"Qingqing, you've worked hard lately, take a good rest these days, I'll teach you how to make sweaters. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wang Ma said.

Speaking of playing sweaters, Mu Qingqing remembered that the pink sweater that had just started was still lying on her bed.

At this moment, she was interested: "Okay, I'll go upstairs to get it, and get the sweater early,!"

She took the yarn and walked down calmly, placing a ball of yarn on the sofa in the living room.

Wang Ma had already gone to wash her hands: "Come, Qingqing, I'll continue to teach you." ”

"Good!"

Mother Wang patiently sat beside Mu Qingqing and taught her stitch by stitch.

"Qingqing, you are so smart and a fast learner. ”

"Mother Wang, you laugh at me again, you taught me well. ”

"What's the matter, you have been smart since you were a child, let me tell you, you are the only one who can make our young master angry. If you want to be someone else, you would have died a dozen times a long time ago. Wang Ma smiled.

"Thank you for his grace not to kill. Mu Qingqing said with a smile.

"You don't know, the young master has been very cold since he was a child, and no one dares to approach him. There was a little girl who was not afraid of death to play with him, and basically within a minute, he came back crying. ”

"Wang Ma, do you think he is very unproductive? ”

"Haha, so, no little girl dared to play with the young master later, and of course no woman dared to mess with the young master now. ”

"With his temper, how much my young heart was hurt, it is a miracle that I can still grow up healthy and strong. ”

"The young master is also very angry with you, so ah, I always say, you are a pair of enemies. ”

"The road is narrow. ”

"I remember, at that time, there was no little girl who would continue to play with him after being scolded by him, and you dare. ”

"I'm thick-skinned. Mu Qingqing was really ashamed.

Looking back now, it was really miserable at that time, he asked her to "get lucky", and she still liked to stick to him.

"Where is thick-skinned, this is called fate. You don't know, how did the young master come over in the past five years......" Wang Ma said this, her voice lowered, and her throat choked.

Mu Qingqing lowered his head to hit the sweater, and when he heard this, his hands were also stunned.

She didn't ask him about the past three years, but she could tell from his state that he was not doing well.

For example, he never had a headache before, but now, he actually can't sleep all night because of the pain.

"When you disappeared, the young master searched the whole world, and even sent his most powerful assistant Du Wen to look for it there for three years. Wang Ma said, "But you just haven't heard from you, and everyone tells the young master openly and secretly that you are no longer alive." But the young master didn't believe it, and later others didn't dare to say it. ”

"During that time, the young master smoked and drank heavily day and night, and many times it was Xu Fan who sent him back. ”

"He misses you so much that when he's drunk, he always calls your name...... But no one could answer him. ”

Mu Qingqing was silent and listened quietly to Wang Ma's words.

"You don't know, the huge power family, in the dark night, when he was helped back, he shouted 'Qingqing' and 'Qingqing' in a dumb voice over and over again, and I cried several times. ”

"Don't look at the young master now, it doesn't seem to have changed. Actually, when you came back, he hid all his sadness. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable too. ”

"In the past three years, he really thought that he would never see you for the rest of his life. ”

Wang Ma sighed as she spoke, she knew everything about the year.

"Let's just say that he had a headache, and it was also at that time, and he didn't stop until he got a headache or stomach bleeding when he went back to drinking. Just some time before you returned, he was still in the hospital for a few days. ”

Mu Qingqing became more and more silent, it turned out that he had been like this for three years.

What if she really didn't come back for the rest of her life?

Quan Zichen, aren't you very smart? It's just that you have been so stupid in the past three years that there is no cure.

"Fortunately, Qingqing, you're back, otherwise I really can't imagine how the young master will go in the future. Wang Ma said.

"He's stupid. Mu Qingqing lowered his head and said lightly.

The wool on the fingers is warmer than the sun and softer than the spring breeze. She circled it over and over again, and the softest part of her heart was touched fiercely.

"Qingqing, you must stay with the young master in the future, okay, you must be together. ”

Mu Qingqing didn't answer, only picked up the wool in his hand and asked with a smile: "Mother Wang, what color scarf do you say is better for men to wear?"

"Black, gray, khaki, white are all good. ”

"Butler, is there still the gray line?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go get it to you. ”

Wang's mother was also half a beat slower to react, and she patted her head before she understood what Mu Qingqing meant.

In less than a minute, Wang Ma came over with the gray wool she had just bought.

"Qingqing, look at this wool, it is particularly warm, and it feels very good when used to knit scarves. ”

"Okay!" Mu Qingqing responded with a smile, "Then Mother Wang, I have to trouble you to teach me again." ”

"Okay, no problem. By the way, girl, what are you...... Knit a scarf for the young master?"

"Who weaves for him. Mu Qingqing said angrily, lowered his head and began to wind the yarn.

Wang Ma also laughed, this Mu Qingqing is duplicitous.

She has known her for so many years, and she is really clear about her temperament and heart. Many times, this duplicity is the same as the young master.

"Come, I'll teach you. Wang Ma began to teach Mu Qingqing to weave scarves again.

Mu Qingqing knitted and thought that if she knitted a pink one for him, he would have to surround him.

Well...... However, Mu Qingqing thought that even if he was wearing a pink scarf, there would still be beautiful women rushing over one after another.

Well, she admitted, someone is charismatic.

Wang's mother taught her to knit scarves and sweaters hand-in-hand, and Mu Qingqing had a lot of fun.

In the past, she hated this kind of manual work the most, and she couldn't calm down, but now, she was extremely happy.

After weaving for several hours, Wang Ma snatched the yarn from her hand: "Qingqing, you can't be tired anymore, hurry up and rest for a while, stand up and walk, we will weave again tomorrow." ”

"Mother Wang, you are not allowed to talk about me knitting scarves. Mu Qingqing smiled.

Wang Ma also snickered: "Definitely, I'll wait for you to weave it and send it myself." ”

When Wang Ma saw her like this, she was even more sure that this scarf was what she planned to knit for the young master.

At this time, Wang Ma was even happier than the young master. She hoped that the two of them would be well.

Just as Mu Qingqing stood up and walked back and forth in the living room, the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open.

A stream of heat came in from the doorway, followed by a bright sunset.

It turned out to be late afternoon, and everywhere was dyed a light orange.

Very warm color, Mu Qingqing narrowed her eyes.