectedly, a few months later, her grandma collapsed without warning. down.His face is old and sick, and the criss-cross folds seem to be accusing the injustice of the years. The sunlight is weak and weak, and it seems that even a thin glass window cannot shine in.

"Grandma, what's the matter with you, grandma?" Song Yanshu lost his position and threw himself down in front of the hospital bed, grabbing the old lady's hand.

"Yan Shu is here, grandma is fine, she is just sleepy and wants to sleep more."

Before she finished speaking, the old lady's eyes fell on Mu Qingqing's body, her eyes lit up immediately, and she stretched out her trembling hands to scratch in the air, "Oh, is it Qingqing? Qingqing is here too ?”

"Come on, come closer and let grandma see..."

Mu Qingqing's nose soured fiercely, and she also quickly stepped forward, grabbing Grandma's hand.This touching made Mu Qingqing's heart even more cold.

It seems that the first feeling when touching the past is to touch a skeleton without any warmth and sensuality, and the skin folds on the cold hands are piled up together, without any vitality.The back of the hand is densely packed with pinholes, most of which have turned a bruise-like bluish-purple, which makes people worry.

"I'm here, grandma..." Mu Qingqing said softly, trying to maintain a slight smile.

While speaking, grandpa signed from the doctor's office on crutches, and walked into the ward dejectedly. When he saw Song Yanshu coming, the old man's eye circles turned red.

"Yan...Yan Shu, are you here? Are you thirsty, grandpa will pour water for you..." The old man's voice was choked up, his whole body was trembling, and his lonely back made people feel distressed.

(End of this chapter)