I haven't seen Mu Qingqing for three years, she has really changed a lot, except that she is still the same in front of the young master, she has become polite, gentle and gentle in front of others. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Ma really doesn't know how Mu Qingqing has come over in the past three years.

Just as she went downstairs to prepare dinner for Mu Qingqing, Quan Zichen made a phone call.

"Mother Wang, did she eat dinner?"

"Not yet, I'm preparing for Qingqing. ”

"What did she do today?"

"Today at noon, I went to see her lying on the bed with her hand on her stomach, and he said it was a stomachache. I got her some noodles to eat, and he got better for a while, and then I went with him to the garden, but she said that her stomach hurt, so I dared to help her in. ”

"Then, ask the doctor to see if there is. ”

"This girl is very tough, I want to call the doctor, she doesn't call, I can't help it, I'm reading a book in the house now." ”

"Well, okay, then I'll take her to the hospital tomorrow to have a good look. ”

"But I've heard that you're going on a business trip tomorrow. ”

Quan Zichen raised his eyebrows: "What else is more important than her." ”

Belch...... Steward Ling choked.

In the young master's heart, there is only Mu Qingqing. One of his hearts was swept away by Mu Qingqing.

Hanging up the phone, Wang's mother went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Mu Qingqing, she was afraid that Mu Qingqing would get tired of eating at night, so she made a white fungus lotus seed soup.

Mu Qingqing read a book on the bed for a while, told the story for a while, and felt bored.

The summer weather is particularly irritable, and her heart can't be calmed.

She hadn't seen Zhang Shuo for several days, and if she wanted to see him, he should be in a hurry.

However, Wang's mother is strict, she has no chance to leave the power family at all, and she can't even make a phone call.

She threw away her book in frustration and lay down on the bed in a huff.

On such a quiet summer night, she suddenly wanted to listen to "Summer", the piano sounded, and the summer night was quiet.

"Confirm the right, get up and eat some lotus seed soup. ”

It didn't take long for Wang Ma to push open the door of Mu Qingqing's room.

Mu Qingqing was a little sleepy, startled by Wang Ma, opened her eyes again, and sat up from the bed.

Wang Ma brought the lotus seed soup to her, and lovingly picked her messy hair with her fingers.

"Is the temperature of the air conditioner still moderate? Mu Qingqing said.

"It's all good. Mu Qingqing smiled.

"That's good, eat something and sleep, rest well, and go to the hospital tomorrow. ”

"Hmm. ”

Mu Qingqing took the lotus seed soup on the table, stirred it a few times with a spoon, blew it, and ate it slowly.

Wang Ma saw that she still had an appetite, so she was relieved.

"Qingqing, what have you done abroad in the past three years?"

"Going to school, traveling, falling in love. ”

"In love? with your fiancé?"

"Hmm. ”

"In the past three years, you really don't miss Sishao at all?"

"What is there about him to miss me, he has a bad temper, he has a bad character, he has a lot of things, and when I think of him, I have a headache. ”

Wang Ma smiled, only when Quan Zichen was mentioned, Mu Qingqing's words became extraordinarily much.

It's a pity that she has become someone else's fiancé, can she still be with the young master in this life?

Mu Qingqing ate half a bowl of lotus seed soup, but he couldn't eat it anymore, so he put the bowl on the table.

"Mother Wang, it's only half past seven at this time, and I can't sleep. ”

"Why don't you watch TV, or I'll talk to you. ”

"Mother Wang, you teach me to knit a sweater, I will learn slowly, learn winter, just in time to knit one. ”

"Qingqing, do you want to learn to knit sweaters?"

Wang Ma felt very pleasantly surprised, in her eyes, Mu Qingqing was lively and active, how could she sink down to knit sweaters.

"yes, I want to knit a sweater for my fiancé, heck, whether it looks good or not, I'm going to wear it for him, and he's not allowed to dislike it. ”

"Okay, I'll go get the yarn, I'll teach you. ”

After saying that, Wang Ma happily went to find the yarn.

She found several colors and asked Mu Qingqing to pick them, and Mu Qingqing picked a ball of pink, pink and tender, like peach blossoms in March.

"This color is beautiful, that's it, the little girl must look good in this!"

"Qingqing, but your fiancé is a man......" Steward Ling was full of black lines, and the probability was one to one.

"Men wear this too, so that he dares to be picky. ”

"He's going to dislike you as a wife. ”

"If he dares to dislike him, I will give him a divorce. Exactly, find another one. ”

"Wouldn't it be better to weave two colors, wouldn't it be better? Wang Ma smiled.

After Mu Qingqing picked the thread, Wang's mother began to teach her to knit sweaters.

Mu Qingqing learned very seriously, hooking threads, jacquards, and knots...... Step by step, she looked at Wang Ma weaving.

Time passed imperceptibly, from half past seven to half past ten.

Wang Ma hurriedly put down the wool in her hand: "Qingqing, study again tomorrow, it's not early, hurry up and rest." ”

"Okay, I'll learn again tomorrow. ”

Mu Qingqing was very interested, she picked up the sweater that had been made at the beginning and looked at it again and again, and she liked it very much.

The pink color is cute.

Putting the sweater on the head of the bed, Mu Qingqing pulled the air conditioner quilt and prepared to sleep.

"Good night, Mom Wang. Mu Qingqing blinked and closed his eyes.

"Okay, good night. ”

Wang Ma smiled, cleaned up the room for her, then turned off the lights and walked downstairs lightly.

After cleaning up a little, Wang Ma didn't expect that Quan Zichen's car had already driven outside the villa.

Uncle Li glanced at her, and we hurriedly ran over to open the car door for Quan Zichen.

"It just so happens that everything has been dealt with, but Uncle Li has worked hard all the way. Quan Zichen got out of the car with a faint smile on his face.

His gentleness, deep as water.

It's been a long time since Mama Wang has seen Quan Zichen smile.

"Whatever Mr. Quan said, I would have been at your disposal at any time. Uncle Li said.

"Did she sleep?" Quan Zichen glanced upstairs, and the lights were already out.

In the night, his cold face has a little more tenderness, like honey, which can make people indulge in it.

"I just fell asleep. ”

"Is she feeling a little better at night?"

"It's okay, Qingqing learned to make sweaters with me at night, and she said she was going to give her ........... When Wang Ma saw Uncle Li give her a look, she knew that she was talking fast again.

"Yes, come back and ask her to knit me one. The corners of Shen Chi's lips rose.

"Yes, Qingqing has studied seriously. ”

"I'm going to see her. ”

After speaking, Quan Zichen walked in from the door of the Shen family's villa.

The faint light outside the villa shone on him, casting a hazy shadow on his white shirt. His back was straight, and the clothes on his body were not messy.

He slowed his pace and walked slowly upstairs.

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