Chapter 33

Mu Qingliu came very fast. When Mrs. Mu and her friends saw him coming, they felt relieved.

Speaking of Mu Qingliu's title of President Mu, there are actually many people in the entire Beijing circle, but there are very few people who can get close to him.

Today, they got the chance to see President Mu alive. Everyone present showed surprised and emotional expressions.

What a beautiful fairy flower.

Mu Qingliu comforted Mrs. Mu lightly, called the secretary, and asked the secretary to send Mrs. Mu home first.

Mrs. Mu just wanted to teach Song Yin a little lesson, telling the little vegetable that he and Mu Qingliu were not a good match, and he should let go of his outstanding son.

But her calculations today were not loud enough.

There was no sign of jealousy in Song Yin's voice.

Not a bit, from the beginning to the end.

It was as if... as if her own outstanding son was dominating the vegetative patient.

This is really unscientific!!

Mrs. Mu was extremely panicked about Song Yin's disappearance. On the one hand, Song Yin was a vegetative patient. If he was taken away by someone with ulterior motives, who knows what kind of accident he would encounter.

On the other hand.

Mrs. Mu carefully looked at her son's face.

Although he was her biological son, she didn't dare to say anything unpleasant to her biological mother.

Mu Qingliu's coldness was definitely multiplied infinitely. Not to mention Mrs. Mu, the other female relatives felt the nameless pressure coming from the sky.

Isn't it just a vegetative patient who was lost? Why did President Mu feel as if he was stepped on?

So they didn't dare to talk to him and just quietly acted like a group of quails.

Mrs. Mu was quite conflicted. She was shocked, disappointed, and nervous. The combination of these feelings made her lose her rationality and judgment. She grabbed her son's arm and said, "Qingzi, no matter what, Mom is doing this for your own good."

Over the years, no matter how many times she and Mu Qingliu had subjective conflicts, she believed in and supported her son's decisions unconditionally.

Because she knew deeply that Mu Qingliu's intelligence was enough to guide him to make the right judgment, and his family didn't have to worry about him at all.

But now...

Mrs. Mu was overwhelmed by the complicated emotions and forgot that people should not say unpleasant words when their emotions are up and down. But she said based on her mother's intuition: "Qingzi, there is no problem with you going to find Song Yin, but Mom also wants to take this opportunity to let you think clearly."

"Song Yin is a vegetable. He may get better, or he may never get better. He may even consume himself and disappear from this world one day. He can't help you or accompany you."

"Like in this situation now, he even got lost silently."

"Qingzi, you get married to find someone who can accompany you forever, and Song Yin doesn't seem to be able to do that."

"His body is not good, and his heart is not on you at all. In other words, if one day you disappear from the world first, who will take care of him?"

"True love must be a two-way choice. It's obvious that you didn't choose yourselves seriously. A weird marriage will only make you hate each other more one day in the future."

Having said this, Mrs. Mu had already said everything she really wanted to say. She stared at her son in a daze, hoping that he could recover from his brief disorder and return to being the aloof and cold Mu Qingliu before.

Mu Qingliu responded to her eager gaze and said, "Actually, saying that I like Song Yin or love Song Yin is a problematic way of expressing my feelings."

"I have emotional apathy, Mom, you know it best, but sometimes I also imagine that if one day, after I have normal emotions, I find that I didn't take good care of Song Yin and let him disappear from my life."

"In that case, I will be very regretful."

Mu Qingliu slowly pushed away Mrs. Mu's hand and patted it gently to show his reassurance.

"I will die later than Song Yin and grow old with him, or... I will make more and more money and find many people to accompany him until he grows old."

"Mom, what do you think of this kind of emotion that only appears once in my life, what should it be called?"

"Qingzi, you?" Mrs. Mu looked at him in disbelief.

Mu Qingliu had already pulled himself out and said sternly to the manager who came to greet him, "I demand that the company must retrieve all the surveillance video and help me find my wife smoothly, otherwise my legal team will arrive in thirty minutes, and we will see you in court."

The club manager had heard of your name for a long time and said tremblingly, "All the video recordings are ready, please go to the monitoring room, Mr. Mu."

Mu Qingliu walked in front, and Mrs. Mu and her group of girlfriends followed him at a trot, and the group rushed into the monitoring room.

The club's more than 100 surveillance cameras were specially adjusted to the lawn.

