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

Chapter 774
Song Yanshu's face was full of smiles, and when he saw the thing in Mu Qingqing's hand, he suddenly sank. He didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked at Mu Qingqing fixedly, with obvious anger in his dark eyes ,"What does it mean?"

Mu Qingqing lowered her eyebrows and did not dare to look him in the eyes, so she could only say in a cold and heartless voice, "This is your thing, and it should be returned to its original owner."

Song Yanshu frowned slightly, he didn't understand, "But this is a gift from me, don't feel burdened, it doesn't have any other meaning, it's just a commemoration."

Even though Song Yanshu felt a twinge in his heart when he said this, in order not to put Mu Qingqing under any psychological pressure, he still casually mentioned his thoughts.This chopstick rest symbolizes my youth and is my only sustenance, and it is all related to the woman in front of me.

"But I feel very burdened. Although my name is engraved on it, it is a commemoration to you, a commemoration that belongs to your memory. To be precise, it has nothing to do with me. I can't afford your youth , and your spiritual sustenance, so you take it away, I don't want it." Mu Qingqing was deliberately indifferent, this time she had to ruthlessly push this man away, so as not to make him sink deeper and deeper.

Song Yanshu's pretended relaxed smile gradually froze. He looked at Mu Qingqing's resolute eyes and couldn't help but shudder in his heart. He thought it was a good start for Mu Qingqing to take the initiative to find him. means the end.So, at this moment, Song Yanshu even began to regret, if he had driven slower just now, could this parting have been delayed.

"If you don't want it, just throw it away. I won't take back what I gave you!" This simple answer not only means this small pottery, but also represents Song Yanshu's love for Mu. Once Qingqing's love is given, it is absolutely impossible to get it back.

"Okay, that's what you said!" Mu Qingqing naturally understood Song Yanshu's meaning, but this time she also refused purposefully, so she set her own attitude early in the morning without any soft-heartedness.

As she said that, Mu Qingqing slammed the pottery in her hand to a corner not far away. Her strength was not light, and the chopstick rest was thrown against the wall and bounced hard to the ground, breaking into several pieces. The semi-irregular shape fell apart and made a broken sound. In this narrow and quiet alley, it was exactly the same as the sound of a broken heart.

Song Yanshu's eyes widened, and he looked at the broken chopstick rest on the ground in disbelief, that small object that carried his emotional sustenance since he was a child, was ruthlessly discarded by his beloved woman in front of his face. , without a trace of love and room, trampled on his heart fiercely.

"You..." Song Yanshu's words froze on his lips. He never expected Mu Qingqing to be so heartless, so he froze in place at a loss.

"I've always handled garbage like this. Since you don't want it, you shouldn't have any objections, right?" Mu Qingqing said expressionlessly, but her palms were already sweating.

"Garbage? You said it was rubbish?" Song Yanshu felt incredible, his heartbeat suddenly went out of order, and his face was extremely cold.Although it was just a small pottery work with poor handwork, it was of great significance to Song Yanshu, and Mu Qingqing knew the meaning very well.

It was precisely because of this that Song Yanshu was surprised by Mu Qingqing's attitude, it was not like her.

Mu Qingqing's expression was indifferent, her thin vermilion lips opened and closed, but every word was like a sharp knife point, piercing Song Yanshu's heart, "For me, useless things are rubbish. Don't meet again, and in fact you are of no use at all."

"What do you mean?" Song Yanshu's heart was bleeding, but he still asked calmly.The palms were clenched tightly, the nails had already sunk into the flesh of the palms, but the tingling pain made him feel nothing.

Mu Qingqing shrugged her shoulders, and said pretendingly indifferently, "I just wanted to take advantage of your anger, but now I don't need it, so naturally there is no reason for us to meet, those media will hold on to it, follow me Those scandals of yours bothered me a lot, so please don’t come to me again in the future. I’m very grateful for your help during this time, that’s all.”

"I think when I say this, you should understand what I mean. I didn't want to say nothing, but you don't seem to understand. I just want to live in peace. I want you to know that I and you The reason for the impossibility has never had anything to do with whether I divorce Mo Liancheng or not. Even if I can divorce Mo Liancheng, it doesn't mean I will choose you. "

Mu Qingqing's face was gloomy, and her eyes were so deep that it was almost impossible to see through. She turned around and handed a plastic bag to Song Yanshu, and there was a sound of clinking porcelain inside, "Don't do such unnecessary things in the future. , Someone picked it up and gave it to me, probably because it has a name on it, so it’s better to leave it to you to dispose of it, so as not to be seen by those reporters with ulterior motives, and it’s not good to cause any scandal.”

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingqing pushed the plastic bag into Song Yanshu's arms, turned and entered the coffee shop.

The empty alley was quiet only the sound of Song Yanshu's heartbeat, his breathing was very slow, almost as slow as death, without any sign of life.

He didn't need to open the plastic bag to know that what was in it was the pair of cups that he planned to give to Mu Qingqing as a gift last time. He deliberately made a pair of cups that were broken by Mo Liancheng, and even Even the crooked traces on the cup are intentionally imitated.

But he didn't give the cup to Mu Qingqing that day because he saw the original thing that had been reglued on the shelf, and it was placed in the most conspicuous position on the shelf.

At that moment, Song Yanshu was a little bit lost, even the broken cup Mu Qingqing cherished so much, and no matter how hard he tried, it couldn't compare to everything that had appeared.So in a moment of emotion, Song Yanshu threw the cup into the trash can in front of the coffee shop, but he didn't expect it to end up in Mu Qingqing's hands.

Looking at the pair of cups in his hands, Song Yanshu felt extremely glaring, but this time he did not throw the cups away, but brought them back to the car, it seemed that only in this way could he always remind himself that it was time to calm down.

Mu Qingqing's mood was a little low, but in an instant she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had accomplished a major event. If she could make Song Yanshu secure the position of Patriarch by doing what she did, then it would be worth it.

(End of this chapter)