In fact, for so many years, he has never said a word to her. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He wanted to say, Rongrong, I like you.

However, he is afraid that his time is short, so he will not say anything.

Some secrets, taken by oneself, will never be known.

That's good, too.

…….....

Mu Qingqing was taken downstairs by the man to the hospital, she looked around and followed the man's steps forward.

The man only made one phone call, and she heard him call the person on the phone "Quan Dong".

In this way, Mu Qingqing was even more sure that the person he would see later was Quan Fuyi.

She knew when she knew that it was Quan Fuyi, and he was looking for his own purpose.

He couldn't figure out that the old lady of the Quan family, who had never met him so far, was going to poison her father and mother?

Thinking of the past, her heart was pounding, and she gritted her teeth.

She didn't want to remember these things, and many times, she was trying hard to forget. It's like when she went to school in Paris, she went to a psychiatrist just to bury all these bad memories in her heart.

Now, it has been dug up again, and if it is said that the heart does not hurt, it is fake.

"This way. The man took Mu Qingqing up from the elevator.

Mu Qingqing followed him step by step, it was obviously a hot summer, but at this moment, her hands were cold.

The man pressed the elevator button, and the elevator quickly reached the sixth floor.

Mu Qingqing didn't see Quan Fu Yi many times, and he gave her the impression that he wanted to be a loving father at first, but then he was always very serious.

Unsmiling, indifferent as frost.

Perhaps, he will smile when facing others, but at least, he is expressionless when facing her.

From the bottom of her heart, she is afraid of Quan Fuyi.

There was almost no movement in the corridor on the sixth floor, and even the sound of the air conditioning fan could be heard, as well as the sound of her and the man walking.

The man walked forward with a blank face, and when he reached a hospital room, he stopped.

"Mr. Kwon is inside, you go in alone. The man said.

He led her to the door, and with that, he left the room and walked back.

Mu Qingqing watched his figure disappear into the corridor, and then, she stared at the door number for a long time.

Slowly raised his hand, wanting to knock on the door, but his heart was like a little rabbit, jumping non-stop.

Quan Fuyi also talked to her alone back then, and this time, it must not be too nice to say.

She was mentally prepared, but when she really had to face it, she was still nervous.

However, what should come will come after all.

The fist knocked lightly on the door, and the wooden door made a "thump" sound.

When I knocked a second time, everyone inside heard it.

The door was opened by Zhang Rong.

Mu Qingqing was surprised to see Zhang Rong. She didn't expect that Zhang Rong was also here.

In her impression, the later Zhang Rong and Quan Fuyi were incompatible.

Zhang Rong is still the same, dressed in a blue cheongsam, dignified and elegant, not shocked, as if she was the same as the first time she saw her thirteen years ago.

At that time, she was thrown to the ground by Quan Zichen, Zhang Rong would gently dust off the soil on her body for her, and said very gently: "Mu Qingqing, are you okay?" Come on, get up, your clothes are dirty. ”

Isn't it, the more beautiful the rose, the more thorny it is.

Mu Qingqing raised her eyelids and looked at Zhang Rong quietly.

Zhang Rong also stared at her twice, without any special expression. Then, she said lightly: "Come in." ”

Mu Qingqing felt that Zhang Rong was a person who was very good at restraining her emotions, and she could never see her emotions on her face, let alone try to guess her thoughts.

Entering the ward, Mu Qingqing saw Quan Fuyi sitting on the sofa at a glance.

It was the first time she had met Kwon after three years.

Because of the torture of illness, Quan Fuyi has aged a lot, and there is no blood on his face, but his deep eyes are still as sharp as a blade.

She shuddered as his gaze swept over her.

Mu Qingqing didn't dare to look directly into Quan Fuyi's eyes, so he lowered his head.

Soon, Zhang Rong closed the door of the ward and walked to the sofa.

Mu Qingqing didn't know how to speak, so he called out calmly, "Uncle, Auntie" as before.

"Sit. Zhang Rong pointed to a spot beside her.

Mu Qingqing sat down, and Zhang Rong put the tea that had been poured in front of her.

"Thank you. Mu Qingqing bowed.

Between her and them, there are probably only these politenesses left.

"I came to you, I didn't mean anything else, I just had something in my heart and wanted to talk to you. Zhang Rong opened her mouth first.

Mu Qingqing was a little restrained, and the atmosphere at this time was extremely tense, as if even the air was permeated with unease.

In order to hide her apprehension, Mu Qingqing picked up the teacup and listened to Zhang Rong's words quietly.

"Mu Qingqing, what kind of person do you think Xiao Chen is?" Zhang Rong said lightly.

She sat next to Quan Fuyi, staring at Mu Qingqing's face.

This girl is getting more and more beautiful, but around Quan Zichen, there is no shortage of beautiful women.

Mu Qingqing's every move fell in her eyes, and she refused to let go of every detail of her.

As soon as she said this, Zhang Rong saw Mu Qingqing drooping her eyelids and only staring at the tea in her hand silently.

In a transparent glass, green tea leaves swirl and float, slowly unfolding in the hot water.

"In my eyes, he's uniquely good. Mu Qingqing's tone was indifferent but solemn.

In this life, you will always meet many people, some of whom can take their place, but some of them are unique.

Since the death of her father and mother, Quan Zichen has become her unique.

"Then what kind of wife do you think a person like Xiao Chen should marry?" Quan Fuyi's tone on the side was very calm.

Mu Qingqing has thought about this question many times, and the answer in her heart should be the same as Quan Fuyi.

"A woman with a good family background, good looks, sensible and generous, gentle and elegant. Mu Qingqing said truthfully.

She is an orphan, she is destined not to have a complete home, and she is destined not to have a good background.

For this one alone, she lost.

She also has a small temper, not gentle, imperfect, and as for appearance, like her, it abounds.

She couldn't find any merit in herself, so she knew in her heart that she was not worthy of Quan Zichen.

"Then what do you think you occupy?" asked Quan Fuyi very bluntly.

"I don't have anything. Mu Qingqing said lightly.

"I heard from the servants of the Quan family that Xiao Chen spoils you very much, and sometimes, even the soup will be served to you well. ”

"Yes. Mu Qingqing did not deny it.

Quan Zichen is good to her, she knows.

"But do you know that he is very tired from work, and he has to worry about the affairs of the group, big and small?"

"I know. ”

He's busy, she knows.

"But what did you share for him?"