There was a burst of applause behind her, and Song Qinghua raised her head suspiciously, only to see the man standing opposite her, with a gentle face, and his dark eyes dyed with a little smile.

"The sound quality of the spruce wood is really extraordinary." The man was wearing a black suit and had a slightly hoarse voice.

Song Qinghua was surprised, but there was a hint of joy in his heart, "You also know how to make a violin?" ”

"I know a little bit about it."

A middle-aged man standing in front of the piano with handsome eyebrows. His long figure was erect, and in his slightly raised line of sight, a pair of deep eyes were full of light.

Song Qinghua pursed her lips, making sure that she had never seen this person, but she looked at the man's deep eyes, and the tip of her heart tightened for no reason.

"The piano is very good." The man spoke again, and Song Qinghua withdrew his fingers on the piano keys.

Song Qinghua stood up and smiled politely.

The man quickly withdrew his gaze, turned gracefully, and walked along the table of the piano shop. Every piano here is guaranteed to be handmade, and the pianos of Song's Piano Store have a fixed production every year, so the price has been high.

Song Qinghua looked over curiously, and saw him standing in front of a black grand piano and stopped, his black eyes couldn't help but look.

"I'm sorry sir."

The clerk came over at the right time and patiently explained: "This piano has already been booked." ”

The man's sword eyebrows frowned, and a trace of loss clearly flashed in his eyes.

Beckoning the clerk casually, Song Qinghua pointed to the piano in front of him and whispered a few words, and then the clerk walked over to the man standing in front of the piano again, "Sir, you can book another one." ”

"Scheduled?" The man's deep eyes narrowed, and he immediately took the clerk's order and filled in the required message, "How long do you have to wait?" ”

The clerk looked at the list he had filled out and said with a smile: "Because our pianos are all handmade, the general cycle takes forty days, if you are in a hurry, we can rush to work, but it will take a month at the earliest." ”

"Okay." The man's handsome face lifted slightly, which was regarded as recognition, "I can wait." ”

The clerk confirmed the man's phone number and told him to wait until the piano arrived, and he would definitely notify him as soon as possible.

Soon, the man pursed his lips and left, and when he passed by Song Qinghua's side, his footsteps paused slightly, nodded politely, and then left directly.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the piano shop, Song Qinghua stared at the black sedan that was slowly driving away, frowning slightly. This man seems to have studied violin making quite a lot, and seeing that his speech and demeanor are not like ordinary people, she pursed her lips and couldn't help but have some guesses.

Driving back to the villa halfway up the mountain, Song Qinghua stopped the car and walked inside.

"Ma'am, you're back." Aunt Yan stood in the courtyard and waited for her.

Song Qinghua changed his shoes, saw the empty hall, and said with a lost expression: "What about Aiyu?" ”

"Miss hasn't come back yet." Aunt Yan instructed the servants to cook.

Sighing softly, Song Qinghua sat at the dining table with gloomy eyes. She picked up her mobile phone and wanted to call Lin Qiang, but the numbers were all dialed out, and she remembered that she was not in Minghai City.

Hanging up the phone, Song Qinghua picked up the chopsticks with a calm face, barely ate a few bites, and returned to the upstairs bedroom.

Outside the window, the sky is getting darker, and the courtyard is lit up with landscape lights. Song Qinghua leaned in front of the window, looking fixedly at the agarwood tree in the courtyard, his eyes flashing.

Trees like agarwood are extremely difficult to survive in the first place. The tree had obviously withered back then, but a few years ago, new shoots suddenly appeared, Song Qinghua sighed lightly, and his mood suddenly became upset tonight.

In the evening, a white sports car drove up the mountain road, and after the car stopped steadily, Song Aiyu got out of the car with her bag and stood on the side of the road to watch the car leave. It wasn't until the car turned a corner that she couldn't see it again that she returned to the villa.

Seeing the car parked in the courtyard, Song Aiyu knew that her mother had gone home. She walked briskly upstairs, first to her bedroom, and then to the next room after changing her clothes.

