Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 21 Drunkenness
Mu Liang didn't deliberately prepare for the quiz on knowledge.With such a wide range, it's too late for her to make up her mind temporarily, and it all depends on her usual foundation.

A good face and a good temperament are not what Song Qinghua wants.She would never ask for an idiot to be Song's image spokesperson!
In the round of quiz, three more people were eliminated.Among them, Mu Liang's achievements are outstanding.

Song Qinghua raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in front of him with a little appreciation in his eyes.The last time I heard her play the piano, I felt that she had good qualifications. If there is no accident, this time Song's image spokesperson will be her!

Song Aiyu was not surprised when she saw Mu Liang who performed well.She knew that these exam questions would not trouble her.

In the middle of the runoff, someone walked in quickly and whispered something in Song Qinghua's ear.She looked surprised and said, "Please come in."

The staff opened the door of the concert hall. Fu Jinchen looked cold and walked steadily.

"Auntie." Fu Jinchen called out, using honorifics.

Song Qinghua stood up and said with a smile, "Fourth Young Master, you are really a rare visitor."

"You have made such a big deal, there's no reason for Jinchen not to come and see it." Fu Jinchen exchanged polite greetings without leaking anything.

"Sit down!"

Song Aiyu suppressed the strange color on her cheeks, and took the initiative to pull the chair away.Fu Jinchen nodded slightly and sat beside her.

There was quite a commotion in the venue, and Fu Jinchen's devilish smile captured everyone's hearts instantly.In the eyes of all the nympho, only Mu Liang's scalp was swollen, he suddenly appeared, what did he want to do?
"continue."

Song Qinghua pays attention to efficiency in his work, and will not delay his work because of anyone.She turned her head, looked at Fu Jinchen with a smile, and said, "It happens that the Fourth Young Master is here, let me check."

"Don't dare." Fu Jinchen chuckled, and his deep eyes fell on Mu Liang.

Mu Liang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

The remaining three candidates came to the stage to play in turn.The piece Mu Liang chose this time is not difficult or easy, and he has a good sense of proportion.It is enough to show off this kind of thing once, and it is annoying to show off too much.

The staff was about to announce the end of the game, but Song Aiyu stood up, "Wait."

"There is one more person to participate in the competition." Song Aiyu walked onto the stage calmly, sat softly in front of the piano, and said, "It's me."

what--

There was an uproar.

The corners of Fu Jinchen's eyes sank, and the smile on the corner of his mouth retracted.

As her fingers landed on the keys, Song Aiyu's eyes lightly shifted and landed on Song Qinghua.Her red lips were raised, and her crisp voice was tinged with pampering, "The following song is dedicated to my favorite mother."

Song Qinghua didn't stop her. She raised her head and stared at her daughter on the stage with a gentle smile.

If she doesn't speak, who dares to speak more? !

The sweet and light natural tune flows slowly from Song Aiyu's fingertips.Memories of childhood, the song is not difficult, and the melody makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Song Qinghua quietly listened to his daughter's performance, his mind wandering.That year, her daughter's small warm fingers were not as wide as her palm. This was the first piece she taught her daughter to play by holding hands.

Song Qinghua's eyes moved slightly, staring fixedly at the figure in front of the piano bench, his eyes were in a trance, unconsciously overlapped with that figure.

This is the baby she cared for, and it is her life.

When Song Aiyu struck the last note, Mu Liang knew that everything was a foregone conclusion.

Why do you want to make this farce when you can get it at your fingertips? !

woohoo-

Amid the warm applause, Song Qinghua opened his arms and hugged his daughter tightly.The future heirs of the Song family are competing for election, who will have a chance?

Even if no one is convinced, what can I do?This is the harsh reality.

Mu Liang took back the check and was the last one to leave the concert hall.The reporters surrounding her had dispersed, she walked along the side of the road, full of thoughts.

drop--

Mu Liang looked sideways and saw the license plate number on the back of the black Land Rover.

"Get in the car." Fu Jinchen stepped on the accelerator and stopped beside her.

There were few people around, so Mu Liang opened the car door and sat in.

After a while, the black Land Rover started the engine, Fu Jinchen held the steering wheel with both hands, and drove away.

The black Land Rover drove up the main driveway, and the man's bony fingers rested on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

"Where are you going?" After getting into his car, Mu Liang was a little uneasy.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Jinchen asked her slightly sideways.

Mu Liang didn't expect him to ask this, touched Kong Kong's abdomen, and muttered in a low voice: "Hungry." In the morning rushing to participate in the final election, she didn't eat anything, spent most of the day, and was hungry.

Fu Jinchen's thin lips curled slightly, and he drove directly from the intersection ahead to the city center.

As soon as the car arrived at the hotel, a doorman in uniform stepped forward.Fu Jinchen threw the car keys over and walked in with one hand in his pocket.

This hotel standing in the bustling downtown seems to be incompatible with the surrounding modern buildings.The hotel is built in an antique style. From a distance, it looks like a palace, with gilded green tiles, and the whole is golden and shining.

Mu Liang didn't see it up close, and she couldn't bear to look directly when she passed by occasionally.How much does it cost to build such a hotel!
"Go in and have a look." Fu Jinchen put his hand on her shoulder and urged.

Following him in, Mu Liang was gradually dumbfounded.Nine-story soaring roof, gilt carved beams and columns, bluestone floor tiles.She finally understood why this hotel was called the Imperial Palace.

Eyes full of gold, it really is a palace!
"Four young masters—"

The manager of the hotel trotted over and said respectfully, "You are here."

"En." Fu Jinchen responded softly, and pulled Mu Liang into his exclusive box.

Pushing open the carved mahogany door, everything in front of you can give you the illusion of traveling through time and space.Especially when the waiter wearing a cheongsam and stepping on the bottom of a flower pot appeared, Mu Liang was completely dazzled.

Mu Liang regained his composure and asked the man beside him, "Do you often eat here?"

Fu Jinchen raised his lips, saw her surprised eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "This is my place."

"Your?!" Mu Liang was surprised.

I knew he was rich, but I didn't expect to be so rich!
Fu Jinchen looked smug, he owns most of the shares in this hotel, isn't it his?He waved and said to the waiter waiting beside him, "Old rules."

"Yes." The maid in cheongsam left respectfully, shaking the handkerchief in her hand.

Mu Liang stared blankly, and mocked, "Shall I kowtow to you and say Long live the Emperor?"

"I don't mind." Fu Jinchen sat sideways in the mahogany chair, the smile on the corner of his mouth became less and less twitching the more he looked at it.

He has always been moody and angry, so Mu Liang had no choice but to give up.

This luxurious box is spacious, with a high platform directly in front of it, and the dragon chair on the top is shrouded in spotlights, shining brightly.There is an incense burner with a lotus base next to it, and white smoke is curling up.

(End of this chapter)