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

Chapter 902 I want that brat

It was raining outside the window, and the blue-gray sky seemed to be pressing down heavily on the ground, filling people with the fear of suffocation and making them impenetrable.

Mu Qingqing turned her head to look out of the window, but the rainy glass window could only reflect her own cold face, and when it came to her mood, she had mixed feelings.

"Here we are..." After a long time, Cheng Qi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, reminded Mu Qingqing that the [-]-minute drive from the company to the cemetery was delayed for a few minutes because of the rainy road.

"Ah."

Mu Qingqing faintly uttered a short syllable, and her heart twitched violently the moment she regained consciousness, she casually took an umbrella in the back seat and was about to get out of the car.

Cheng Qi grabbed Mu Qingqing's wrist, a little worried, "Are you really going? Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't, I'm worried that Song Yanshu will be...a little excited..."

Cheng Qi already knew about what happened in the ward three days ago, and it wasn't just a casual chat.But when Mu Qingqing received the news that her grandma died of sudden multi-organ failure the next day, her whole body collapsed instantly, and she blamed herself for everything.

At that time, Mu Qingqing was sitting in Cheng Qi's office, congratulating the successful bid for Project F. MK defeated more than a dozen consortiums with strong backgrounds and won this unprecedented super plan.

"I want to send grandma off..." Mu Qingqing's gloomy voice slipped past Cheng Qi's ear, followed by a sigh and the sound of the car door being closed.All of this was mixed with the sound of pattering rain, the raindrops hit the car on the leaves and hit the road, splashing everywhere, so embarrassing.

The funeral was very simple. Grandpa and grandma didn't seem to have any relatives. Except for a distant cousin who was standing beside the old man, the only one left was Song Yanshu, standing in the rain with a desolate back, motionless.

Mu Qingqing paused, then walked to the tombstone and saluted.

Song Yanshu's peripheral vision fell on Mu Qingqing's back, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.The rain wet the sleeves, and it was terribly cold.The long rainy season seems to have officially kicked off today, and the restless March is always accompanied by a humid atmosphere, which is inevitable.

"I'm sorry, I..." When Mu Qingqing stood in front of Song Yanshu, the pair of cold eyes that met her were gloomy like lifeless black holes. She had never seen Song Yanshu's face look so ugly, The ferocious bloodshot tightly wrapped around the eyeball, almost about to explode.

With a word choked in her throat, Mu Qingqing didn't think of how to comfort or justify herself for a long time.Who can tell whether Mu Qingqing contributed to the death of grandma that day.

"Can you fulfill grandma's last wish?" Song Yanshu said suddenly, his deep voice was almost confused with the weather, intertwined.

"Huh?" Mu Qingqing didn't understand what Song Yanshu meant for a while, and stood there in a daze without any reaction.

Song Yanshu finally turned sideways and looked into Mu Qingqing's eyes, "I'm sorry for things that can be made up for, otherwise, what's the difference between sprinkling salt on a wound?"

"You didn't feel sorry for me, nor did you feel sorry for grandma. You don't need to blame yourself. This matter has nothing to do with you." Song Yanshu's tone was cold, with a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away.

Maybe she should be softer, and Mu Qingqing even regretted that she shouldn't have rejected grandma's words so bluntly that day.But at that moment, Mo Liancheng was the only thing in Mu Qingqing's mind, and she no longer had the energy to think about so many red tape matters.

"I'm really sorry, sorry!" The rain began to become ferocious, and it fell heavily on the umbrella, making a piercing whine.Mu Qingqing's voice was severely torn apart by the shrill noise, and it was blown into the cold wind and disappeared without a trace.

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingqing turned and left the cemetery. Song Yanshu didn't look back. If the scene of following her lover's back was superimposed on this sad funeral, it would seem too miserable.But even if he didn't look back, Song Yanshu could still feel the appearance of Mu Qingqing going further and further away.

He clenched his fist tightly, and threw the umbrella in his hand to the ground forcefully, letting the cold rain wet his hair.There were two groups of unquenchable anger in his eyes. Ever since he and Mu Qingqing met, he always felt that the relationship between them was getting closer.

But until today, Song Yanshu realized that he and Mu Qingqing had never been close before.There will always be a city of Molian between them, which is far away from the mountains and rivers, which is beyond reach.

The sinister expression was forever fixed on Song Yanshu's face.

All emotions arose because of grandma's funeral, but not necessarily related to this funeral. Sadness is sad, and hate is really hate.

Knowing that the bid failed, Mo Han was furious in the Mo Group's office. She lost twice in this life, and once was kicked out of the house by her father. The feeling of being completely rejected was extremely disgusting.The second time, she couldn't escape this curse. She fell into Mo Liancheng's hands. Not only did she fail to get the management power of the company, she almost became a fugitive.

I thought that everything would be reversed in the end, but who knew that Mu Qingqing, that girl, cut her off in a video, took away Project F, and completely humiliated Mo Han in front of the shareholders.She had promised with confidence that Plan F was inevitable, but in the end, Mu Qingqing took the lead.

There was a knock on the door, and the secretary opened the door, "President Mo, Director Mi is here, she..."

Before the words finished, Mi Lan had already entered the door, and Mo Han waved his hand impatiently, motioning for the secretary to go out.

"Are you looking for me?" Mi Lan's tone was indifferent, but an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

Mo Han stared straight at Mi Lan, her appearance was so terrifying that even Mi Lan gasped, "Where is that brat?"

"What? Who are you talking about?" Mi Lan asked knowingly, with a cautious attitude.

Mo Han slammed the table hard, and suddenly raised his voice, "Stop pretending to be confused with me, didn't you send someone to arrest Mo Liancheng and that bitch's son? I asked you where he is now?"

Mo Han was right, Xiaochi was indeed taken away by people sent by Mi Lan, but what Mo Han didn't know was that she had returned the child to Mo Liancheng not long after, but this incident was not only for Mo Han. I don't know, even Song Yanshu and Mu Qingqing's younger brother Jin Shixun don't know.

Everyone thought that Xiaochi was taken away by someone and his whereabouts are still unknown. As for Mo Liancheng's intentions, no one knows.

(End of this chapter)