Buckle -

Song Aiyu stood outside and knocked on the door, but no one answered, she pushed the door down and found that it was not locked.

"Mom!"

Song Qinghua was not seen in the bedroom, Song Aiyu turned her head and saw the light on in the bathroom. Song Qinghua heard the sound outside and responded, "I'm in the bathroom." ”

The bathroom door opened a crack, and Song Aiyu poked her head in, "Can I come in?" ”

The bathtub was full of white bubbles, and Song Qinghua beckoned to her in a gentle tone: "Come here." ”

This tone and movement are as intimate as when I was a child. The tip of Song Aiyu's nose was sour, and she pushed open the door and walked to the bathtub.

Seeing her daughter leaning on her side, Song Qinghua's eyes were warm, and for the first time since she was discharged from the hospital, Song Aiyu was willing to take the initiative to approach her, "Have you eaten?" ”

"Nope." Song Aiyu shook her head.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Song Qinghua was instantly surprised when he saw her wrist.

Song Aiyu shrank back and said in a low voice, "I accidentally injured myself." ”

"Aiyu!" Song Qinghua held her hand, her eyes were sour, "Are you still angry with your mother?" ”

Song Aiyu pursed her lips, "No." ”

The reasons for what happened back then were complicated. Song Qinghua didn't know how to talk to her, let alone how to explain it.

"Mom......" Song Aiyu lowered her head and choked up: "I never thought that I would not be your daughter!" ”

Song Qinghua moved his mouth, and his throat was sour. Thinking of Song Aiyu's pale face and falling to the ground that day, her hands and feet kept getting cold, "Aiyu, maybe my mother should have told you a long time ago." ”

Song Aiyu suddenly raised a tear-stained face, she looked at Song Qinghua with red eyes, and asked, "Mom, will you not want me?" Because you have a biological daughter, you don't want me? ”

Song Qinghua's heart suddenly tightened, she reached out and pulled Song Aiyu to her side, letting her take off her clothes and slide into the bathtub. This mother-daughter intimacy evokes the softest part of Song Qinghua's heart.

"Aiyu, it's my mother who is not good."

Song Qinghua stroked her injured wrist, her eyes were red and said, "But mother can guarantee that you will always be my daughter!" ”

"Really?" Song Aiyu asked softly with tears in her eyes.

Raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, Song Qinghua felt a lot of emotion in her heart, "Really! You will always be my daughter, and you will always be my little Aiyu. ”

"Mom-"

Song Aiyu opened her hands to hug her, and the heart she was holding on to her finally let go. Mom is the person she cares about the most, no matter who she is, don't want to take her away from her! Although Mu Liang won this game, it doesn't mean that she is the final winner!

Early the next morning, when Song Qinghua took Song Aiyu's hand and appeared in the hall of the Song Group at the same time, the surrounding discussions were boiling again.

Mu Liang walked into the hall from the side door of the parking lot, raised his head in the surrounding discussions, and happened to see Song Aiyu holding Song Qinghua's arm, and the mother and daughter walked into the elevator affectionately.

The elevator door slowly closed, Mu Liang tightened the five fingers of his leather bag, and turned around and walked to the exclusive elevator on the other side. She walked back to the office quickly, and the moment she pushed the door in, she suddenly swept something out of the corner of her eye.

"Who?"

In the swivel chair behind the desk, Song Aiyu turned around with a smile, "The scenery here is really good." ”

Mu Liang narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Song Aiyu, who let you in?" ”

"Do you need permission from someone else?" Song Aiyu hooked her lips and said with a smile: "This is also my grandfather's office, I can come at any time as long as I want." ”

Smack-

Mu Liang threw away the bag in his hand, his face turned cold, "Get out!" ”

"Angry?"

Song Aiyu shrugged, stood up unhurriedly, and walked over to her, "Mu Liang, do you think you can win me if you announce the will?" ”

"Win you?" Mu Liang sneered, "I'm not interested in winning you." ”

She wanted to move forward, but was blocked by Song Aiyu head-on.

"But I want to!"

