Chapter 669

I don't know if the Mu family has forced Mu Qing to go on a blind date recently. Mu Wensheng has given up on him now. It's estimated that he won't even care about his marriage.

Does Mu Qing have any connection with that fox spirit? Will he marry her?

Zhao an an is full of questions, but there is no one to help her answer, stuffy she can't breathe.

Zheng Jing hid aside and saw Zhao an walking back and forth on the path leading to MuQing apartment. He was very tired for her.

This wench is also really dead hearted, how don't agree to marry with wood green? Looking at this situation, it's clear that I like MuQing, but I can't do it. I just turn around under someone's building and refuse to go up.

Isn't she very crisp? I'm careless. Like a boy, when did I become so pushy?

After waiting for more than half an hour, Zheng Jing was relieved to see that Zhao an finally went upstairs.

He couldn't help but carry Zhao An'an to MuQing's house again!

Zhao an an entered the apartment and pressed the elevator button on the 11th floor. As the elevator slowly rose, her heart beat faster and jumped up.

Out of the elevator, Zhao an stood in front of MuQing door, and then quietly put her ear on the security door. After listening for a long time, she didn't hear anything inside. She gritted her teeth, took out the key, and gently unscrewed the door lock with the softest unlocking action in her life.

With a click, the door opened.

Zhao an an has been to MuQing. I don't know how many times. He has never felt that the sound of opening the door is so loud.

As usual, she gently pushed the door open, only opened a small crack, and then kept looking in.

After watching for a while, there was no wood green in it.

Zhao an was a little bold. She put the key back into her backpack, gently pushed the door open and crept in.

Is Mu Qing really not at home?

There was an unspeakable disappointment in Zhao An'an's heart.

She did not give up to push the door of MuQing's bedroom, a sleeping figure on the bed came into her eyes, the disappointment in her heart was immediately replaced by surprise, and her lips unconsciously showed a smile.

He seems very tired, just opened the door a little loud, did not wake him.

Zhao An'an walked to the bed and sat down. He looked greedily at the man he was thinking about day and night and at his handsome sleeping face. He had unspeakable happiness and satisfaction in his heart.

Originally, is she so easy to satisfy?

In the past, Mu Qing swayed around her all day, but she didn't like him. Now she can't see him. Grandma sternly prevented her from disturbing Mu Qing again. On the contrary, she thought it was happy to even look at him?

Zhao an wants to slap herself. She's useless! Sometimes I don't cherish it well. When I'm going to lose it, I don't want to be shameful to find someone else.

However, she felt that she was shameless, at least she could see MuQing!

It's over ten now. Why is he still sleeping?

Are you sick?

Zhao an's Distressed hand gently touched Mu Qing's forehead.

It's not hot. I don't think I'm sick.

Did you stay up late yesterday?

Otherwise, he would have got up early, and he would not have been sleeping so heavily even after ten o'clock.

Zhao An'an just sat by the bed and looked at Mu Qing quietly.

The bright sunlight, shining through the clean glass window, spread all over the bedroom.

The bedroom decoration style is completely according to Zhao An'an's preferences to decorate, some luxurious, some warm.

Zhao an asked Zhao Zhao to bring back the beautiful and expensive crystal chandelier on the ceiling, which was robbed by Mu Qing and installed in his bedroom.

This kind of chandelier is not suitable to be installed in the bedroom, but in the spacious living room. However, MuQing is not willing to install it in the living room. He said that he usually stays in the bedroom for the longest time, so he should install her chandelier in the bedroom, so that even if she is not with him, he can have a little comfort.

On the cupboard at the head of the bed, there are two cubs in their arms. This is what MuQing bought for her when they were in love 11 years ago. She only liked it for two days, and then she abandoned it because it was too childish. MuQing picked it up, washed it, and then put it on the head of the bed all the time. He said, "this is us. We can't lose it any more.".

On the white curtains, there are all kinds of pigs that she painted so ugly that she couldn't bear to look directly at them. MuQing washed them several times but didn't wash them off. Later, he said, the more they look like you, the more they look like you, so don't wash them.

Everywhere are her traces, everywhere are her memories with him, beautiful and addictive.

Wood green is still deep asleep, don't know a woman, step into the room, blatantly has been staring at himself.

Zhao An'an used to think that the most beautiful person in the world was his cold and cool cousin. He was perfect all over, especially his handsome face.But now, she thinks, Mu Qing is the most handsome.

Jing Yi Chen is too cold and rational, not as human as her Mu Qing.

The sun shines on his handsome face and gives him a beautiful halo, which makes him gentle and handsome. Zhao an wants to kiss him.

Soft good-looking face, straight nose, heroic eyebrows, ruddy thin lips, even ears are very good-looking.

Zhao an unconsciously giggles.

Mu Qing is so handsome, so good at medicine, and so smart. Why do you like her?

It's normal for her to like MuQing. Does it seem a little difficult for MuQing to like her?

If only Mu Qing could sleep like this all the time and never wake up, she could watch him here all the time.

Seeing Mu Qing sleeping like a child, Zhao an was reluctant to leave.

She lowered her head and pecked on Mu Qing's lips. After fighting for a long time, she stood up and walked out of the bedroom step by step.

There was a slight sound of closing the door in the bedroom. MuQing, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. He reached out and stroked his lips. His dark brown eyes were full of happy smiles.

Without knowing anything, Zhao an walked into the living room and suddenly remembered that there was a suit of clothes in his backpack.

She took off her backpack, quickly took out the clothes wrapped in the gift box and put them on the table in the living room. Then she took out a pen from the bag, pulled a tissue from the tissue box on the table and wrote on it.

Just after finishing the last full stop, I heard a lazy voice coming from behind.

"It's different to be a headmaster. I'll write love letters to you! But are you sure you want to write with a tissue? "

Zhao an was startled, turned around and fell into a familiar and warm embrace.