Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

Even if Mu Xichen disagrees, it doesn't matter. At least, she is happy to give him some trouble.

This is why she doesn't want Xiaoqing to marry in. After all, she can have good principles, and she doesn't want her niece to be hurt emotionally.

It's the best arrangement to marry Mu Xichen a wife she can manipulate.

She has the final say that she doesn't worry about her husband's wife, and she enters the door of the Mu family. That is, she says, forget it, she has her own way to make her serve.

"But -" fan juanyan suddenly remembered something and frowned.

"But what?" Mu Zhicheng is curious.

"The Ye family has always been interested in getting married. I think the young lady has always been interested in Xi Chen -" fan juanyan said carefully.

Mu Zhicheng doesn't think so: "the Ye family has been watching and making multiple-choice questions between Xi Chen and Xi Zhuo. I don't want Xi Chen to marry Ye Qingyu. The Ye family won't pay attention to us at all, but will only think about how to expand their Ye family."

Fan juanyan smiled and nodded: "it makes sense. Miss Ye's noble daughter-in-law should be left to her sister-in-law. We can have the second room and have a match."

Shen Yi is also in a good mood when he comes home.

Wu Manli winks at Shen Yawen. Shen Yawen pours a cup of tea for Shen Yi.

"Dad, drink tea. How was your chat with Uncle Mu today?"

Shen Yi took a sip of tea and nodded.

Wu Manli and Shen Yawen were delighted.

"If you have nothing to do, walk around more. Mary, is that Miss Qing of Mu's family Mrs. Mu's niece?"

Wu Manli nodded: "I heard that she has always grown up around her and has a good relationship. I think that means that this aunt will decide her marriage in the future."

Shen Yi glances at Wu Manli: "should you also take Zian and Zizhen over? Should your aunt also learn to admire madam? "

Wu Manli immediately understood.

She also has a pair of nieces and nephews.

Yawen wants to marry Mu Xichen, but after all, he is not fan juanyan's own.

But fan juanyan's children, Mu Ximan and mu Xichi, are all good.

"I see, husband. I'll let them move here tomorrow."

Shen Yi smiled.

Mu Zhicheng is not a businessman, but it doesn't matter. It's enough for him to have the name of Mu family. If he doesn't have the ability, he will be a perfect puppet. He will discuss with Wei Tongfu and never waste resources.

Saturday is the happiest day for an office worker.

Song Yunqing's biological clock wakes up on time, but she doesn't want to move. She wants to sleep in bed all day today.

This week's work is very intensive. She and Xiuyun are very tired. Besides, there is a beast living beside her - Mu Xichen. It's hard to rest for a day. She just wants to vent herself.

In a hazy sleep, a cool hand reached in and put it on her waist.

"Ah!" She woke up in a flash.

"Mu Xichen, you hate it!" She was so angry that she retracted into the quilt and wrapped herself tightly.

Mu Xichen smiled, opened the quilt and revealed her disorderly head: "little lady, I'll take you to a place today."

"No! I want to sleep! " Without opening her eyes, song Yunqing shrank into the quilt again.

Mu Xichen brushed away her hair and kissed her gently on the forehead: "good, I'll freshen up for you."

"No, I want to sleep!" Song Yunqing said goodbye. She didn't know her tone was full of coquetry.

Mu Xichen really loves her like this.

Take her out of the quilt, hold her in your arms and walk to the bathroom.

Song Yunqing sighed and competed with Mu Xichen. She never beat him.

Step on his slippers, close your eyes, brush your teeth, wash your face, protect your skin and comb your hair with his support.

Mu Xichen took her back to bed, and she fell down again.

Mu Xichen picked out a suit of clothes and asked her, "do you wear it yourself or do I wear it for you?"

Song Yunqing didn't move. When she felt cold, she sat up and pulled the quilt over her chest.

Even if she was sleepy, she knew the consequences of letting Mu Xichen wear clothes. Maybe she would be taken off. She wanted to sleep for a day, but not for a day.

"I wear it myself, I wear it myself! You go out! " She pointed to the door with a red face and asked Mu Xichen to go away.

Mu Xichen didn't know what she thought. His eyes lingered on her and went out with a smile: "hurry up, wait for you to eat."

Song Yunqing let out a wail, sighed her fate, and quickly put on her clothes. It was a white Pullover and a red wool skirt.

Song Yunqing looked in the mirror and tied her hair into a horsetail. Mu Xichen's eyes were always good. The clothes he matched her were always very good-looking.

"Where are we going?" While eating her small steamed stuffed bun, he asked Mu Xichen angrily.

Mu Xichen nodded her steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks: "eat it quickly and you'll know when you arrive."

Song Yunqing had breakfast obediently.

Today, Mu Xichen drives an SUV, which is very spacious.

"Mu Xichen, where are we going?" Let him fasten his seat belt, song Yunqing asked again.

"Aren't you sleepy? Put down your seat and go to sleep. I'll call you when it's time. " Mu Xichen rubbed her hair and concentrated on driving.

"So it's mysterious." Song Yunqing whispered, no matter what, it's important to sleep.

Watching her sleeping, Mu Xichen smiled.

She gradually dropped her guard in front of him, for fear that she might not even know it.

splendid! He just wants her to slowly get out of those shadows and smooth her sad past.