Song Aiyu raised her face, and there was a haze in her dark vision, "Although my grandfather left you the position of equity and chairman, don't forget, my mother has never admitted that you are her daughter!" ”

"Don't get complacent too soon!" Song Aiyu's red lips pursed, raised her finger and pointed to the black swivel chair in front of her, and said in a deep voice: "Mom also has 40% of the group's equity in her hand, and it is not certain who will end up in that position!" ”

Mu Liang crossed her shoulder, walked straight to the swivel chair, and said with a smile: "But this position belongs to me now!" ”

The hands hanging by her side tightened, the cold light in the corners of Song Aiyu's eyes overflowed, she propped herself up in front of the table with one hand, lowered her face slightly, and spit out a vicious voice, "There is a question, aren't you curious?" Mom hates you so much, do you know why? ”

Hearing this, Mu Liangqiao's face sank instantly.

"Hehe-"

Song Aiyu clasped her hands around her chest, stared at her for a long time, and said, "Mu Liang, our war has just begun. ”

When the words fell, she turned around and left with a gloomy face.

War?

Mu Liang's dark eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes slid to the photo frame placed on the desk, and the corners of her mouth pursed into a straight line.

The afternoon sun was warm, and Gao Sen walked quickly into the entrance of the office building with a lunch box in his hand. He walked fast, worried that the food in the lunch box would be cold, so he didn't see the black sedan parked on the side of the road.

In the quiet carriage, Fu Dongting wore a black windbreaker and a scarf of the same color around his neck. He stared at the white fast food box that Gao Sen was holding in his hand, and his eyes darkened inexplicably.

Not long after, Fu Jinchen appeared with Gao Sen. The two of them walked to the car as they said something. Gao Sen threw the empty lunch box in his hand into the trash, and after listening to Fu Jinchen's arrangement, he turned around to do something else.

Fu Jinchen got into the car, started the engine and drove away.

Fu Jinchen's car passed by the black sedan parked on the side of the road, but the man was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention to the surrounding vehicles. In the back seat of the car, Fu Dongting saw his son's flashing face, and his eyes darkened again.

"Chairman."

When the driver saw Fu Jinchen's car leaving, he couldn't help asking, "Are we going to follow?" ”

Fu Dongting lowered the window, looked up at the floor that Fu Jinchen rented, and only retracted his gaze for a long time, and said in a gloomy tone: "Go back." ”

When the driver heard the command, he didn't ask much and immediately drove away.

"Ahem!"

On the way back, Fu Dongting coughed several times. The back of his hand was pressed against his lips, and the look on his handsome face remained tense.

Early in the morning on weekends, Mu Guoguo got up at six o'clock and refused to sleep again. Mu Liang was helpless, but he also understood the child's bottom expectations. Fu Jinchen called last night, saying that he was taking his son to the amusement park today.

Mu Guoguo's children refused to sleep, and Mu Liang naturally didn't have to sleep, so she simply got up and started making breakfast. Thinking that his son was going to the amusement park today, Mu Liang took out some of the ingredients from the refrigerator and prepared lunch.

Fu Jinchen has been so busy recently, he definitely doesn't have time to prepare these things. Mu Liang washed the vegetables and cut them all the way, and before putting them in the pot, she thought about the taste of the father and son, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Mu Guoguo smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen, and ran in with a toy, "Mom, it's so fragrant." ”

Mu Liang smiled and said, "Go wash your hands, you can have breakfast." ”

"Oh." Mu Guoguo ran into the bathroom like a gust of wind, and then ran back to sit at the dining table. Soon, Mu Liang brought out breakfast and put it in front of his son.

Mu Guoguo glanced at breakfast and couldn't help frowning, "Mom, Guoguo wants to eat." ”

Probably guessing that he would be like this, Mu Liang put the prepared lunch into the thermos box and said, "These meals can only be eaten at noon." ”

All right!

Mu Guoguo pursed her lips, reluctantly picked up the milk, and drank it with a bang.

