"Oh. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mu Qingqing pouted.

Walking to the waiting area, there are still a lot of people, and there are only a few people away from their number, so it's almost there.

There are so many people everywhere that even the seats are almost gone.

Quan Zichen finally glanced at a position, and hurriedly pulled Mu Qingqing to sit down: "Sit down, don't be tired, say a few words." ”

"Aren't you sitting?" Mu Qingqing rarely saw Quan Zichen so kind-hearted.

"How do you sit in only one seat? Or you sit on my lap. ”

"In broad daylight, you hooligan!"

"You've said so much, are you thirsty?"

"Thirsty, are you going to buy me a drink?"

"Well, wait, don't run around, I'll buy you a drink. ”

After speaking, Quan Zichen threw her bag to her, and repeatedly told "don't run".

When he left, Mu Qingqing sat in his position and watched his figure slowly move away......

His back is straight, and his inky shirt accentuates his perfect figure. It's been three years, and he is deeper and more steady than before, but in front of her, he has faded all his loftiness and cold arrogance.

Is he good to her these days? The answer is, very good, very good.

If he wants to atone for her, there are a thousand ways and ten thousand ways, he has money and power, but he is willing to tie her with marriage for the rest of his life.

In fact...... She knows it all.

Sunlight shines through the hospital's large floor-to-ceiling windows, fragmented, and the light is refracted by the glass into seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

She squinted her eyes and stared out the window, and on the road below the fourth floor, the cars were flowing like a dragon.

"Please ask Mu Qingqing at No. 0096 to go to Clinic 3 for treatment. ”

Just then, she heard her name, and she picked up her bag and walked to Clinic 3 with her number plate.

Clinic No. 3 was in the innermost, and Mu Qingqing was walking while looking at the door number.

As she walked, a woman dressed elegantly and nobly came out of a small parlor with a handbag.

A female doctor sent her out: "Sister Rong, come back to play when you have time." ”

"Certainly, definitely, you go and get busy, the operation is important, next time I invite your family out for dinner." ”

"Well, when the time comes, the two of us will get together. ”

"Okay!"

Mu Qingqing's footsteps paused, this voice, she couldn't be more familiar, even if it was three years apart.

Zhang Rong is Zhang Rong.

As soon as she looked up, she just saw Zhang Rong coming towards her.

A white lace-up shirt, a black one-step skirt, and a meticulous bun. She had white pearl earrings in her ears, and with each step, the earrings vibrated gently with each step.

Three years later, when he saw Zhang Rong again, Mu Qingqing actually had a feeling of being in a different world.

It was as if that winter, she stood quietly in front of her, and Mu Qingqing was shocked.

How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world, the years have not left the slightest trace on her face.

The fragrance on her body is like a spring irise, quiet and gentle.

It has been 14 years since we first met.

Mu Qingqing still remembers that fourteen years ago, Zhang Rong squatted down and brushed the dust off her body with her green and white jade-like hands, and she still clearly remembered the quiet fragrance on Zhang Rong's body.

When she laughed, she was like a delicate beauty walking down from a painting, making the spring flowers lose their color.

Even if, fourteen years later, at this moment, Zhang Rong who walked towards her was still so elegant and noble.

The moment she saw Mu Qingqing, Zhang Rong also stopped.

She is extremely well cultivated in the end, and nothing will make her panic. Just stunned for a moment, her eyes returned to normal.

She was carrying an off-white bag, and she looked noble and neat, like a young woman in her thirties, still so young.

Mu Qingqing and Zhang Rong were only less than ten steps away.

Zhang Rong didn't have any expression on her face, she glanced at Mu Qingqing.

This girl disappeared for three years.

said that after the year, she became more and more delicate, and her little face became more and more exquisite. A pair of big eyes stared at her, and her eyes were still the same as three years ago, and she couldn't hide too much of her thoughts.

Mu Qingqing is still the little girl who doesn't have much city government after all, but Zhang Rong didn't expect that three years later, she would still be alive.

Not far away, Zhang Rong saw that she had already grown up and was becoming more and more like her mother. Especially those eyes, which are the most similar.

It's just that Mu Qingqing and her mother's personalities are very different, her mother is more quiet, while Mu Qingqing is more lively.

People came and went past them, but Mu Qingqing couldn't move his feet.

The voice of the electronic screen is still coming: "Please 0096 Mu Qingqing to the No. 3 clinic for treatment." ”

But Mu Qingqing's heart stopped beating suddenly, and a trace of bitterness spread from his throat, and slowly, this bitterness turned into a bloody taste.

Zhang Rong, Zhang Rong, she used to be unmatched in her mind, even if her attitude changed 360 degrees later.

In her heart, Zhang Rong is so independent and detached, as if she does not eat fireworks in the world.

Mu Qingqing likes her very much, but it's really not just about the past.

Even three years ago, she said that her father and mother were killed at the hands of Quan Zichen's grandfather, really, she fell into deep despair.

That kind of despair is like a dead heart.

At the same time, she is also very grateful to Zhang Rong, if it weren't for her, then, then she doesn't know what would happen to her?

What Zhang Rong gave her was also precious to her, and Mu Qingqing admired her very much.

She sometimes looks like a fairy from the sky, and sometimes she can look like a little girl.

Zhang Rong had taught her how to do this before, although she hadn't

Three years later, she still hasn't forgotten......

Instead, Zhang Rong walked towards her slowly, she stepped on a pair of small black heels, and every step was extraordinarily calm.

The surrounding sounds were noisy and chaotic, but the sound of Zhang Rong's high heels hitting the ground was heard by Mu Qingqing very clearly.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Boom, boom, eventually, the feet stopped in front of her.

The familiar smell of perfume, just like that, wafted to the tip of the nose.

Mu Qingqing didn't wear high heels, she looked a little shorter than Zhang Rong, she raised her eyelids slightly, and her lips trembled slightly.

It was always like something was in my throat, and I couldn't speak.

However, Zhang Rong had seen more of the world, and she opened her mouth first: "Qingqing." ”

Zhang Rong's voice is elegant, and there is always a feeling of comfort, but Mu Qingqing is very complicated in her heart.

When Mu Qingqing bit her lip and bit it a little painfully, she knew that all this was true.

In a foreign country, the hardest thing was how many times she brushed shoulders with death in the six months she just went to Paris.

How many people know what she has experienced, and she is not used to telling anyone.

"Aunt Rong, long time no see. ”

Mu Qingqing finally suppressed all his emotions, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the words he said were still hoarse and choked.

She still called her, but it was no longer the same name as before, and she was an estranged "Aunt Rong".