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

Chapter 366 The Failed Marriage Proposal

Mo Liancheng shifted his eyes to Mu Qingqing, his eyes that fell into the darkness flashed light, and he grabbed Mu Qingqing's hand, unconsciously increasing his strength.

"So, do you want to know the content of the second wish I made in my life?"

Mu Qingqing grinned, and deliberately took out her hand and put it in her pocket, "If I say I'm not interested in knowing, are you going to continue?"

In the dark, Mu Qingqing seemed to have sensed that what Mo Liancheng was going to say in the future was related to herself, so she subconsciously avoided it.

But Mo Liancheng abruptly pulled Mu Qingqing's wrist again, leading her fingertips to the other side where the words Mo Liancheng were engraved just now.There are still a few traces of engraved words. After touching the position just now, it is not difficult to find that the words were engraved not long ago. The scratches on the edges are still slightly sharp, and the touch is sharp but will not scratch your fingers.

"Did you feel it?" Mo Liancheng looked straight at Mu Qingqing, his eyes never deviated for half a minute, with a kind of expectation.

Mu Qingqing thought it was fun, and just now she felt Mo Liancheng's name with her superb sense of touch, so she became interested and touched it back and forth several times with extra seriousness.The smile suddenly froze on the lips, and the fingertips also stopped at the end of the sentence without moving back and forth.

"No!" Mu Qingqing pulled out her wrist and stood up abruptly, her cold gaze was nowhere to rest, "It's hard to guess the mess, it's impossible to figure it out at all."

"It's too cold, I don't feel well, send me back!"

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingqing stepped up and was about to leave.But his footsteps were restrained by a warm and strong arm behind him, making him unable to move.

"Promise me...will you?" Mo Liancheng's voice enveloped Mu Qingqing's body from top to bottom. The shivering body in the cold wind could not cover the hot heart no matter what, and it was still beating restlessly. The beat is weird, like a sad prelude with hatred.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. It's too cold here. If I get sick and delay the shooting, will you be responsible!" Mu Qingqing's ending sound was not a question, she turned her face and pushed away Mo Liancheng's embrace.

The car drove all the way in the direction of Chengqi's villa, the quiet air sank like dead silence in the early days of the cold season, it seemed half dead, and it made people feel tight in the chest.

Mu Qingqing pretended to be fine, flipping through the comments and trending news on the V blog.The top three titles are almost inseparable from the intricate relationship between Mu Qingqing, Mo Liancheng and Su Wanqing.

Switch the trumpet and click into Su Wanqing's V blog.In a photo with blurred eyes and half-revealed face, there is a half-drunk red wine bottle and a goblet.With the text, happy birthday to myself.A simple photo and one sentence turned the entire internet upside down and found all of Su Wanqing's birthday posts in the past few years, but this year was particularly lonely and sad.

The style of painting is quite different from that of Mu Qingqing's V blog, where she posted a high-profile photo of herself and Mo Liancheng, which can be said to be the same frame of the century.

Various accounts went online one after another, and they were roughly divided into two camps. Mu Qingqing had already figured it out by flipping through a few pages of the content in the comment area.

On the one hand is Su Wanqing's diehard fan, all kinds of ink-jet fans are willing to let her down, her ex-wife Mu Qingqing wins her love with a knife, her mouth is as fierce as a nuclear weapon explosion, but when she turns her face, she cheers on Su Wanqing with soft words.On one side was the team of Mu Qingqing and Mo Liancheng, who had exhaustively summed up a lot of Su Wanqing's scandals, as well as those details that had not been confirmed or had been washed clean, and they had thoroughly sorted out, and in a few words, Su Wanqing said Became a green tea bitch.

Even sour people ran to Su Wanqing's V blog to leave a message, saying that Mo Liancheng would rather celebrate a pot of green plants with Mu Qingqing than celebrate your birthday with you.

"The feeling of being snatched away from someone's important things should be good..." Mu Qingqing secretly satirized in her heart, and Mo Liancheng had already unknowingly become the knife in Mu Qingqing's hand that cut the enemy's heart The sharp knife of flesh.

When the car stopped in front of Chengqi's villa, Mo Liancheng locked the co-pilot's door, "Mu Qingqing, let me ask you one last time, do you have anything to say to me? Right now, after tonight, I will I won’t ask you again, let me know when you think about it!”

Mu Qingqing let go of the hand that pushed the door, leaned back on the chair, her voice was as cold as melting into an ice cellar, "There is nothing to think about, if you ask me, my answer is still, I have nothing to say."

"Satisfied? Open the door!"

Mo Liancheng snorted coldly, with a gloomy coldness seeping from the corner of his mouth, "Can I take this sentence as your answer?"

For a moment, Mu Qingqing turned sideways, her eyes fell on Mo Liancheng's desperate eyes without hesitation, and she answered in a heroic tone, "Whatever you think, I'm going back to rest, please open the door!"

The sound of the car lock rising and falling broke into Mu Qingqing's ears, and she got out of the car with little hesitation.Behind him was the sound of Mo Liancheng honking the horn frantically, and it didn't stop until Mu Qingqing went straight into the room and hid in the bathroom.What followed was the sound of fierce friction of the car engine, and it flew away quickly.

The water sprayed from the shower was still steaming, and it filled the huge glass shower room, mixed with salty and wet unknown liquid, and the bath water sprayed down from the corner of the eye, was washed into the pipe, and disappeared without a trace.

"Mu Qingqing, marry me!"

These six words were like a curse, constantly attacking Mu Qingqing's fragile brain nerves, until unconsciously, the blue-white sky covered the house, but her sleepiness was still entangled and restless.

In the cold wind last night, the line Mu Qingqing touched was Mo Liancheng's second wish. He hoped that Mu Qingqing would agree to his marriage proposal again.After many years, the desire to start a marriage far surpassed the last time Mo Liancheng married Mu Qingqing.

But this time, Mu Qingqing didn't look forward to it so much.

Breakfast, as usual, appeared on the dining table on the first floor, but Cheng Qi was nowhere to be seen.Mu Qingqing didn't care about it at first, but later learned that Su Wanqing really couldn't sit still.

It's just about the surveillance video on the set. The person who came to lobby was not Su Wanqing herself, but her manager Youjie.Cheng Qi also received the invitation last night, so he went to a nearby coffee shop early in the morning according to the time to meet with Sister You.

The content of the conversation was pleasantly surprised, and the condition was that if Cheng Qi was willing to stop meddling in this matter and just find an excuse to prevaricate, then he would get a check of 100 million.

And that check, at this very moment, was lying in Mu Qingqing's hand.

(End of this chapter)