When song Yunqing woke up, she found that she was covered with a small blanket and her seat had been flattened. No wonder she slept so comfortably.

Turning around, I saw Mu Xichen reading the document.

"You have work to do. Why bring me out?" Song Yunqing sat up, rubbed her hair and complained.

Mu Xichen put down the document, took the thermos cup, poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

She was thirsty. She took it and drank it up. "Thank you."

Stretching: "well, I woke up. Where is this? What are we going to do next? "

Looking at her bright eyes, Mu Xichen determined that she really woke up.

Reached out and took their windbreaker from the back seat, got out of the car, walked to her side, helped her open the door and said, "come down."

When she got off the bus and put on her windbreaker, song Yunqing looked around and said, "where is this? Why do I seem to have been here?"

This is a street park. I have seen the facilities for some years, but song Yunqing has an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

She walked slowly, closed her eyes, and in front of it was an island, walking from her left hand. There should be an artistic sculpture in front of her. She walked from her right hand, and it should be a row of rest chairs under two big Wutong trees.

She opened her eyes, walked quickly to the left and saw a statue.

She ran back and walked to the right. There were a row of rest chairs and some old people and young mothers pushing strollers.

She looked back at Mu Xichen. Mu Xichen came to her and looked at her spoiled.

Her breathing was a little short. There was a winding step road around the island. She picked up the steps and went up. She stopped at the last step, squatted down and stroked away the fallen leaves and soil on the edge of the steps. There were two young words: "Yunqing".

Tears blurred her eyes. She turned to stay and ran, ignoring Mu Xichen's advice: "girl, slow down".

There is a shallow pond in the center of the park. Beside the pond is a row of stone tables and benches. Song Yunqing sits on the stone bench at the edge and reaches out his hand to rub the edge of the stone table.

There are some remote places here, and few people come here, but this is the favorite place for her and her mother.

In her mother's last days, she often pushed her mother's wheelchair here and stayed for most of the day.

Tears fell on the stone table.

Mu Xichen handed over a paper towel, song Yunqing wiped her tears, raised her hand and took Mu Xichen to sit on the stone bench next to her.

"Mu Xichen, this is my favorite place when I was a child." She looked at the children watching fish by the pond and raised her lips with a smile.

Mu Xichen didn't speak.

"The pond looks shallow, but it's deep for children."

"Yes." Mu Xichen replied in a loud voice.

"I fell down when I was a child." Song Yunqing turned to look at him. At noon on a warm autumn day, Mu Xichen's side face looked unspeakable in the sun.

"Well, then?" Muxichen looked at the pond and asked.

Song Yunqing smiled: "a red haired brother picked me up, scolded me fiercely, and carried me back to his mother."

Mu Xichen tightly clenched his hand under his windbreaker.

"And then?" He asked softly, without looking sideways at Song Yunqing.

"I was frightened to cry by falling into the water, and I was also frightened to cry by him. He was too fierce. He and his brothers with colorful hair are often here, and his mother often looks at them and sighs. One day when we came, he lay on this table himself. It turned out that he had a fight with others, was injured and had a fever. My mother called the driver at home to take him to the hospital. " Song Yunqing recalled the past with a smile.

"Remember what you said to that red haired brother?" Mu Xichen asked softly.

"Well! Yes. Where does it hurt, brother? I'll blow it for you and it won't hurt. I was young and stupid at that time. " Song Yunqing laughed.

Mu Xichen looked at her smile. At that time, she was still a carefree little princess.

"But the brother said, 'girl, don't come here again. It's very dangerous. No one will save you when I'm not here'."

"Girl, don't come here again. It's very dangerous. No one will save you when I'm not here."

Song Yunqing raised her head in surprise and looked at Mu Xichen.

Mu Xichen also looked at her.

As like as two peas brother Song Yunqing said, brother Moore followed her together, saying exactly the same words.

Song Yunqing only felt that his mind exploded.

"You, how do you know?" Song Yunqing looked at Mu Xichen incredulously.

Mu Xichen reached out and caressed her head: "girl, I said, I used to be a bad boy."

"You! Are you the red haired brother? " Song Yunqing's mind was full of confusion. There were many things to run out. Her head suddenly hurt. She couldn't help reaching out and hugging her head.

"Girl, what's the matter with you?" Mu Xichen's anxious voice sounded in his ear.

Song Yunqing's ears were filled with all kinds of sounds. She felt that the blood vessels in her head were about to explode. She felt the same pain. Her eyes were black and fainted.

When I wake up, I first see some dark yellow lights in the room.

"Wake up? Does the head still hurt? " Mu Xichen's voice sounded in his ears. She was nervous and distressed. He held her hand in his hand.

Song Yunqing shook her head gently: "I'm a little dizzy. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Her voice is a little hoarse.

"Do you remember what happened just before you fainted?" A strange voice sounded on the other side.

Song Yunqing turned his head and saw a man in a white suit sitting on a recliner next to him.

"His name is Luoning. He is my friend, Yunqing. Do you remember what happened just now?" Mu Xichen asked carefully.

Song Yunqing gently broke away the hand he held, stretched out to his hair and said gently, "brother red hair, is that you?"

Mu Xichen grabbed her hand, put it on his lips, kissed and nodded.

Song Yunqing smiled and burst into tears.