Chapter 902

The rain outside the window is continuous, and the blue gray sky seems to be heavy and about to press to the ground, which makes people full of suffocating fear, but can not penetrate.

Mu Qingqing turns to look out of the window, but the glass window full of raindrops can only reflect his cold face. Talking about his mood, he is full of five flavors.

"Here we are..." after a long time, Cheng Xi, sitting in the driver's seat, began to remind Mu Qingqing that it was more than 40 minutes' drive from the company to the cemetery, but also because of the difficulty of the rainy Road, he delayed a few minutes.

"Well."

Mu Qingqing faintly issued a short syllable. Her heart twitched violently in the moment of recovery. She took an umbrella in the back seat and was ready to get off the bus.

He took Mu Qingqing's wrist and worried, "do you really want to go? In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't go. I'm worried that song Yanshu will be a little excited when he sees you.

about what happened in the ward three days ago, it's not a casual chat. However, when Mu Qingqing received the news that her grandmother died of multiple organ failure the next day, the whole person collapsed in an instant. She took all these things to herself.

At that time, Mu Qingqing was sitting in Chengxi's office, celebrating the success of the bidding for plan F. MK defeated more than a dozen powerful financial groups and won this unprecedented super plan.

"I want to see my grandmother off..." Mu Qingqing's gloomy voice rubbed his strange ear, followed by a sigh and the sound of the door being closed. All this, all mixed with the patter of rain, raindrops hit the car leaves on the road, splashed everywhere, not in a mess.

The funeral was very simple. My grandparents didn't seem to have any relatives. Except for a distant cousin standing beside the old man, the only thing left was song Yanshu, standing still in the rain.

After a pause, Mu Qingqing went to the front of the tombstone and saluted.

Song Yan Shu's Yu Guang falls on Mu Qingqing's back and clenches his fist. The rain has wet the sleeves and it's freezing. The long rainy season seems to have officially begun today. The restless March is always accompanied by a humid atmosphere, which is inevitable.

"I'm sorry, I..." when Mu Qingqing stood in front of song Yan's writing, the pair of cold eyes that met her were like lifeless black holes. She had never seen song Yanshu's face, which was hard to see. The ferocious blood wound around her eyes and almost exploded.

A sentence choked in her throat. For a long time, Mu Qingqing did not think of how to comfort or explain. Who can judge whether Mu Qingqing made a contribution to the death of her grandmother that day.

"Can you fulfill grandma's last wish?" Song Yanshu suddenly opened his mouth, his deep voice almost confused with the weather.

"Well?" For a moment, Mu Qingqing did not understand the meaning of song Yanshu, and stood in the same place, without any reaction.

Song Yanshu finally turned to the side and looked into Mu Qingqing's eyes. "I'm sorry for what can be made up for. Otherwise, what's the difference between sprinkling salt on the wound?"

"You didn't apologize to me or grandma. You don't need to blame yourself. It's none of your business." Song Yanshu's tone was cold, and he refused to be seen from thousands of miles away.

Perhaps life should be softer. Mu Qingqing even regretted that she should not have refused grandma's words so frankly that day. But at that moment, only Mo Liancheng was in Mu Qingqing's mind. She had no strength to think about so many red tape things.

"I'm really sorry. I'm sorry!" The rain began to become ferocious, drop by drop heavy fall on the umbrella, issued a piercing wail. Mu Qingqing's voice was violently torn apart by the shrill sound, kneaded into the cold wind and disappeared without a trace.

With that, Mu Qingqing turned to leave the cemetery. Song Yanshu did not look back. If the scene of chasing her lover's back was superimposed on this sad funeral, it would be too sad. But even if he didn't look back, song Yanshu could still feel that Mu Qingqing was getting farther and farther away.

He tightly clenched his fist and threw his umbrella on the ground, letting the cold rain wet his hair. His eyes were filled with anger that could not be extinguished. Since he met Mu Qingqing, he always felt that their relationship was getting closer and closer.

But until today, song Yanshu understood that he had never been close to Mu Qingqing. They will always be separated by a Molian City, which is far away from the mountains and rivers.

Cruel expression, always fixed in Song Yan Shu's face.

All emotions are due to the funeral of grandma, but not necessarily related to the funeral. Sad to sad, hateful is really hate.

Mo Han, who was told that the bid failed, was furious in the office of the Mohist group. She was defeated twice in her life, and once was driven out of the house by her father. The feeling of being completely denied was disgusting. The second time also can not escape this curse, she fell in the hands of Molian City, not only did not successfully get the power of the company, but also nearly became a fugitive.

I thought everything was going to be reversed, but who knew that she was intercepted by Mu Qingqing's girl film and robbed plan F. without saying that, Mo Han lost face in front of shareholders. She had made a firm promise that plan f was sure to win, but in the end, Mu Qingqing won the first prize.There was a knock on the door, and the Secretary opened the door. "General manager Mo, director MI is here, she..."

before the voice falls, MI LAN has already entered the door directly. Mo Han waves impatiently and signals the Secretary to go out.

"You want me?" Rice blue tone is indifferent, just an ominous premonition in the heart.

Mo Han's cold eyes straight to the blue, her appearance is terrible, even blue rice all pour out a cold breath, "where is that kid?"

"What? Who are you talking about? " Mi LAN knows why and is cautious.

Mo Han beat the table fiercely, and suddenly raised his voice, "you don't pretend to be confused with me. Isn't Mo Liancheng and that cheap woman's son arrested by you? I ask you where he is now? "

Mo Han is right. Xiaochi was indeed captured by the people sent by Mi LAN. What Mo Han didn't know was that she had returned the child to Mo Liancheng before long. However, Mo Han didn't know about it, and even song Yanshu and Mu Qingqing's brother Jin Shixun didn't know about it.

All people think that Xiaochi's whereabouts are still unknown. As for the intention of Molian City, no one knows.