The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing almost fell asleep in the car.

It was Yanjun who gave a sudden stop, causing her heart to beat suddenly, and she woke up in an instant.

"Yijun, are you crazy?" The girl stroked her chest.

She looked at the person in the driver's seat dissatisfiedly, then opened the door and got out of the car unhappily, and took the key back.

Yanjun hooked his lips and slipped his hands into his pockets, "You sleep like a pig, can you wake up without frightening you?"

Mu Wanqing: "..."

Her eyes opened wide, as if she was about to take Yan Jun alive, "Yan Jun, your uncle!"

He felt much more refreshed after scolding him.

Mu Wanqing turned around and went back to the rose garden, shaking his head very sharply, leaving him only a proud back.

Yan Jun shrugged, "Master Emperor raised a small wild cat, his temper is not small..."

He whistled, turned and walked away.

Steward Pan was surprised, how could Mu Wanqing come back from the class reunion so quickly.

But seeing her in a bad mood, he didn't ask much.

After Mu Wanqing returned to the bedroom, he took a hot bath and got into the bed, using sleep to pass the boring time.

Ye Yuchen is not here...

She suddenly discovered that when she was alone in the rose garden, she was a bit lonely and helpless, and she was extremely insecure.

"Lovesickness!" The little angel gloated.

But now Mu Wanqing didn't want to make a joke with him, so he only looked down at the angel's pupil without speaking.

Lovesickness...

Is it just lovesickness?

She returned to Ancheng desperately, her stepmother resented, her sister turned her back, her father was sick, and her best friend was not by her side, but she was still willing to give up treatment and come back.

In Ancheng, she is isolated and helpless.

Except for Ye Yuchen, there seems to be nothing left for Mu Wanqing's identity...

"Qinqin, don't be sad..." The little angel seemed to realize that he had said something wrong, "Wow, you still have me!"

He wanted to make his tone happy as much as possible, wanted to enliven the atmosphere, and didn't want to see Mu Wanqing so sad.

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing's feather eyelashes trembled slightly.

She was lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, and suddenly wanted to go back to the time before the heart attack...

Mu Chenghui still treats her as a baby girl. She still sings to the fullest and carefree on the stage. At that time, everything is the best.

"Ah, I really hate it!" Mu Wanqing sniffed, hating his hypocritical self the most, "Sleep to sleep!"

I don't think about anything when I fall asleep.

When the voice fell, Mu Wanqing closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, trying to get rid of everything with sleep.

Perhaps it was because of the strength of the wine, she was dizzy and fell asleep soon, and she slept very deeply, the whole body seemed to be falling into the deep valley...

Darkness, endless darkness.

The girl stood in the illusory realm, stretched out five slender white fingers, she looked forward, but her palm was swallowed by darkness, and she could barely see the outline.

There was a blue fire all around, and the breeze blew over the dust on the ground, rolling up a small black whirlpool, and the candlelight also swayed twice. The atmosphere was very strange.

The girl tried to take a small step forward. She sank deeper and deeper in the darkness. The fork in all directions made her unable to distinguish the direction. Yutou suddenly stretched out her claws to her, pinched her tightly, and tightened it hard ...

"Qinqin! Qinqin wake up!" The little angel panicked.