Time went back to two hours ago.

A tall private bodyguard pushed Song Yin's wheelchair to a cool place, then turned and left.

Mrs. Mu quickly explained, "Jeke said he was just getting a glass of juice for Xiao Yin, and he didn't leave him alone outdoors."

Mu Qingliu said calmly, "I know."

If Mrs. Mu had instructed to embarrass Song Yin, there was no need for the bodyguard to push him to a shady place, but he should have been exposed directly to the sun.

However.

Mu Qingliu's observation ability was different from that of ordinary people. "He didn't press the handbrake of the wheelchair when he left. People who are so careless can be fired directly."

President Mu was so intimidating that Mrs. Mu could only stop talking and said, "..." She

didn't want to say anything because she would be reprimanded by her own son.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the screen.

Song Yin had been sitting in the wheelchair, quietly waiting for the bodyguard to come back. He only waited for three seconds before he started to complain.

Although it was unclear what he was mumbling, the bubbles in the air grew from a dozen to dozens, and then to hundreds.

For Mu Qingliu, this was a small event.

Every night when he hugged Song Yin to sleep, he would always bump into bubbles of varying degrees when he got up in the middle of the night to help Song Yin get up. Sometimes there were too many bubbles in the bedroom, and he had to survive in the cracks.

The other wealthy ladies and celebrities seemed to have never seen the world. They looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering who Song Yin was.

A mermaid? How could he blow bubbles? So

cute~

After Song Yin was gradually surrounded by hundreds of bubbles, one bubble actually swallowed up other small bubbles and formed an extremely huge bubble tower.

After all, this bubble tower was a light and ethereal thing. With the help of the wind, it directly pushed Song Yin's wheelchair away.

Mu Qingliu's face became worse and worse, and he asked the manager directly, "Are there no artificial rivers, streams, artificial lakes, etc. near this grassland?"

What if the wheelchair was pushed by the bubbles and the little vegetable was directly pushed into the river.

I'm afraid that Song Yin will really be a free mermaid in the pond!

The manager was so frightened that his legs were shaking and sweating.

There were too many exotic flowers and plants built outside the club, especially the number of artificial lakes.

Mu Qingliu didn't say anything yet.

The person working in front of the monitor shouted, "I see! Mr. Song's wheelchair!"

Mu Qingliu took a few steps and turned to look at the center of the next screen.

The giant tower-shaped bubble directly pushed Song Yin's wheelchair and rolled out of the door of the club like a living person.

"Your club doesn't even have a crossbar to stop the car?" Mu Qingliu asked coldly.

The manager was almost crying, "Don't worry, President Mu, the gatekeepers, the maintenance department, and anyone involved in this matter, no one can escape, all fired!"

Mrs. Mu urged, "Where are the surveillance cameras outside your club? Hurry up and help check, where was this person pushed to?"

It would be even more dangerous if he was pushed to the main road.

Mrs. Mu's face turned pale, and she didn't dare to think too much. You know, this club is located in a busy street, with traffic crisscrossing around and cars coming and going.

"Here!" The staff shouted, "Mr. Song's wheelchair moved east!"

Mu Qingliu said, "The farthest monitoring range of your camera is in this area. If it moved east, it was because the bubble was affected by the wind direction. If it blew west, it must have gone to the west."

East wind.

Mu Qingliu stopped talking and took out his cell phone to ask, "What's the weather like in Beijing today?"

The voice was very clear: "Beijing, southeast wind, wind force three."

Then he opened the map navigation and roughly guessed a large range based on the scale of the nearby streets and the two-hour journey forecast. He said

to his secretary and others, "You go to look around this area first, I'll go to other places, and we'll act separately."

He turned around and said to Mrs. Mu, "Mom, you go home and wait for news."

Then he walked quickly to the underground parking lot of the club to drive the car with the appearance of thunder.

In his budget, minus the occurrence of various accidents, the combined force of various wind resistances should be about that position.

Mu Qingliu has always been confident in his judgment.

Song Yin is now a vegetable, and the direction of the wind can be predicted, so all predictions can be traced.

It's a matter of probability.

However, Mu Qingliu's mind was a little confused for no reason.

This world is not a huge and difficult math problem. Any unexpected occurrence will be out of probability. Countless obstacles will eventually overturn all predictions and push the ending to an unexpected situation.

