Mu Qingxue was silent, just a beautiful face, with some heart-warming looks.

Zhao Jingchu cautiously whispered to her: "Qingxue?"

Mu Qingxue stared at his eyes in a daze, a little addicted and a little at a loss. It's just that when her gaze gradually became clear, her gaze gradually became cold: "You go, I want to be alone for a while." ”

The eyebrows frowned slightly, and Zhao Jingchu was really aggrieved. Zhao Jingchu's mind is actually very simple, he feels that he likes Mu Qingxue sincerely, and he should get Mu Qingxue's response. In fact, in the final analysis, Zhao Jingchu is just a spoiled child, he doesn't like to be rejected and can't stand being wronged. I just liked Mu Qingxue, which made him unable to ask for it for the first time, and made him so stubborn towards her that he couldn't back down. He asked, "Qingxue, what do you mean by that?"

Mu Qingxue sat quietly on the sofa and looked at him quietly, her eyes were as deep as a dream: "Zhao Jingchu, when will you be able to grow up?"

Zhao Jingchu's thin lips pursed beautifully, and his eyes were like dazzling gems, scorching and shining: "I've grown up, Qingxue, I can take care of you." What Zhao Yunchu can do for you, I can do for you. ”

The corners of Mu Qingxue's lips were slightly mocking, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Zhao Jingchu for a moment: "Zhao Jingchu, do you think I, a person who comes to ask for help, can have any qualifications?"

Zhao Jingchu blinked his good-looking peach blossom eyes in confusion: "What do you mean ......?"

Mu Qingxue just glanced at him meaningfully, and got up to leave without saying a word.

At the moment of opening the door and leaving, Mu Qingxue paused, turned his back to him and said: "Zhao Jingchu, I know that your mother has always expected you to be able to take charge of the Zhao family, but your temperament is too simple and not suitable for this place, I advise you, when you can leave, it is better to leave here as soon as possible." ”

Zhao Jingchu's eyes became more and more gloomy, and then pale, as if he had been poured a large basin of cold water on his head in the cold winter, and suddenly took two steps back. His face was instantly pale as paper, and the disappointment of the flash of realization in his head caused him to stagger back and sit down on the sofa.

Zhao Jingchu said in a daze: "Qingxue, is it my father who has already made up his mind a long time ago, you can only marry Zhao Yunchu." And he doesn't want to be this villain, so I'm going to let you do it?"

This time, Mu Qingxue didn't answer him, just closed the door and left.

Mu Qingxue returned to Zhao Mingxuan's study again.

They looked at each other, Zhao Mingxuan's eyes were secluded and deep, as quiet as a thousand-foot cold pool, without a trace of waves: "Qingxue, have you made your choice?"

Mu Qingxue's clear and bright eyes revealed tenacity: "It's done." ”