Ding Dong――

As soon as the doorbell rang, before Mu Liang could get up, Mu Guoguo had already jumped out of the chair and opened the door, "Dad!" ”

Fu Jinchen stretched out his hand to pick up his son, and the smile in his eyes was gentle: "Do you miss your father?" ”

"Hmm." Mu Guoguo kissed him on the cheek, turned around and shouted, "Mom, Dad is here." ”

Mu Liang opened the door and said, "Come in." ”

Fu Jinchen took his son's little hand and hesitated slightly, but was pulled in by his son, "Come in for breakfast." ”

Hearing his son's words, Fu Jinchen immediately felt warm in his heart. This son has to be biological, absolutely intimate, even his father didn't eat breakfast.

Stayed up late last night to prepare a plan, and only rested almost early in the morning, Fu Jinchen really didn't have time to eat breakfast. But Mu Liang thought that he had eaten breakfast before coming, so he only prepared two.

"Uh......"

Fu Jinchen was stunned, picked up his son with an embarrassed expression, picked up his son's leftover bread, and said, "I'll just eat the fruit." ”

Gently holding his wrist, Mu Liang brought his son's breakfast with his backhand and put it in front of him. Then she stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Sweat!

The corners of Fu Jinchen's mouth twitched, thinking that he wouldn't be so stingy, right? Don't you even give him the rest of his son's breakfast?!

After a while, Mu Liang came out with a glass of hot milk, put it in front of Fu Jinchen, and handed him her own breakfast that had not been touched, and said, "You can eat this." ”

The man seemed stunned and did not move.

Mu Liang pulled up the broken hair on his forehead and explained unnaturally, "I'm not too hungry, you have to take Guoguo to play in a while, eat more." ”

"Thank you, Mom."

Mu Guoguo's child has a strong ability to observe words and feelings, he sat on his father's lap and opened his mouth with a smile. Mu Liang glanced at his son, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Although it was just a simple omelette sausage, Fu Jinchen felt that this was the best breakfast he had ever had. He hugged his son, not affecting his movements in the slightest, and quickly ate his breakfast.

Mu Guoguo stared at his father's movements with his hands on his cheeks, and his eyes were full of admiration. Wow, Dad looks super handsome at breakfast, hahaha!

After breakfast, Mu Liang took his son to change clothes first. Mu Guoguo picked up a small top hat and stood in front of the mirror to look at it, "Mom, is this good-looking?" ”

Mu Liang pursed his lips and gave him a very pertinent opinion, "Guoguo, you are going to the amusement park to play, and it is not appropriate to dress like this." ”

"What's the occasion?" Mu Guoguo blinked.

Mu Liang sighed, thinking that what he said was too profound, and his son didn't understand.

"Guoguo."

Fu Jinchen suddenly walked outside the door, pointed to the windbreaker shirt on his body, and said with a smile: "Dad thinks that you are more handsome in this way!" ”

"Really?" Mu Guoguo's child was a little skeptical, but decided to follow his father's advice.

A few minutes later, Mu Guoguo changed into jeans and a small shirt, as well as a windbreaker of the same style as Fu Jinchen, and asked Mu Liang beautifully: "Mom, is this time in line with the occasion?" ”

Poof――

Mu Liang couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and kissed his son on the cheek, and said softly: "Very consistent." ”

"Yay!"

Hearing her mother's affirmation, Mu Guoguo danced happily. Mu Liang picked the corners of his eyes, and saw Fu Jinchen with the same bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

After packing up her things, Mu Guoguo carried her bag on her back, excitedly grabbed her father's hand, and refused to let go.

Mu Liang put the lunch he had just prepared into a bag, handed it to Fu Jinchen, and said, "Give Guoguo this at noon." ”

Looking down at the bag in his eyes, Fu Jinchen's eyes flashed slightly. She must have been afraid that she would take her son to eat fast food again, so she prepared the meal.

"Okay." Fu Jinchen took the lunch box and put it back in his bag.

