Chapter 32

Mrs. Mu was sleep deprived the next day. Her delicate makeup seemed to be floating on the surface of her skin. No matter how much setting spray she used, it couldn't cover up the dullness of her face.

Fortunately, she was in a good mood. When she saw her son, she went downstairs with Mu Qingliu, who was wearing a well-dressed suit, smiling.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Mu Qingliu went downstairs while putting on a Philida diamond watch on his right wrist, and replied softly, "Did I disturb you?"

"Sorry."

Mrs. Mu smiled even more, "Mom is not gossiping, but has looked up information specifically. A vegetative person cannot stand up, so Qingzi intends to use this method to deceive mom, but mom will definitely not agree."

Mu Qingliu buckled his watch smoothly, his expression was as calm as orchid, and his eyebrows were raised.

"Xiaoyin is different, he can do it."

How can he be different? Isn't he just a strange vegetative person with bubbles all over his mouth?

Mrs. Mu didn't believe it, and emphasized again with a double meaning, "He can't."

Mu Qingliu walked down the last step and looked back at his mother. The two of them were standing at different heights, but their perspectives were already at the same height.

Mu Qingliu was very sure, even unwavering, "He can."

Song Yin received half an hour of the latest morning awakening technology in the morning, lying half sideways on a multifunctional electric bed, and was pushed out by the nurse.

Song Yin only heard the two people seeming to be arguing, but it was not the kind of theoretical argument that was shouted at each other.

But it was definitely about him.

Song Yin: [What's the matter with that? I heard these two people clucking like fighting chickens early in the morning~]

Song Yin held it in for a long time and whispered, "Good morning."

Mu Qingliu's answer was delayed by a second, "How do you feel today?"

Mrs. Mu, who was well-informed, saw the clue at a glance.

His son was actually shy.

Is it true?

How could he suddenly be shy after such and such a night?

It was obviously fake.

You little brat, you still need some life experience to fight with your mother.

Mrs. Mu said, "It must be good. You blew so many bubbles last night. You are more energetic than the Feng Shui goldfish at home."

Song Yin's face immediately turned red like a ripe apple.

Mu Qingliu was about to open his mouth, but Mrs. Mu was one step ahead, "Okay, okay, you have to attend the monthly meeting today, don't be late."

She reached out and pushed her son's straight back, "I've never seen a CEO of a company more leisurely than you. With your father's management level, he has to go to the company three times a week. I don't know how you dare."

Mu Qingliu turned around to look at Song Yin.

Mrs. Mu felt more and more that her son was too old to be kept. Her heart and eyes were full of her little vegetable daughter-in-law. How could she have the nerve to interfere ?

"Okay, I'm very free anyway. If the new daughter-in-law takes a day off to accompany me, will anyone in the whole capital dare to fire him?"

She said, "Are you still worried?"

Mu Qingliu nodded, "Indeed."

Without waiting for Mrs. Mu to show her anger.

Mu Qingliu continued, "I'm actually more worried about you, mother."

Send Mu Qingliu away.

Mrs. Mu rubbed her palms together, and walked towards Song Yin, who had a calm face, and took a close look at the gap between Song Yin's slender neck and collar.

Clean and dry.

There was not even a strawberry mark.

Huh huh huh o(￣ヘ￣o＃)

Brat, the old ones are still the best.

Besides, this little vegetable has never complained about back pain, it's really like two kids playing house - fake.

Mrs. Mu poked Song Yin's cheek with her finger. It's good to be young. The skin is always moist and tender, and the collagen is off the charts.

Song Yin said, "Mom... I should go to work."

[Only at this time, a miserable office worker who is deeply involved in the battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can feel how useful the excuse of going to work is. 】

【Hehehe~】

Are you pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth? He is not stupid.

Madam Mu said, "I haven't been back to China for a long time, about five or six years. Qingzi said that you are a native of Beijing. Today I want to go to a few places and you can accompany me."

【(ˉ▽￣～)Tsk~~】

【Is this woman kidding me? 】

【I have to see the road first! 】

Madam Mu temporarily tolerated his disrespect and said with a smile, "I have decided. Let's go now."

