Song Yishu never returned.

Mu Qingjiang didn't want to care about it, but if she didn't know, forget it, and watched Song Yishu go downstairs beside her......

She sighed, soft for her heart.

She took out her mobile phone to call Song Yishu.

But the phone has been missed.

After thinking about it, Mu Qingjiang opened the notebook, and his fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard.

Soon, she located Song Yishu's position.

Song Yishu is not in NTU, she is in the process of telling the move, and according to her route-

The destination is ...... Seaside?

Mu Qingjiang twisted her eyebrows, thought about it, she got up and went downstairs and left the library.

She didn't see Yan Chang'an, but she saw Yan Weiwei.

Yan Weiwei was saying something to the little girl next to her, her eyebrows fluttering. When he saw Mu Qingjiang, he instantly looked over, and his face, which was still happy just now, sank instantly.

Those eyes seemed to be trying to eat people.

Mu Qingjiang raised his eyebrows slightly.

When she debunked Yan Weiwei in the morning, she didn't hate it as much as she does now.

And what did she do?

She couldn't figure it out either.

However, she ignored Yan Weiwei's resentful eyes, walked directly towards the south gate, and took a taxi to follow Song Yishu's position.

"Master, hurry up." Mu Qingjiang said: "Money is not a problem. ”

"Howler!" Hearing this, the taxi driver instantly sped up and replied very briskly.

Seeing that it was the seaside, Mu Qingjiang didn't have to think much about it to know what location it was.

After all, it was said in the original plot that Song Yishu and Yan Changan met for the first time at the beach.

Closer to the sea, the air became moist and the wind smelled salty.

Mu Qingjiang paid two hundred yuan directly and got out of the car with the taxi master's happy expression.

It's an undeveloped stretch of coast, but the scenery is nice.

Mu Qingjiang stepped on the beach, but he didn't see Song Yishu.

But that's where she stands.

Mu Qingjiang had a bad premonition in his heart, and walked over with his eyebrows, only to find a small bag on the beach.

It was Song Yishu's, and her mobile phone was placed on the edge.

She immediately looked into the sea—

I could vaguely see a struggling whiteness on the blue sea.

Without hesitation, she ran over there.

She knew that novels generally had the law of immortality of the heroine, but Song Yishu's suicide was not in this time period, and she was also worried about accidents.

When she caught Song Yishu, Song Yishu was still sensible.

Song Yishu was lighter than expected, Mu Qingjiang could hold it with one hand, but in the face of her rescue, Song Yishu chose to resist.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Song Yishu's black hair was clinging to his face, and even his lips were pale from the cold, "Let go, let me go." ”

She didn't expect Mu Qingjiang to come to her rescue.

But she didn't want to live anymore......

It's true.

No grandmother, no children, no Chang'an...... She didn't know what the meaning of her life in this world was.

"Shut up!"

Mu Qingjiang twisted his eyebrows and scolded angrily.

Song Yishu's body was too poor and her strength was too small, so it was useless for her to resist.

was taken to the beach by Mu Qingjiang.

The warm sunlight poured down, but Song Yishu was cold from body to heart.

Neither spoke.

"You shouldn't have come."

Song Yishu's voice was very soft, and as the wind entered Mu Qingjiang's ears, her dark eyes looked at the sky emptily.

Mu Qingjiang ignored her, and instead said, "Your body will fall into the root of the disease, and it will be very uncomfortable when you get old." ”

Song Yishu had just had a miscarriage for more than a week, and he soaked in the icy seawater, which hurt him a lot.

"Huh."

Song Yishu chuckled, his voice fluttering like a cloud, "Do I still have a future?" ”

She was really, confused and desperate.

I don't even know who to hate.

Mu Qing Jiang? Mu Qingjiang didn't do anything to hurt her substantially, Chang'an didn't love her, she knew it for a long time.

Yan Weiwei? Yan Weiwei sent a photo, but it was Yan Chang'an who was gullible.

Even the child, she thinks it's because she's not in good health.

She can't complain about Yan Chang'an until now, she knows that Chang'an doesn't love her, but she still marries him without hesitation.

It's her choice.

From the beginning, she chose the wrong one.

Song Yishu was stubborn and blamed everyone for her own faults.

"Of course." Mu Qingjiang's voice came, interrupting her thoughts.

But Song Yishu didn't take it to heart, she laughed at herself, "I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning, I was wrong seven years ago......"

Seven years ago, she was saved by Chang'an in this place, and since then, she has fallen in love with that elegant and noble teenager.

Her tears fell uncontrollably, "I, I shouldn't, shouldn't ......" I have to marry Chang'an.

Mu Qingjiang would not be comforting, she silently reached out and patted Song Yishu's shoulder.

"Song Yishu, you've already died once."

"From now on, your life is mine. You're okay with that, right? Mu Qingjiang's words were not to be ignored, and he had no intention of discussing with Song Yishu at all.

Song Yishu was stunned, forgot about his tears, and looked sideways at the girl lying beside him.

She is really good-looking, with a near-perfect side face, a high nose bridge, and curly eyelashes.

"I ......"

She opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

"That's it." Mu Qingjiang said directly: "From now on, you are my person, OK?" ”

"But ......"

"Nothing, the only thing I ask you is to stay away from the Yan family."

At the mention of the word "Yan", Song Yishu became gloomy again, and she whispered: "If you don't say it, I won't get close to them again." ”

She couldn't control the surging love for Yan Changan in her heart.

She has loved Yan Changan for so many years without hesitation, and that was her entire youth.

In her youth, Yan Changan is the most dazzling color.

"Good." Mu Qingjiang was very satisfied, and jumped up from the beach, "Let's go." ”

Song Yishu didn't speak again, got up silently, and followed behind Mu Qingjiang.

Both were a bit embarrassed.

The hair skirt was wet, and there was uncleaned sand on the skirt and in the hair.

Walking on the road, I found that it was relatively remote and there were no cars.

Mu Qingjiang paused, picked up her mobile phone and called the housekeeper, asking her to arrange a car to pick her up.

She then sat directly on the side of the road, looked at Song Yishu who was standing crampedly on the side, and even beckoned, "You're welcome, sit." ”

Song Yishu: "......"

She hummed and sat beside Mu Qingjiang obediently.

Then he asked, "How do you know I'm here?" ”

"I didn't answer your call."

Song Yishu was even more puzzled.

Mu Qingjiang shrugged, "What did you forget about our profession?" It was a little bit of a trick. ”

Song Yishu pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

Even Mu Qingjiang, who has nothing to do with her, can come to her, but Chang'an ......

Song Yishu threw this thought out of his mind.

"Thank you, thank you."

Her voice grew lower.

Mu Qingjiang casually pinched a dog's tail grass and wiped it with his hand and put it in his mouth, and suddenly changed from a down-and-out princess to a daughter.

She said casually: "Since you are my person, then work for me in the future." ”

After a pause, she added, "Don't worry, it's a salary." ”