When he was angry before, he threw the scarf that had been half knitted for him in the cupboard, and he didn't plan to knit it for him again. Later, when they were reconciled, she knitted them for him again.

Now, there is no need for Wang Ma to teach her anymore, she is already very proficient.

The gray wool looks a little too deep, but it is also in line with the man's temperament.

She sat on the couch knitting a scarf for him, and the fat flower swirled around at her feet.

Weaving and weaving, she couldn't help but think of Zhang Shuo again.

With a pause, she looked out the window.

Outside the window, the autumn wind was severe, and the fallen leaves withered a lot, and she remembered the autumn in Paris, and he took her to walk on the banks of the Seine, chatting as she pleased, looking at the church in the distance and the pigeons flying in the sky, and the time was good.

The past is like smoke, but also like a dream.

For some reason, looking at everything outside the window, she remembered a poem: Straight lovesickness is useless.

Lovesickness is useless, and attachment is endless.

In the end, it is just a flower in the mirror, and the sand between the fingers.

"Whoa......" Fat Flower looked at her with wide eyes and called softly twice.

As soon as it called this, it pulled Mu Qingqing back from his memory.

She smiled and glanced at Fathua.

Without thinking too much about it, she continued to weave scarves for Quan Zichen.

Fat Flower ran around her feet, jumping up and down, and sometimes jumping on the couch, very naughty.

But it has been a lot more well-behaved under Mu Qingqing's reprimand, and it will no longer mess with Mu Qingqing's wool, nor will it gnaw on the sofa skin again, in short, it is much more well-behaved.

It's just that when Mu Qingqing sees it, he still thinks of the scene of raising it with Zhang Shuo.

She picked up the fat flower from the street and brought it home, and it was Zhang Shuo who had been buying dog food and a nest for it. When she was busy with her studies, Zhang Shuo was also helping to take care of Fat Hua.

Zhang Shuo is also very busy at work, but as long as she says a word, he will take time out of his busy schedule.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingqing was still a little stunned.

Just as she was thinking wildly, the phone in the living room rang.

Mu Qingqing put down her scarf and went to answer the phone with her stomach straight.

"Hey, hello."

"Qingqing?"

"Sister." Mu Qingqing was pleasantly surprised, it turned out to be Quan Di.

Quan Di rarely called home, and occasionally called back, and Quan Zichen basically answered.

Quan Di hooked the corners of his lips and smiled: "It's me." I saw ...... on the Internet It's a rare occasion for a tsundere and arrogant man to propose to a little woman he likes. ”

Mu Qingqing's face flushed, it turned out that he really knew everything.

"Sister, I'm embarrassed. It was so sudden that he didn't even say anything to me in advance, not at all. Mu Qingqing said.

"That's a pleasant surprise." Quan Di smiled, "You guys are very compatible, and I envy you too." I never thought my cold brother would be so emotional. ”

"It turned out that I wasn't the only one who thought he was a very unemotional person, so this time, I was very surprised by what he did for me."

"You will always be happy." Quan Di blessed.

Mu Qingqing's nose was sour, and tears almost flowed down.

The love between her and Quan Zichen is not blessed by many people, especially the Quan family. She was very touched to receive Quan Di's heartfelt blessings.

"Thank you, sister, you want to be happy too."

"We'll all be happy." Quan Di smiled lightly.

Her voice is very soft, like a warm spring breeze, which makes people listen to it very comfortably.

"Sister, when will you return to China?"

"Your wedding with Ah Chi, or, wait for you to have a baby." Quan Di smiled, "I prepared a gift for your baby, and Qin Chen also prepared it." ”

"Sister, it's good if you can come, I miss you." Mu Qingqing said.

She really thinks about Quan Di, when Quan Di and Qin Chen are there, the Quan family is very lively, and everyone is very happy.

It's just a pity that when Quan Di returned to Australia, she was unhappy with Quan Zichen and couldn't see her off in person.

"I miss you too." Quan Di said softly.

The two chatted for a while, and Mu Qingqing actually had a lot of things she wanted to ask, but every time the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them.

For example, Mu Qingqing actually really wanted her to be with Dr. Wen.

It's just a pity that the two of them are afraid that there is no contact.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingqing sat back on the sofa, she sighed, and continued to weave a scarf for Quan Zichen.

It doesn't take long for the scarf to be knitted.

Xiao Baozi's sweater has been knitted, and she can't wait for Xiao Baozi to be born, and when the time comes, she can dress him in a pink and tender sweater.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingqing was still quite happy.

It just so happened that the guy in her stomach kicked her, and this kick was so hard that Mu Qingqing frowned in pain and covered her stomach.

"Baby, you're not good." Mu Qingqing talked to the little guy.

This little guy kicked her several times, probably rolling in her stomach, and Mu Qingqing suddenly sweated down in pain.

She's so helpless, naughty guy.

After a while, her stomach was still hurting, and she had no choice but to put down what she was doing and lay on the sofa for a while.

Mu Qingqing picked up his mobile phone and made a call to Quan Zichen.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

As soon as Quan Zichen saw that it was Mu Qingqing, he walked to a quiet place: "I'm in the national exhibition hall, and the product exhibition in the afternoon." ”

"Did you get drunk at noon? Did you hook up with the little girl? ”

"None of them."

"Your son is so annoying." Mu Qingqing rested one hand on his stomach and snorted coldly.

The little guy still didn't stop, and although the movement was not so big at this moment, her stomach still ached faintly.

"Huh? What's wrong with my son? ”

"Kick me, it hurts."

“……”

"Aren't you going to say something?" Mu Qingqing said.

"Then I'll rub it for you when I get home." Quan Zichen had no choice but to say this, and he had no other way. "Then you remember to come back early in the evening." Mu Qingqing told him.

"Hmm."

"Alright, you're busy." Mu Qingqing hung up the phone.

It's only been a few hours since they were separated, and she misses him a little, and she misses him very much. But now, when she thinks of him, she can look at the ring on her hand, the beautiful ruby ring.

……

In the evening, when Quan Zichen came back, it was already more than eleven o'clock at night, and he walked softly in the living room, for fear of waking her.

Lao Cheng sent him back tonight, and today is fine, Lao Cheng doesn't see that he is drunk.

Lao Li wanted to call Wang Ma, but Quan Zichen waved his hand and asked him to go home and rest.

It was a little hot in the living room, so he took off his suit and threw it on the sofa, casually taking the decanting tea on the coffee table.

The tea was still warm, and he took two sips before putting down the cup. His head was a little stuffy, so he rubbed it lightly and went upstairs.

When Mu Qingqing woke up in the morning, he didn't see Quan Zichen next to his pillow, and thought that he hadn't come back overnight.