Mu Qingqing's tone was very calm, and the whole person seemed extraordinarily calm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info It's only when she talks about it that she gets extra lonely.

She kept walking, not taking his drink or handing him her handbag.

She followed the items on the list, one by one.

ECG, blood routine, color ultrasound......

Quan Zichen has always been by her side, although she doesn't speak, he also accompanies her silently.

After the whole process is completed, the doctor informs me to come and get the examination report tomorrow.

Mu Qingqing left the hospital silently and walked from the fourth floor to the first floor, without too much emotion on his face.

When she walked downstairs, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Quan Zichen, who had been following her.

"Quan Zichen, I don't want to go back to Quan's house."

Quan Zichen's good-looking brows furrowed: "Did my mother tell you something ugly?" ”

"It has nothing to do with your mother, I just don't want to go back to Quan's house, don't force me anymore."

Under the sun, Mu Qingqing's big eyes did not have any sparkle, they looked slightly hollow and weak, and her face was a little pale.

Quan Zichen is most afraid of her like this, it doesn't matter how much trouble she makes with him, but he is afraid that she will suddenly be quiet.

"If you don't want to go back to Quan's house, then I'll take you to Xishan, okay?"

"Not good."

"Qingqing, don't be like this, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it. Don't leave me again, there's no way I can live without you again. ”

He stepped forward and hugged her, his eyes full of tenderness and hope, his young and handsome face faded away from the cold and indifference in the sun.

With his hands around her waist, he rested her little head on his chest.

He was afraid that she would leave again, he was really afraid.

All the sadness of three years ago gradually spread, like aquatic weeds, turning around his heart, making him unable to breathe.

Mu Qingqing was silent, her little head was pressed into his arms, and she smelled the familiar and good smell on his body.

The sun shone on her, she closed her eyes, and just let Quan Zichen hold her in front of her chest.

People who came and went walked past them, and he hugged her and refused to let go.

"Quan Zichen ........"

For a long time, for a long time, she sniffled and called his name.

His name used to be the most beautiful three words in her best years, and every time she pronounced it, it was like a spring breeze transiting, setting off a little ripple in her teenage heart, just ...... But I never knew it before.

"Qingqing......" his hand wrapped his arms around her harder and harder.

Her sweet and greasy voice melted every corner of his heart.

It is said that he Quan Zichen is cold-blooded and ruthless, but who understands that he just gave all his tenderness to one person. That's it, that's it.

When the love is strong, it goes deep.

He cupped her face, bowed his head, and imprinted a deep kiss on her lips.

This kiss, like this pure sunshine, is not mixed with a little impurity, gentle and beautiful. And if the Qingming rain in the peach blossoms in March is clear and long.

The deep kiss is endless, and the entanglement is endless.

From her lips to her mouth, his kiss was still a little domineering. Because Mu Qingqing, a stupid person, was kissed by him so many times, he still didn't know how to respond.

Every time he kissed her, she was silly, sometimes blinking, sometimes closing, but that silly expression never changed.

Quan Zichen kissed her and touched her little head, becoming more and more helpless.

There is a bunch of theoretical knowledge of the little hooligan Mu Qingqing.

His kisses always have a hint of cool and sweet taste, like a freshly quenched tea in spring.

Mu Qingqing was stunned at first, but after he kissed her for a few minutes, she remembered that this was the gate of the hospital, where there were a lot of people, and there were countless pairs of eyes......

Her face turned red at once, and she wanted to lower her head into the cracks in the ground.

However, the man domineeringly clasped her little head and did not give her a chance to bow her head.

After kissing for ten minutes, Mu Qingqing was almost suffocated, and he let go of her lips: "After so many trainings, I still can't learn it." ”

"You, of course you're experienced......" Mu Qingqing gasped and glared at him.

"Don't wronged me, I'm obviously self-taught."

"Shameless." Mu Qingqing muttered quietly.

Her face still looked unhappy, but it was much better than just now.

"Qingqing, aren't you going to buy a bag or a bracelet? I'll take you to buy it. ”

Mu Qingqing pursed her lips, looking unhappy.

Quan Zichen put his arm around her shoulders and coaxed: "We will buy whatever you like, it all depends on you?" ”

Mu Qingqing still didn't speak, and Quan Zichen had no choice but to coax again: "My husband will accompany you to go shopping, and by the way, I'll buy you some gifts, okay?" ”

Mu Qingqing still didn't speak, and Quan Zichen put his arm around her shoulder: "Let's go, go shopping." ”

He opened the passenger door, sat her in, and fastened her seatbelt as usual.

When Bugatti left the hospital, it was the middle of the day, the sun was hanging lazily in the sky, and there were no clouds everywhere.

Quan Zichen drove the car to the largest high-end shopping mall in City A, he had already turned off his mobile phone, and he wanted to accompany Mu Qingqing.

When he was driving, Mu Qingqing turned his head to look at him as usual.

If she hadn't seen Zhang Rong just now, perhaps, the memories of three years ago would have slowly precipitated.

However, the fact is that she met Zhang Rong.

Zhang Rong's appearance turned out all the things buried in the dust in the depths of her memory.

There was a voice that always hovered in her ears: It was Quan Zichen's grandfather who killed your father and mother.

yes, there's no way she can forget.

This is an indelible fact.

There is no way to cross the chasm in her heart.

The sun was warm, she turned her head slightly, looking at Quan Zichen's side face, it was so good-looking, it was still the most familiar appearance......

Soon, the car drove to the shopping plaza, and Quan Zichen parked the car in the underground garage.

"Come, come down, hungry, aren't you? Let's go get something to eat first. ”

Quan Zichen took her hand very domineeringly this time, interlocked his fingers, and pulled her out of the underground garage without sunlight.

He was tall, a little more than a head taller than her.

Although three years have passed, she has grown a lot taller, but when he held her, it was like holding the little girl who said years ago.

He is willing to protect her in the palm of his hand for the rest of his life, leading her away until he is white.

Mu Qingqing pulled his hand awkwardly, and his little face turned red.

"Quan Zichen......" she called him.

"Huh?"

"You let go of my hands......"

"Don't let go."

"That's going to be said."

"Say what?"

"Say I'm a godfather......"

"......" The corners of Quan Zichen's mouth twitched fiercely, this girl can't spit out ivory from the dog's mouth.

"After all, you see, I'm a lot younger than you, aren't I?"

"Yes, yes, you are young, I am old, and my old cow eats tender grass."

However, although she said so, Quan Zichen held her hand tighter and tighter.