"Have fun." Mu Liang bent down, a little reluctant to give up his son. The little guy seemed to see through his mother's thoughts, raised his head and kissed her fiercely on the face, and said, "Mommy should be happy too." ”

My son has always been very sensible, and his conscience is warm. She got up and looked at Fu Jinchen, and advised: "Guoguo is very active, you have to watch him closely." ”

"Don't worry." The expression in Fu Jinchen's eyes was gentle, "I will take care of my son." ”

Hearing his words, Mu Liang didn't say anything more, and watched them walk into the elevator. Turning around and walking to the window, she saw her son jumping up and following Fu Jinchen's side.

Recently, every time Fu Jinchen came to see his son, Mu Liang would feel that his son was getting closer and closer to him. In fact, such a peaceful relationship is also a state, and she hopes to be able to continue.

The mobile phone on the coffee table rang, and after Mu Liang received Sheng Mingzhan's call, he sighed slightly, and then got up to change his clothes.

According to the agreed time, Mu Liang came downstairs and happened to see Sheng Mingzhan's car appear. After a while, Sheng Mingzhan parked the car in front of a bridal shop in the city center and pulled Mu Liang in.

"Hello, Mr. Sheng." The clerk saw them appear and stepped forward courteously.

Two clerks came out carrying a large picture book. Mu Liang sat on the sofa and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the exquisite wedding dresses in those picture books.

Each piece is unique, and both in terms of cut and texture, these wedding dresses are top-notch.

"Which style do you prefer?" Sheng Mingzhan raised his hand and pointed to the albums and asked with a smile.

Mu Liang was completely dazzled, and it was difficult to give an answer for a while.

"Let's take our time." Sheng Mingzhan said to the clerk.

The clerk put the album on the table, and then brought black tea and snacks, and did not bother again, but asked them to choose patiently. Mu Liang saw the album from the beginning to the end, and from the end to the end, and felt that each piece had its own characteristics.

There are more children in the weekend amusement park, and Mu Guoguo happily shuttles around her father. Mu Liang brought him to play before, but because his mother was timid, he didn't dare to play many projects.

This time, Fu Jinchen brought him here, which made his son very happy. However, the fly in the ointment is that Mu Guoguo envies other children's fathers and mothers coming together.

At noon, Fu Jinchen took his son to the rest area. He took out the lunch box in his backpack, and when he opened it, the food was still warm. A double-layered lunch box, one layer is full of rice, and the other layer is fried vegetables.

The three dishes are all his son's favorite dishes, and they are also his favorite dishes.

Fu Jinchen's dark eyes moved, and when he saw two pieces of tableware on the side of the lunch box, he was surprised, and his thin lips couldn't help but pull out a gentle arc. It turns out that this meal is not only for his son, but also for him!

"I want to eat!"

Mu Guoguo was very hungry, and when she smelled the aroma of the food, she immediately picked up the spoon and started eating. His little mouth was full and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious." ”

Fu Jinchen took out a tissue to wipe his son's mouth, held the lunch box in his hand, and asked him to eat first. This little guy has a very good appetite, and his appetite is much larger than usual, but fortunately, Mu Liang had the foresight to bring a lot of food.

"Have you eaten enough?" Fu Jinchen saw that he couldn't eat anymore, so he poured a glass of water for him.

Mu Guoguo was very satisfied, and he felt that this picnic form was fun. He used to see it on TV, but today he experienced it for himself, and he felt especially happy.

"Daddy."

After Mu Guoguo was full, she was still tired of being in Fu Jinchen's arms, "Next time we come out to play, will we take our mother with us?" ”

Fu Jinchen put the still warm dish into his mouth, and the taste in his heart was sweet, "Definitely." ”

He held a lunch box in his hand, and felt cautious with every bite. Although he knew that today's preferential treatment was all because of his son, he still felt satisfied and comforted in his heart.

This rare harmony gave him hope. Liangliang, this time, let's take a different approach. He's going to do it another way, to get closer to her heart again!

There were tourists passing by, and everyone saw the handsome father and son sitting in the rest area, and they stopped sideways. Mu Guoguo likes to sell cuteness the most, and when he saw someone stop and look at him, he suddenly stood up extremely handsomely and put on all kinds of cute expressions.