Song Yin.

Song Yin.

Mu Qingliu's eyes were dazed for a moment, "If you and I have a telepathic connection, give me a hint."

Don't let me worry about you.

Worry?

Mu Qingliu was stunned by this fresh word.

Who would he worry about? Does he have this kind of emotion? Will he express his worry! !

The people who rushed ahead of him have already started to reply on WeChat, saying that they didn't see the young lady's wheelchair at all.

Song Yin, Song Yin you!

Mu Qingliu's chest was suddenly clenched by an invisible hand, and the suffocating feeling came suddenly, making him very unhappy. He even wanted to learn from many characters in TV dramas and cursed!

Just when he was troubled by the new emotions.

On the side of the straight road, countless bubbles were floating in the air. The number was astonishing, and it seemed that they would soon reach the level of 9999+.

In the air, at the highest point where the bubbles were rising, layers of dark clouds were gathering. The center was constantly stirred by the clouds, and the vortex was getting bigger and darker.

An unprecedented thunderstorm was about to come to the world.

Mu Qingliu saw the location of the target at a glance, and thought it was not good. The 999+ skill had never been activated before. The last time, the sixth skill of 99+ almost killed him.

If it was 999+, I'm afraid half of the street would have been blown away.

Mu Qingliu turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car didn't have time to lock. It was directly parked at the intersection and ran quickly under the strange clouds.

The footsteps and heartbeats became louder and louder.

The appearance of Song Yin sitting in the wheelchair became clearer and clearer. Song

Yin's wheelchair was blocking in front of a luxury car. The other party was probably blocked and was in a bad mood. Especially from the brake marks on the ground, it can be seen that Song Yin's wheelchair suddenly rushed out of the road, causing the other party to brake urgently.

Some onlookers did not help, but stood around from a distance and looked at this strange scene.

Mu Qingliu could hear the quarrel from a long distance.

The driver of the luxury car pointed at his car and said reluctantly, "This is really weird. Do you think I will let you go just because you open your mouth and talk?"

"Hey, are you breathing? I think you are a normal person. How can you not understand the most basic traffic regulations?!"

"I told you to pay the money right now. Did you hear me? Look at what the front of my car has been damaged by trying to avoid you!"

Mu Qingliu's perspective changed again and he found the corner he had missed.

The front of the luxury car was hit somewhere. The entire front of the car was sunken, and it was more damaged than the pit left after the moon hit the earth.

Song Yin was lying in a wheelchair, too frightened to speak.

Bubbles apologized vigorously.

[I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.] 9999+

[I was waiting for some water, I don't know how I ended up in the middle of the street.]

[I don't have a phone, I'm sorry.]

[I don't even know my husband's phone number]

[I'm really sorry.]

[I'm a vegetative person, really, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble.]

The other party spoke ill of him and kept cursing, "Vegetative person? What kind of vegetative person are you? I think you're pretending, right? Do you think you can get away with it by pretending to be sick?"

"I'm telling you, I dare to kill ten vegetative people like you! Do you believe it or not?!"

"I don't believe it." Mu Qingliu walked in from the crowd, slowly adjusted his breathing, and then tightly grasped the handlebars of Song Yin's wheelchair.

The veins in his palms bulged from clenching them, fearing that this damn wheelchair would take Song Yin to a more dangerous place.

Mu Qingliu looked straight at the other person, "I don't believe you dare to touch him casually."

Song Yin's cheeks were soaked with tears. Probably when he was most panicked, he heard a familiar voice and couldn't help but say, "Qingliu...you're here."

"Yes, I'm here." Mu Qingliu stroked his wife's messy hair with his other hand to comfort her, saying, "No one can bully you."

Song Yin: "..."

[You're finally here! ! ]999+

[Qingliu, I'm so scared, why did you come just now! ]999+

[You are my God! 】999+

【999+ skill is officially activated, the first soul skill is activated: love is like a tide】

Mu Qingliu was saying that he had experienced the skill of 99+, is this 999+ still far away?

Thinking.

All of Song Yin's complaining bubbles changed shape, no longer long or round, just like the bubble frame bought after krypton gold, it became a pink peach heart shape, even the font was a peach heart shape, rushing towards Mu Qingliu.

Love is really like a tide.

【(╥ω╥`)】999+

【I really can't leave you! 】999+