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"It's cold outside, and There's not much to see. " Mu Jingcheng has some regrets.

Looking at her a little bit retreat appearance, district little Chen can't help but pinch her cheek way, "know cold still say to want an outing? Mrs. Qu Are you making fun of your son and husband? "

"Er..."

"Let's go!" District Little Chen holds her hand, lip Cape tiny Yang, "take you to a place."

"Where?"

"You'll know when you get there!" With that, Qu Shaochen pulls her out.

Mu Jingcheng looks at him suspiciously, but at this time he hears a familiar voice.

Looking up, with a gust of wind, a helicopter landed slowly.

Until now, Mujing orange suddenly realized what surprised looking at him, "you should not be..."

"Wow, helicopter...?!" Ozawa looked at the huge object in the yard in surprise. He stood in the same place in a daze, and his eyes were even bigger than ever.

Looking at his son so excited, Qu Shaochen smiles happily, and then holds up his son, "how about we go for an outing by helicopter?"

"Great!" Ozawa smiles excitedly.

Qu Shaochen looks back at Mu Jingcheng and reaches for her hand. "Mrs. Qu, let's go?"

"Yes, Mr. qu..."

With a buzz, the helicopter carrying a family of three flew up.

When they slowly fly over the clouds, Ozawa exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, it's exciting!"

Seeing that his son is so happy, Mu Jingcheng and Qu Shaochen can't help looking at each other and laughing. This kind of life That's what they expect and hope for.

But, life in the world, in addition to these, there are many! -

in the evening, it's late at night when we go back to the cloud.

District less Chen holding already sleeping Ozawa back to his room, looking at sleeping still with a smile son, district less Chen some shame in his face gently kiss.

Go back to the room, he gently from the back of the Mujing orange embrace in his arms, heavy sigh after way, "sorry, I owe you mother and son too much."

"What are you talking about?" Mu Jingcheng looked back at him, "you've done enough for us. Don't you see how happy Ozawa is today? "

"That's why I feel more indebted to him." Qu Shaochen gently stroked her hair, eyebrow color between some heavy appearance, "if he has been living such a life, has been accompanied by us, he will not be so excited."

Mu Jing orange looks at the self reproach appearance, in the heart not from sour ache.

Ozawa is her own son. She grew up looking at the baby. How can she not know what her son really needs?! How could he not know why he was so happy and excited today?!

But how could she blame him?!

Over the years, how could she be right?

The missing five years between them were not all Qu Shaochen's fault. Even if it's fate, I have a certain responsibility, so If it's strange, she can't escape the responsibility.

"So Shall we spend more time with him in the future? " Mujing orange gently rely on his arms, feel the warmth of this man to her, from the heart to do his little woman.

She has never been a woman who is a little bird, and she never knew that such a feeling is so good.

"Good!" The district little Chen lightly ordered to descend the head, but there is a silk of melancholy facial expression between the eyebrows, you are thinking of what worry.

The next day. Tqr1

when Mu Jingcheng opened his eyes, Qu Shaochen disappeared again.

Seems to have adapted to his early and busy, Mu Jing orange just looked at his vacant bed, heart sour pain for a while, then got up.

Go to the window, open the curtain, outside gray, like to snow in general, the whole sky revealed a cold atmosphere.

Push aside Ozawa's room, his sleeping face is still smiling.

Mu Jing orange looked at his son's direction, and then quietly retreated.

Go downstairs, make a cup of coffee, hold a magazine, and look at the most popular elements. Suddenly, Mu Jingcheng feels that the whole world is quiet Ease.

Looking up, looking out of the window and taking a deep breath, Mu Jingcheng still couldn't help asking in his heart: are you really OK, Qu Shaochen?

Just then, her mobile phone suddenly rang. It was Zhou Jiayi.

As soon as the phone was connected, she screamed with excitement, surprise and doubt, "orange, Sheng Zimo asked me to be his girlfriend. Please tell me, is it true? Is that right? "

Originally still immersed in his own world, Mujing orange was suddenly pulled back to reality by Zhou Jiayi's words, "what do you say?"

"Just now, Sheng Zimo's agent called me and told me to go out with him as Sheng Zimo's girlfriend! Date! Do you know what that means? ""Girlfriend?" Mu Jingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly and his face was puzzled.

Although she wanted to promote Sheng Zimo and Zhou Jiayi, she was surprised when she heard the news.

Although Sheng Zimo is a man of love, he is still very cautious in emotional matters.

Even if he likes Zhou Jiayi, he won't inform the other party in this way, will he?!

What's more, they know each other's contact information, but let the agent contact each other?

This is not normal, is it?!

"Yes Zhou Jiayi was still excited and couldn't believe it, "and also said that in order to put my script into shooting as soon as possible, let me take some publicity photos with him..."

"Your play is going to be filmed?" Mu Jingcheng feels more and more wrong.

Although she doesn't know much about the performing arts industry, and doesn't know much about the speed of the script's recruitment and shooting, she can't be so fast within her knowledge.

What's more, Sheng Zimo is still resting in the hospital. How can he take photos with Zhou Jiayi and do publicity?

"You can't believe it, can you?"?! But that's what happened Zhou Jiayi is still as excited as ever, "orange, is it God's eye to drop such a big piece of pie to me?"

"Well Jiayi. " Mujing orange finally can't help interrupting Zhou Jiayi's narcissism, "do you remember that we were almost cheated by that fake director in the hotel last time?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Zhou Jiayi was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand the meaning of Mujing orange.

"The agent..." Mu Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, but still said, "is it fake?"

"No!" Zhou Jiayi immediately denied Mu Jingcheng's conjecture, "otherwise, in addition to Sheng Zimo, who will know my contact information, and even know that I gave the script to Mo Shuai?! Besides, he is the one who called me before and said that my script is good. There will be no problem