Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

   Chapter 87 Comeback

   When Mu Qingcheng entered the room, Mu Qing was looking down at a picture album.

   The print on it is the work of an anonymous jewelry designer.

   There are not many, but everything is classic.

   Mu Qingcheng glanced at random, then directly looked away, and began to place the same thing in the food box in his hand on the small table.

  Mu Qing held up the book with great interest, pointed to one of the brooches, and handed it to her and said,

   "Look at Qingcheng, is this brooch beautiful?"

   It is a bird-shaped brooch made by hand with top-quality obsidian.

   The lines are extremely flexible, the wings are inlaid and engraved, and the image is lifelike.

  Especially the bird's eyes are inlaid with golden opals, as if alive.

  It is holding a long vine branch under its claws, and a young flower bud is wrapped around its tail.

   No matter from which angle you look at it, there is a sense of sophistication and elegance.

   "Well, it's really pretty."

   Mu Qingcheng glanced at it and smiled knowingly.

   At this time, she took the picture album out of Mu Qing's hand, and stuffed a bowl of thickly simmered chicken soup into his hand, urging,

   "Drink the soup, don't keep busy with your art."

"Okay."

   Mu Qing smiled and took a sip while holding the spoon.

   When I was young, I remembered something and asked casually,

   "Who were you talking to at the door just now?"

   "A girl, the one I saw last time at the gate of the racecourse."

   "Xia Wan?"

   Mu Qingcheng immediately stopped the movements in his hands.

   She turned back and saw Mu Qing's somewhat surprised expression, drawing a stunned outline on that overly white face.

   She put her hands on her knees, bent down slightly, looked at him, and said tentatively,

   "Brother, do you know her?"

   "Well, I've seen it a few times."

   "How many times?"

   Mu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

  The unidentified eyes patrolled back and forth on Mu Qing's face. After a long while, Mu Qing finally reacted. He raised his eyebrows and poked her forehead gently.

   "No big or small, what are you thinking about?"

   "It's nothing."

   However, the slightly warm temperature from his fingertips made Mu Qing stunned. He looked at Mu Qingcheng worriedly and rebuked in a low voice,

   "You have a fever and come here to deliver food? Does grandpa know?"

   "That. Ah Chi-"

   Mu Qingcheng looked at him from left to right, with a strange look on his face, but he didn't want the next second, so he sneezed suddenly.

   Mu Qing urged with a stern face,

   "Hurry up and go home, did you hear me?"

"I know, I know."

   "You, you just don't know how to love yourself."

   "We are each other."

After   , Mu Qingcheng didn't stay long, and was driven back directly by Mu Qing.

   However, when driving to a bustling intersection, Mu Qingcheng suddenly turned the direction and drove the car into the underground garage of a general shopping mall.

  A car that had been trailing behind immediately snapped the shutter frantically.

   Even though I couldn't see the figure driving in the car in the distance, I still took a vivid picture of the car's trajectory.

  This mall is a top luxury venue integrating hotel, dining and entertainment.

  The 13th floor and above are all hotel rooms.

   And the location on the top floor is naturally the most luxurious presidential suite.

   At that time, after Mu Qingcheng got out of the elevator, he walked over to a suite in the corner.

   However, the door of the suite that should have been closed was half-closed at the moment, and before entering the room, he smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

   When Mu Qingcheng pushed the door in, a cleaning aunt happened to pass by with a cleaning cart.

   Just happened to see a slender figure disappearing in the darkness, and then I heard someone who was drunk, but shouted excitedly,

   "Dear, you are here~"

   (end of this chapter)