Fu Jinchen packed up his lunch box, and when he turned around, he saw his son standing on the bench, frowning at the girls passing by. He only felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, and at the same time he was secretly frightened.

Worst! Is this habit of hooking up with people also inherited?!

In the haute couture wedding dress shop, Sheng Mingzhan leaned back against the sofa and had already drunk two cups of black tea. He put down his glass and turned his head to look at the frowning man beside him.

"Still can't choose?" Sheng Mingzhan teased with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Liang's eyes moved, and he said dejectedly: "It's so difficult to choose." ”

Picking up a cup of black tea and handing it to her, Sheng Mingzhan lifted his watch and said softly: "Don't worry, we have a lot of time today." ”

The man's slender fingers were dry and powerful, and Mu Liang's eyes suddenly moved. In the past five years, these hands have brought her a lot of warmth, which she can't forget.

Mu Liang sighed faintly, his dark eyes sinking slightly. Sheng Mingzhan deliberately concealed his illness last time, was it because he was not good enough, so he was so tempted? !

"Ming Zhan," Mu Liang returned his hand to hold Sheng Mingzhan's palm and asked him, "On the day of our wedding, has my aunt chosen it?" ”

The man's restrained eyes obviously flashed a trace of surprise, "My mother is still choosing, do your parents have any opinions?" ”

"Nope." Mu Liang's red lips pursed lightly.

During this time, every time Sheng Mingzhan mentioned the date of marriage, Mu Liang did not answer positively. But she took the initiative to ask today, and suddenly let his heart fall to the ground.

"Liangliang," Sheng Mingzhan raised his thin lips lightly and said with a smile: "Next weekend, you bring Guoguo over and have dinner with my mother." ”

Since you have decided to go ahead, this step will have to be faced sooner or later. Mu Liang smiled and nodded, her slightly drooping eyes were full of warm colors, she looked down at the album of the wedding dress, and her mood suddenly improved.

"This one." Flipping through the middle page, Mu Liang made up his mind.

Sheng Mingzhan tilted his head to look at it, his sword eyebrows were frivolous, "Why this?" ”

The wedding dress style selected by Mu Liang is not complicated, with a shaved shoulder upper body design, a tight skirt curve at the hem, and a fishtail style.

Hearing him ask, Mu Liang hooked his lips, and there was a girlish feeling in his eyes, "I used to like to read fairy tales, and my favorite is the mermaid princess." The little princess falls in love with the prince and is willing to drink a witch's potion for him to become a human. For many years, I wondered what kind of courage it was to make a princess endure the pain of being torn apart?! ”

Sheng Mingzhan frowned lightly, and couldn't help but ask her, "Then did you think of it?" ”

Taking a sip of black tea, Mu Liang smiled and said, "I didn't expect it!" ”

She caressed the rim of the cup with her fingers, and the expression in her eyes was gloomy for a moment.

Does this count as an exchange of hearts?

Sheng Mingzhan's thin lips were slightly hooked, and the expression on his handsome face fell silent. He gently held Mu Liang's hand, as if there was something buried deep in his heart, "Liangliang, in fact, I often had a dream when I was a child. ”

Mu Liang raised his eyebrows, "What dream?" ”

He almost forgot the content of the dream, but in the dream, there was always a name lingering. Even after so many years, Sheng Mingzhan still remembers it deeply!

"I can't remember that dream anymore," Sheng Mingzhan sighed and said dejectedly: "But I remember two words." ”

"What two words?" Mu Liang frowned again.

The corners of Sheng Mingzhan's mouth twitched, and for the first time, he confided the question in his heart in front of Mu Liang, "Stone." ”

Stone? Mu Liang was surprised, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this your nickname?" ”

"You think it's a name too?" Sheng Mingzhan's expression tensed.

Seeing his face change, Mu Liang nodded truthfully.

Mu Liang's words just confirmed Sheng Mingzhan's guess. If that's a name, whose name is it? Ever since he was a child, he had never heard his parents mention the word stone, so if it was his nickname, why didn't anyone mention it? But if it has nothing to do with him, why does it always ring in his ears?!