Mu Qingyi's last sentence was a trap, or it could be said that Mi Chun had been setting the trap from the beginning, but later Mu Qingyi joined in, and soon after Mu Shuya followed suit. Although the other men did not speak, they did not seem to object.
Seeing everyone like this, Yang Shushu could only look at Old Master Mu and said, "Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to help you organize your birthday party, but you also know that with my background, how can I organize your birthday party well? You should choose someone else."
Old Master Mu, who had been watching coldly, finally opened his eyelids like a living person and looked at her. The old man looked old and bony, but his eyes were sharp and bright. Even when he looked at people without exerting any effort, he looked awe-inspiring. Every time Yang Shushu met those eyes, she was inexplicably frightened, as if she was actually a ghost who had come back to life and was discovered by the King of Hell.
She instinctively wanted to avoid that gaze, but she pinched her fingers hard and met it motionlessly. After staring at it for nearly a minute, the old man finally spoke: "Since no one objects, you can take it."
When the old man opened his mouth, it was like an imperial decree. Yang Shushu looked up some memories about Old Master Mu from her previous life. There were not many, but there were quite a few rumors. It was said that this old man was a one-man show. Whether it was the company or the family, he had the final say. Except for his grandson Mu Shicang, who might change his mind, no one else could change his mind.
So, Yang Shushu looked at Mu Shicang, but he seemed not to feel her pleading gaze, which made her so angry that her teeth began to chatter again.
Looking at the expressions of gloating on everyone's faces, Yang Shushu knew that this was definitely not a good job. At this time, her second aunt Ma Qing, who looked jealous and regretful, looked more amiable.
I was given a task for no apparent reason, and it was a thankless task.
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Yang Shushu and Mu Shicang went from Old Master Mu's place to their residence. Along the way, there were willow shades and flowers, and the stone path was quiet and elegant. If they were a normal couple, walking hand in hand on this path, there would be an indescribable romance.
But alas, they are not normal!
"Why didn't you refuse it for me?" Yang Shushu followed Mu Shicang and questioned him, "Aren't you afraid that I'll embarrass you? I've never hosted a banquet before. If it doesn't go well, it won't only embarrass me, but you too, right?"
Mu Shicang was walking in front and suddenly stopped. Yang Shushu braked suddenly, but still bumped into his back. His back was as hard as a steel plate, almost breaking her nose. Coupled with the frustration she had just suffered in the main house, her critical point collapsed instantly. She raised her hand and pushed Mu Shicang: "What are you doing? Are you trying to murder me? What's the grudge?"
Three consecutive questions, each one louder than the last, fully expressed Yang Shushu's mood at the moment.
Mu Shicang turned around and looked at her steadily, his eyes slightly narrowed behind the lenses, and a dangerous aura emanated from him. Yang Shushu's sensory nerves were very sharp and she felt it immediately, but she was so angry that she didn't know what fear was. She just raised her neck and rushed towards him.
But just when she thought he was going to strangle her again, he actually smiled again, and his smile was particularly tender and affectionate: "Yang Shushu, your acting is very good. I was fooled by you before. I really thought you were soft mud. Today I really know that you are not soft mud, but a hard stone."
Yang Shushu was stunned, and the thought that flashed through her mind instantly was: It's over, I've been discovered.
But then, another ray of light flashed by, and then there was a particularly smooth slope in front of her, so smooth that it seemed as if she could slide down it by herself.
Yes, how could it not go smoothly? I was just worrying about how to hide my unreliable personality when someone brought me a pillow. I would be sorry for myself if I didn't take advantage of the situation.
Ah! She is not a donkey, she is a beautiful woman down the slope.
So, Yang Shushu happily took the "pillow" handed to her by Mu Shicang and rolled down the "slope".
"Haha, I'm afraid that if I continue to act like this, you Mu family will play me to death."
Mu Shicang's silence was like a black cloth that covered the sky and the earth. Yang Shushu felt that everything around her seemed to be cold and stagnant. She slowly put her hands behind her back and clenched them tightly, ready to punch out as long as Mu Shicang moved.
Although his body was very flexible now, the moves he had learned from the martial arts master when he was working part-time and studying were still fresh in his mind. He must not let him have the chance to pinch his neck again.
Yang Shushu raised her head and looked at Mu Shicang. Through the lenses, she could see the cold hatred in his eyes. It was obvious that he wanted to kill her, but he just wanted to smile. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, making him look like a psychopath who had a seizure.
"Hehe... hehe... Yang Shushu, you really surprise me. However, I'm a little curious..."
He deliberately dragged out his voice, which had a kind of annoying charm. Yang Shushu couldn't help swallowing and didn't respond to him.
"Since you've been acting all this time, why did you commit suicide? You don't look like someone who can't handle this."
As he spoke, he extended his hand again. Yang Shushu took a big step back and glared at him with a warning look: "Don't touch me again. I committed suicide... I committed suicide because I loved Brother Ling too much. His sudden disappearance made me very sad, but I regret it now."
If this reason was applied to the original Yang Shushu, it wouldn't seem out of place, but when applied to the person in front of him, something just felt a little off. Mu Shicang ignored her and took two steps forward. Yang Shushu retreated again, and his voice became louder, warning: "I'm telling you, don't come near me again, or I'll be rude to you."
In Mu Shicang's eyes, Yang Shushu used to be a bug that could be easily squeezed and had no temper at all. But now Yang Shushu seemed to have suddenly become a rabbit. She looked weak and could be bullied, but she would bite people when she was angry. He was even a little curious about what she would look like when she bit people.
So, he took another step forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her shoulders to stop her from retreating. But the moment he stretched out his hand, Yang Shushu suddenly got ahead of him and grabbed his wrist with both hands. Her petite body pulled his hand and turned it behind his back. Then, he felt his arm being pinned behind his back, and something was pressing against his waist tightly.
This simple grappling technique couldn't subdue him, not to mention that her small body had no strength at all. He was just a little curious about where she learned this technique.
So he asked.
She said, “I learned from TV.”
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