When they arrived in the city, Yang Shushu kicked Yang Li out of the car and asked him to go home by himself. In the car, she fell into silence for a long time, so silent that Mu Shicang began to get nervous.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying hard to appear nonchalant, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Yang Shushu didn't look up, so she didn't notice his unusual expression. She answered absentmindedly, "Nothing, I'm just curious about what Ji Delu meant. My parents are from the northwest, not the south, and my family has been ordinary people for three generations. It's impossible for them to be related to a wealthy family like the Ji family, right?"
It was indeed this matter. Mu Shicang's fingers slowly tightened. It seemed that he had to do something.
He didn't know why, he was obviously afraid that she would find out, but he couldn't help but test her: "Maybe... his target is not your parents, but you?"
Yang Shushu was stunned for a moment. She was now sitting in the passenger seat. She reached out and tugged at his face: "What are you talking about? Who dares to snatch your wife from Master Xiao Mu?"
Mu Shicang smiled, turned around and bit her finger, then climbed up as she said, "When will Madam Xiaomu give birth to a baby for Master Xiaomu? That way he'll feel safe. Otherwise, he'll have to worry every day about whether his wife will be coveted by someone else and run away without him."
Yang Shushu paused, staring at him in astonishment for a moment, then smiled: "Little Mu Ye is actually afraid, how rare."
But Mu Shicang stared at her seriously: "Shushu, I'm not kidding. I worry about this every day. I've never been so uneasy in my life. Even when my parents passed away, I didn't experience this kind of anxiety. I need your affirmation and commitment, because I... really love you, very much. If one day you leave me, I will really go crazy."
The car slowly stopped, and he stretched out his hand to gently stroke her profile, slowly and softly, as if he was stroking an illusion that would disappear at any moment, and every movement was so cautious.
Yang Shushu was a little confused by his serious and slightly crazy look. What happened suddenly?
The previous second, her heartbeat quickened because of his sudden confession, and she thought that it might be time to make a promise, but the next second, she seemed to see the Mu Shicang she first knew.
"I... um!" Who would have thought that Mu Shicang would not give her a chance to speak. As soon as she opened her mouth, she was blocked.
This kiss was different from the previous ones. It was domineering and crazy, as if it wanted to swallow her whole. Yang Shushu was a little angry, confused as to what was going on. She reached out to push her, but her hands were restrained and pressed directly on her head. She fell straight back with the car seat, and Mu Shicang pressed down on her.
His kiss went all the way down, the madness became deeper and deeper, what did she mean by "it's okay here"? Yang Shushu saw that if she continued like this, people might watch her. Her head was tilted back, and she raised it with difficulty, wanting to touch his head with hers, anyway, her head was hard enough, but when she raised her head, she was stunned.
Mu Shicang's kiss was frantic, but one could not ignore the devout, worshipful look on his face as he kissed her with his eyes closed. What did those trembling eyelashes mean? What were the water droplets on those eyelashes?
Is it because she is still unwilling to go through the last hurdle of being a couple with him that this is the end?
It turns out that Xiao Muye——
Is this so fragile?
The original annoyance disappeared, she sighed helplessly, and said softly: "There is no need to stay here, right? It's not far from home anyway."
Mu Shicang's head, which was buried in her chest, suddenly stopped moving, but his arms around her waist suddenly tightened, and he held her tightly in front of him, as if he wanted to suffocate himself.
Yang Shushu looked down at him and joked, "With my size, I don't think I can bore you to death."
Hearing her self-mockery, Mu Shicang laughed muffledly: "It can be held in one hand, just right for me."
"..." Why did the sad and desperate atmosphere just now suddenly turn into a dirty joke told by the couple?
"Let's go home." Mu Shicang suddenly straightened up. When he looked up, he had returned to normal, but the red at the corners of his eyes could still reveal some of his previous emotions.
He pulled Yang Shushu up, adjusted the seat, and drove home impatiently. The journey that should have taken him more than ten minutes ended up taking him only five minutes to reach the parking lot of Hanhai Building.
After getting out of the car, Mu Shicang took Yang Shushu's hand and rushed home. He looked so anxious that we could no longer see Little Mu Ye smiling even when faced with a crisis.
Although Yang Shushu was a little nervous about what was going to happen, she was still amused by his appearance: "I won't run away, do you have to?"
"Of course, in case you regret it."
"What if I regret it?"
"You don't have that chance." He suddenly bent down and picked her up. At this moment, the door was opened. He couldn't wait to go into the room. The moment the door closed, the kiss had already fallen.
Mu Shicang held Yang Shushu in his arms, and the two kissed all the way from the living room to the bedroom. Mu Shicang's kiss went from overbearing to gentle, from gentle to possessive, and then from possessive to lingering and affectionate. All the kisses and skin-to-skin contact silently turned into the most gentle love.
But just when this gentleness was about to melt into water, a phone call rang, which was unpleasant. Mu Shicang glanced at it and was about to sweep the phone under the bed, but Yang Shushu saw the number on it with her sharp eyes: "Hey, it's your grandfather's phone."
"It's okay, I'll be back later."
He turned off the phone directly, but it rang again. This time, it was Uncle Liang's name that was displayed. Mu Shicang supported the bed with one hand, watching Yang Shushu directly answer his call, with a depressed and resentful look on his face.
But when he saw Yang Shushu's eyes gradually changing, he was also stunned.
Yang Shushu said into the phone: "Okay, we'll be there right away."
As he said that, he pushed Mu Shicang away, picked up Bai Gan's underwear that was lying on the bedside and started to put it on: "Your grandfather suddenly fainted and is now in the hospital."
In an instant, Mu Shicang was stunned for a moment, and then he began to put on his clothes quickly. The two of them put on their clothes as quickly as possible and rushed out of the house.
Half an hour later he was in the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, the Mu family had not yet arrived. Only Mu Shifeng, Mu Jiangfeng, Mu Shilian's wife and Chi Ling were there. Others might be on their way.
"How is Grandpa now?" Mu Shicang asked Uncle Liang.
Uncle Liang shook his head: "We don't know yet, we have to wait for the results."
"Where is Grandpa now?"
"In the ward, the doctor said not to disturb him for now."
Mu Shicang nodded gently and closed his eyes, rarely revealing a bit of haggardness. Yang Shushu gently shook his hand: "Don't worry, Grandpa will be fine."
Mu Shicang looked up at her, nodded gently, and then rested his head on her shoulder for a while. Then he slowly recovered and said to Uncle Liang, "I'll go see the doctor."
Uncle Liang nodded: "I'll take you there."
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