Regardless of how many complaints Song Yin spit out, Madam Mu's car was already ready. Two strong bodyguards came over and one of them picked up Song Yin.

【It's over!! Σ(⊙▽⊙"a】999+

[With such a strong feel, is this woman planning to take advantage of Mu Qingliu not being at home, find a sack and put it on my head, and throw me into the Ring Canal?]

Mrs. Mu had already gotten into the car, and said to Mu Qingliu's personal driver, "How does your master usually deal with these annoying bubbles?"

The driver didn't dare to say anything more, and directly opened the car window. Countless bubbles gushed out and rushed to the sky.

In fact, the driver had some more words, which were also suppressed in his heart and he dared not speak out.

That is...

the young lady It will attract lightning! Madam! You must not act rashly. Mr. Mu has been struck by lightning several times and almost... cough cough cough~

I dare not say it, I really dare not say it.

Madam Mu will not take Song Yin to the moat specifically. She has not returned to China for such a long time, and her connections in Beijing have long been sparse. However, there are still a few very good friends who need to meet each other.

Madam Mu's high school belongs to the famous aristocratic school in Beijing. Those who can study there are either rich or noble.

Some people look sincere, but in fact, their hearts are more porous than pineapples.

Fortunately, Mrs. Mu has always been an expert in identifying bitches. She picked out those hypocritical things and made several close friends from a group of wealthy ladies. They called themselves the Five Sisters of Qixuan Girls. As

soon as Mrs. Mu and Song Yin stepped into the door of the club, four beautiful women of different shapes surrounded her. Many years have passed, even if some of them have lost contact several times, when they finally met each other, they were still quite moved by the scene.

Especially Mrs. Mu is the boss of the five golden flowers in secret. She is particularly unrestrained and uninhibited in places where Mu's father can't see. She is the spiritual idol of several pampered young ladies since childhood.

Several close friends first hugged and talked with Madam Mu eagerly, and brought their daughters to greet Madam Mu.

Finally, the group saw that Madam Mu's bodyguard was holding a strange boy in his arms. He looked quite handsome, but he was always in a sleeping posture.

The sisters suddenly fell silent.

In fact, the whole capital had already gone crazy, saying that Mu Qingliu was possessed by a demon, and he didn't choose between handsome men and beautiful women, but married a disabled vegetative person home.

Moreover, people all over the capital secretly bet that this little vegetative person was probably the result of a secret deal between the Song family and the Mu family, and when the time was right, Mu Qingliu would definitely abandon this vegetative person.

Speaking of Mu Qingliu.

The noble ladies and celebrities present all showed strong envy and admiration in their eyes.

Just ask, who in this world would not like and admire a man who is rich, handsome, stylish, and never messes around, and whose family background is as vast as a mountain range?

Song Yin: [I don’t know what this bad guy Mu Qingliu is thinking. He actually threw me to a group of women to discuss and hid himself far away.]

All the women in the living room were silent.

Mrs. Mu smiled and calmed everyone down, "Don't worry, it's not a ghost or witchcraft, he's just like that, don't pay attention to him, you'll get used to it after a while."

The girlfriends and their girlfriends patted their chests, took a deep breath and said, "In fact, we also heard that Qingliu was confused for a moment. For a man like him, there are so many beauties in the world, why did he choose a crooked-necked vegetable?"

Song Yin: [Good guy, I shouted good guy! ]

[No wonder you had to take me out today, it turns out that you found a group of people to collude and want to put eye drops in me. ]

Song Yin took a breath and said, "Mom... I remembered that the gas stove at home was not turned off."

Mrs. Mu saw that Song Yin was showing signs of discomfort.

In fact, how can a vegetative person have any expression?

She said to the bodyguard, "Don't always hold him standing, bring in the wheelchair and let Xiaoyin change his posture a little."

The bodyguard immediately did so, and after putting Song Yin in the wheelchair, everyone could see Song Yin's face clearly.

In fact...

it's a bit good-looking, not that ugly.

A noblewoman teased Madam Mu, "I told you a long time ago that Qingliu has been too righteous since he was a child. He is not a steed that anyone can tie down. He needs to be given a childhood sweetheart. When he grows up, he can fall in love and have children, and he won't cause you so much trouble."

