Chapter 672: How can it be compared to Qingwan?
"Yuanmou, you just ......" Lu Mu watched Mu Chengyu walk up the stairs before she spoke, "Why did you keep stopping me from talking just now." ”
"The purpose of you calling him here is not to let him go to see Qingwan, so that the two of them can cultivate and cultivate their relationship?" Father Lu thought much more clearly than Mother Lu, and he didn't pretend, so he only whispered, "The remarks just now are almost over, there is no need to make any more unpleasant trouble." ”
"But don't you feel bad about him treating our precious daughter like that?" Mother Lu is still a little dissatisfied.
Father Lu stared at the closed door with his eyes, and said in a quiet tone, "I don't think Qingwan will admit defeat like this, her personality is like mine, there must be a way to entrap Cheng Yu's kid." ”
"Really?" Lu Mu didn't seem to be sure, and she still suppressed some worries in her heart.
"Hmm." Father Lu nodded.
"But that little, I won't let it go easily." As soon as Lu Mu thought of Chu Jiaojiao, who made Lu Qingwan suffer and was sad, she felt that she couldn't just sit still.
"Don't make a fuss." Father Lu glanced at her disapprovingly, and continued to admonish, "No matter how you say it, our Lu family is also a famous nobleman in City B, don't ruin your reputation because of some indiscriminate people." ”
"Don't worry, I know what to do. Even if Cheng Yu likes her, it's just a freshness for a while, how could a big portal like the Mu family fall in love with her kind of play. Lu Mu said, her eyes were very disdainful.
"Don't forget, Qingwan is also an actor." Father Lu reminded.
"How can someone like her be compared to Qingwan?" Mother Lu pointed her voice and said disapprovingly, "Qingwan is our daughter, the pearl of the Lu family, where is the little miscellaneous pieces that come out of her horns can be compared, see how I clean her up, let her know the fate of offending the Lu family." ”
Lu Mu's eyes showed a glint of resentment, and she seemed to have a calculation in her heart.
After Mu Chengyu walked into the room, he saw the woman lying on the bed, he stood at the door for a long time before he raised his feet and walked over gently.
The shadow hung over the woman's demure and beautiful face, but her eyebrows were deep, and she didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully.
"Cheng Yu, Cheng Yu......" stood quietly for a while, Mu Chengyu raised his feet and was about to leave, and then suddenly there were a few shouts.
He turned around, and the sleeping woman was not awake, but her pale lips gently spat out a few words, as if trapped in a nightmare.
Striding over, he stared into her brow, his expression a little puzzled and worried.
"Cheng Yu, don't go." The woman's voice this time was clearer, falling on Mu Chengyu's ears, and it seemed to be burning to the bottom of her heart.
She was shouting his name and telling him not to leave.
"Why? Don't go......" Suddenly woke up, Lu Qingwan sat up, her face flushed with high fever, with some fear that had not yet dissipated.
"Qingwan, why are you ......" Mu Chengyu raised his hand, wanting to touch her forehead, and then the woman circled his waist.
At this moment, the fragile woman's tears fell directly, her cheek was pressed against his body, and she whispered, "Am I dreaming?" Or did you really come to see me? ”
"Well, I'm really here." Mu Chengyu replied, his voice slightly stagnant.
"Cheng Yu." Lu Qingwan seemed to have just come back to her senses, and quickly let go of Mu Chengyu, wiped her tears, and looked cold and unearthly.