One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Ling Qiong ate two mouthfuls of food, sat aside and listened to Zhuang's mother chatting with the people next to her, her mind wandering to nowhere.

"What are you thinking? So engrossed."

Ling Qiong was patted on the shoulder, and when she came back to her senses, most of the people at this table had left, and even Zhuang's mother was not in her place.

"Why are you here?" Ling Qiong looked at the man standing next to her.

Mu Dongling pulled out his chair and sat down: "Why can't I come over? What are you so afraid of doing? We didn't keep in touch with each other before."

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes: "Why am I afraid?"

If you walk right and sit upright, there is nothing to be afraid of!

Mu Dongling laughed out loud, "I thought you were afraid."

Ling Qiong pursed her lips, and suddenly something fell into her arms, she lowered her eyes, and it was the bouquet of the previous bride.

Ling Qiong looked at Mu Dongling.

The latter leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at her casually.

"Brother Mu, are you...going to grab the bouquet?"

"They pulled me up." Mu Dongling didn't intend to snatch it, but in the end the flower still fell into his hands, "This must be fate."

"Do you want to get married?" Ling Qiong was still smiling one second, but the next second her tone changed, she spread her hands indifferently: "It's a pity, I can't get married, I was annulled by you."

Mu Dongling's heart choked up, "Who stipulates that if you grab the bouquet, you must get married? I want to give it to you, can't I?"

Ling Qiong let out a wow, deliberately covered her lips with her hands, and said in a low voice, "I didn't realize that brother Mu is so good at talking."

"Then it has to be..." Mu Dongling pondered what was wrong, "Zhuang Mianmian, what do you mean? You said I didn't speak human words before?"

Lingqiong lowered her head and fiddled with the bouquet, "I didn't say it, you said it yourself."

Mu Dongling: "..."

Mu Dongling gave her an angry nod on the head.

"What are you two doing sitting so close to each other?" Father Zhuang appeared out of nowhere and inserted himself between the two of them.

Ling Qiong: "..."

Mu Dongling: "..."

Lingqiong reacted quickly: "We are arguing."

"Really?" Looking at these two just now, it didn't look like they were arguing, did they? "Let me tell you, girl, you must never associate with this flamboyant radish, who is flamboyant and unreliable, just like his father."

Lingqiong felt that it was still necessary to say something for her future father-in-law, "Dad, Uncle Mu is very reliable, he loves his wife and takes care of his family."

"I don't love my wife and I don't care about my family?"

"..."

You are a loser.

"We have nothing to do. Hurry up and maintain your business." Lingqiong told Father Zhuang to leave quickly.

"You are not allowed to associate with him." Father Zhuang snorted twice, "The daughter of my old Zhuang family must never marry into the Mu family!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

After coaxing Father Zhuang away, Ling Qiong slumped in the chair and sighed.

"What are you laughing at?" Ling Qiong kicked Mu Dongling's calf, "You still have the nerve to laugh."

Mu Dongling suppressed his smile: "No, why does Uncle Zhuang think I'm a big carrot?"

Mu Dongling wasn't too angry, anyway, Zhuangfu's words seemed to be angry.

"My dad said that you look like a philanderer at first glance, and you only lie to women."

Mu Dongling: "..."

Is it his fault for being handsome?

"Sister doesn't like it?"

Ling Qiong looked carefully, and when Mu Dongling thought she was going to say something to hurt him, the little girl curled her lips and said crisply: "I like it so much."

The light in Mu Dongling's eyes was dim, and the person in front of him seemed to be radiant, which made people dizzy.

Mu Dongling's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he leaned back, "I'll take you home later."

Lingqiong's eyes lighted up slightly, "What's the point of that, let's go find a room." Let dad prostitute for nothing! Dad can! !

Mu Dongling's eyes were full of warning: "Zhuang Mianmian."

How long have they been in a relationship?

What nonsense is she talking about! !

"If you don't open it, you won't open it." Ling Qiong hooked his calf under the table, "I thought my brother wanted to kiss me."

"..."

He could feel the warmth from the girl through the fabric, and Mu Dongling only felt that his leg was numb.

He swallowed with difficulty, his mouth was dry.

Mu Dongling cursed secretly twice in his heart, took a breath, and suddenly withdrew his legs, got up and straightened his clothes: "Call me when you leave."

"Brother, let's talk again, don't go..."

Mu Dongling turned to stare at her, and walked faster.

The little girl laughed from behind, and the laughter passed through the noise, and fell clearly to his ears, knocking deep in his heart.

This little girl only misses his body when she's filming!

-

When Ling Qiong left, Zhuang's father called her into the car, and she never had a chance to call Mu Dongling.

Mu Dongling watched Lingqiong being stuffed into the back seat by Zhuang's father, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with complicated emotions.

"Dang Ling, quickly help your father." Mother Mu asked him to help.

Father Mu drank a little too much today, Mu Dongling helped him into the car, and Ling Qiong's car had already left.

Mother Mu got into the co-pilot, and Mu Dongling had to sit in the back with Father Mu.

As soon as she got in the car, Mother Mu raised her head and asked, "Son, where is your bouquet?"

"I forgot where to put it."

Mother Mu asked meaningfully: "Did you forget where to put it, or did you give it away?"

Mu Dongling and Mu Mu looked at each other.

Mother Mu smiled gently, she didn't say anything, she seemed to know everything.

"Did you see it?"

Mother Mu just smiled, turned around and let the driver drive.

"Our family and the banker..."

When the drunk Father Mu heard the word 'Zhuang', he sat up suddenly, waved his hand and started pointing Jiang Shan, "The one named Zhuang doesn't care about his own abilities, he also wants to imitate others, he deserves to go bankrupt!"

"It's just that he still has the face to mess with me. Why? Asking for help doesn't have the attitude of asking for help. Who looks like him."

"He doesn't want to associate with me, and I don't want to associate with him yet."

"We're moving tomorrow!"

Mu Dongling: "..."

Mother Mu: "..."

Moving is impossible.

After all, Father Mu has said this for many years, and he has never moved successfully.

In Mu's father's words: Why do you want me to move, it seems that I am afraid of him, and it is his surname Zhuang who wants to move.

Because of Mu's father's interruption, Mu's mother and Mu Dongling didn't continue to chat, worrying that if they said one more word Zhuang, Mu's father would have trouble in the car.

-

Mu Dongling and Mu Mu arranged for Mu's father together, and went back to the room to take a shower.

He stood by the window and looked towards the next door. In his direction, he could only see the lights in Lingqiong's room, and he couldn't see more.

The room was not lit at this time, so I don't know if he was already asleep.

Mu Dongling poured a glass of wine, stood by the window, and took a sip from time to time.

After finishing a glass of wine, he closed the curtains, lay down on the bed, found Ling Qiong on the chat interface, just clicked in, and a message popped up on the opposite side.

"Brother Mu, come to the door."

Mu Dongling looked at those words, as if he didn't recognize them, and didn't respond for a while.

Then he turned over abruptly, took a few steps out, opened the door only to realize that he was not wearing slippers, hurried back to put them on, and went downstairs quickly.

Mu Dongling opened the door, and in the warm yellow light, the girl stood quietly at the door, heard the sound, and looked sideways.