Another one said, "Why didn't Qingliu have a childhood sweetheart when he was a child? He went to the same elementary school as her. There was a granddaughter of the steel tycoon and a little daughter of the Zhongxie Group who followed him around and called him brother every day."

It would have been better if they didn't mention it.

Mrs. Mu sighed, "My son is too naive. When he was 4 years old, he went to primary school. When he was 10 years old, he went to junior high school. Every day, he came back with a bag full of love letters."

"I have never seen so many love letters in my life."

"I asked him at that time, since he didn't plan to have a girlfriend, he should just find a place to throw away the love letters."

"Guess what he said?"

Mrs. Mu smiled lightly, "He said that although he couldn't accept the other party's feelings, he didn't want to hurt the other party's self-esteem. He had expressed his thoughts before accepting the love letters, and then burned the love letters in the backyard of his home and planted roses in the soil."

"This child is somewhat romantic."

[Isn't it because he didn't want to bother, so he chose the most destructive method? ]

Mrs. Mu's French manicure was gorgeous and luxurious, and she burst her bubbles of complaints in front of everyone, as if no one could affect the tall image of her son in her heart.

The atmosphere eased for several minutes.

The other ladies dared to say something, saying, "Master Mu is so outstanding, it's such a waste to marry a vegetable!"

[I don't mind at all that you take him back, or give Mu Qingliu a shelter of love. ]

If Mu Qingliu is emotionally apathetic, Song Yin is definitely not bad.

In his heart, the word "like" is still a very vague perception.

What is like? Is it

more important to be healthy? !

[After I recover, I will definitely...]

Mrs. Mu regretted bringing the little vegetable to seek excitement. She thought to herself, why didn't anyone bring up a topic that hits the nail on the head, so that the little vegetable would know that my son is a charmer.

There are simply too many people who want to marry Qingzi.

Song Yin listened for a long time and thought seriously about these topics.

According to the way of thinking of science and engineering men who like to study logic, Song Yin came to a conclusion.

[You think Mu Qingliu is aloof from the world, and there are always countless beauties around him, but he never falls in love. ]

[I think...]

[That's because Mu Qingliu likes men. He is gay, so he is definitely not interested in girls. ]

[You can find some good-looking boys to try, and I guarantee that Mu Qingliu will like them. ]

[A thousand-year-old demon monk will also have worldly desires, right? 】

The living room fell into a slump again.

A noblewoman said, "Why don't you invite your daughter-in-law out for a drink? It feels like we are no longer on the same channel."

No, we are not in the same attack zone at all.

Mrs. Mu pressed her painful temples and waved to the bodyguard, "Take him out to get some sun. Staying in the house all the time is not good for a vegetative body."

The bodyguard received the order and pushed the wheelchair to take Song Yin to the lawn outside.

Song Yin was still wondering.

[I was just listening to them very seriously, why did they suddenly kick me out! ]

[I also want to hear about Mu Qingliu's past anecdotes, you people are so stingy! I finally got to eat the rich melon, but you don't even let me eat it to my heart's content! ]

[╭(╯^╰)╮]

The bodyguard didn't dare to answer his inner voice, and only asked, "Mr. Song, do you need some water?" After

complaining about so many bubbles in his heart, it's about time to drink water, right?

Song Yin was very thirsty.

The bodyguard pushed him to a cool place. Only members can enter here. Ordinary people can't enter at all. After looking around and seeing that there was no danger, he went upstairs to get drinks.

He waited for a minute and came back.

The wheelchair and the little vegetable had all disappeared.

Mu Qingliu was in a boring meeting. Everyone could see that he was extremely impatient, but the process had to be completed.

After all, the chances of catching him in a month were very few.

Without waiting for Mu Qingliu to interrupt his lengthy report, his mobile phone kept ringing as if it had been blown up.

"Sorry."

Mu Qingliu politely paused the meeting and turned on the video, "Mom..."

In the center of the huge screen, Mrs. Mu's big eyes were clearly seen with fear.

Everyone at the meeting heard her shouting with a throat-breaking voice.

"Let me make it clear in advance that it was definitely not me who did it. You have to forgive your mother first."

"Your wife is gone!! "