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

Chapter 350 I'm Wrathful (2)
Mu Guoguo was very proud when she mentioned this, and replied loudly: "My mother plays the piano very well."

"Super nice?" Listening to the child's plausible answer, Song Qinghua had to admit that she was behind. She was only a four-year-old child, but her language skills were so good.

"Yes!" Mu Guoguo nodded desperately, "My mother's music is very nice."

Song Qinghua gently raised his hand, his slender fingers jumped over the black and white keys, and the music that popped out between his fingers had a strong sense of rhythm.

Mu Guoguo was shocked again, her eyes widened, "The beautiful grandma can also play the piano."

"Yeah." Song Qinghua nodded with a smile, took his little hand and placed it on the keys, "You play one."

Subconsciously shrinking her fingers, Mu Guoguo chuckled and said, "I can only play little stars."

"Ha ha--"

Song Qinghua laughed out loud and gave a thumbs up, "That's amazing too!"

Mu Guoguo curled her lips. In fact, her mother taught him to play a lot of tunes, but he didn't like it very much.At first, I was curious about the piano, but later the novelty passed, and I just learned while playing.

"Play one for grandma." Song Qinghua asked him tentatively.

Mu Guoguo hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding.He only plays this first one fluently, and he does this every time he shows off.

The child's hands were small, Song Qinghua held his wrist, sat beside him patiently, and helped him correct his fingering.The smile on the corner of her mouth was gently pulled up, gentle and not annoying at all.

Mu Guoguo was more cooperative today, sitting on the piano bench with her back straight, she actually played decently.

"Guoguo is awesome!"

Song Qinghua praised him with a smile, and after playing a short section, she clapped her hands happily.

Mu Guoguo was even more proud of being affirmed and appreciated. He tapped his hands lightly, but he didn't expect to be able to play the whole piece.

After Mu Guoguo played, she raised her face and waited quietly for Song Qinghua's praise.But she saw her eyes fixed on her face, and her tone sank, "You play the piano, you really look like your mother."

"My mother?" Mu Guoguo was surprised, "Does the beautiful grandma know my mother?"

The expression in Song Qinghua's eyes darkened, he looked away, and said with difficulty: "...I know."

Hearing her words, Mu Guoguo burst out laughing, and the feeling of alienation towards her disappeared immediately.

Outside the gate, Song Aiyu held the car keys in his hand and stood by the gate without moving for a long time.She fixed her eyes on Mu Guoguo who was sitting next to Song Qinghua, her expression was gloomy.

This scene severely burned her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Qinghua only taught her to play the piano by herself.When I was young, my mother was like this every time, sitting in front of the piano bench, teaching her every note and every fingering.

The two figures, one big and one small in front of them, laughed happily from time to time.Song Aiyu turned around angrily, and rushed out of the villa with a gloomy expression.

The servants didn't dare to speak when they saw her dodging away.Seeing the red sports car, he coaxed away.

Along the mountain road, Mu Liang drove the car to the fastest speed, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, with a heavy and uneasy expression on her face.In just half an hour, all the nerves in her body were tense.

After parking the car outside the villa, Mu Liang pushed the door down and strode inside.The servants at home wanted to stop her, but Aunt Yan just happened to see her and hurriedly said, "Miss Mu, you are here."

A few years have passed, and Aunt Yan still remembers her appearance.Mu Liang nodded and looked inside impatiently.

"Are you here to pick up the child?" Aunt Yan smiled and asked again, with some meaning, "It's inside."

Afterwards, Aunt Yan let her in without anyone stopping her.

Mu Liang carried the bag, his face turned cold.She stepped up the steps of the gate, but heard the intermittent sound of the piano wafting from inside.

This is the sound of Guoguo playing the piano.

The steps under his feet slowly slowed down, Mu Liang walked outside the gate, and saw the backs of the two sitting in front of the piano from a distance.

Song Qinghua spread his palms to support the child's wrist, correcting his drooping fingers from time to time, with a calm expression.

After a while, Mu Liang came to his senses, frowned and said, "Guoguo."

Hearing her mother's voice, Mu Guoguo turned her head instantly, then jumped off the piano bench, and ran towards her, "Mom!"

Mu Liang held his son in his arms, and his sharp eyes fell on Song Qinghua who was facing him.

Song Qinghua didn't take her seriously.She got up and walked over, saying: "The child is fine with me, you don't have to be so impatient."

How can you not be in a hurry?
Mu Liang held his son's hand tightly, and said in a cold tone to her, "Please stay away from my son in the future!"

The expression in Song Qinghua's eyes sank instantly.

Mu Guoguo can now understand the conversations of many adults, and can tell whether they are angry or angry from the facial expressions of the adults.When she saw Mu Liang's tense face, she knew she was angry.

"mom!"

Mu Guoguo wrapped her arms around her waist, raised her head and talked to her, "The beautiful grandma treats me very well."

In the eyes of children, the world is warm.Mu Liang couldn't explain to him, her palm rested on top of her son's head, she could only keep smiling as much as possible, "Let's go."

Mu Guoguo nodded. Although there are delicious and interesting things here, he really wants to go home.

He took the initiative to hold Mu Liang's hand and walked forward, but after thinking of something, he turned back.

"Pretty grandma, thank you for the cake." Mu Guoguo ran up to Song Qinghua and thanked her with a smile.

Song Qinghua bent down, his eyes were reluctant, "Good boy, Guoguo plays the piano very well, we must continue to work hard."

Mu Guoguo took the initiative to open her hands, hugged her, and said in a crisp voice, "Goodbye."

The child's hug was originally just an expression of his emotions.But Song Qinghua felt her whole body was stiff, because the child's clear eyes made her heart ache suddenly.

After thanking her, Mu Guoguo obediently returned to her mother and walked out with her.

Looking at the backs of their mother and son walking away, Song Qinghua froze in place with a gloomy look in his eyes.After a while, she returned to the living room, sat on the sofa and stared at the snacks on the coffee table, picked up a candy that Mu Guoguo hadn't finished eating, and stuffed it into her mouth.

After leaving the villa, Mu Liang drove back to Fu's house with his son.Her car stopped outside the gate and didn't drive in right away.When she left here, she told herself that she would never come back.

But today because of her son, she had to come here.

After parking the car in the yard, Mu Liang opened the car door and walked inside holding his son's little hand.Fu Huanyan had been waiting outside for a long time, and when she saw them coming back, she immediately ran over, "Guoguo, how are you?"

Mu Guoguo blinked and said with a smile, "Auntie, I'm fine."

Seeing that the child was fine, Fu Huanyan was relieved.She smiled awkwardly and tried to explain, "Liangliang, I'm also to blame for today's incident. If I take care of the child myself, everything will be fine."

(End of this chapter)