He didn't care at all about Political Commissar Wang standing next to him.
She didn't want to give him this face anymore.
Wang Qiran shook off Mu Mu's hand forcefully, "No matter how shameless I am, I am still better than you. If I abandon Qin Ningrui to hook up with an older man who is much older than me, you have already lost your face in the compound."
"Mu Mu, be careful!" Mu Mu lost his footing and fell.
Fortunately, Zhao Qingqing's quick eyesight and hands quickly caught her and prevented her from hitting the coffee table.
"Wang Qiran!" Political Commissar Wang shouted angrily.
His whole body was shaking with anger, his eyes flashed fiercely, hiding a hint of fear that was not easy to detect.
"Mu Mu, are you okay?" Zhao Qingqing was worried about Mu Mu's stomach.
What if it breaks?
Mu Mu gritted his teeth and shook his head, then slowly climbed to the sofa and sat down while holding on to the coffee table next to him.
'You have lost face in the compound a long time ago...'
She looked at Wang Qiran and sneered.
Zhao Qingqing thought Mu Mu was hurt by Wang Qiran's words, so he angrily touched the water glass on the coffee table and threw it at Wang Qiran.
Of course, she didn't dare to hit Wang Qiran, so the water glass fell to the ground in advance. The glass fell to the ground and shattered.
She pointed at the door, her eyes already red, "Get out now, I'm going to sue you."
Upon seeing this, Political Commissar Wang hurriedly pulled Wang Qiran away.
I came here to solve the problem, but I didn't expect it to become a big deal.
He really wanted to shoot this unlucky boy.
Weakness finally calmed down. Zhao Qingqing held Mu Mu, who had been sneering and dazed, in distress, and comforted him: "He is just a scumbag. You would be a fool if you took what he said to heart."
It's all because I like to join in the fun. If I hadn't gone out to eat and drink that day, these things wouldn't have happened.
Mu Mu turned around, frowned and looked at Zhao Qingqing speechlessly, and asked in a calm tone: "Do I look like the kind of person who cares about what others think of me?"
What others think of her is their business. If she can't even stop others' mouths, can she still control their hearts?
She just felt that Wang Qiran was a weakling. He failed more than succeeded and failed sooner or later. Political Commissar Wang would fall on his son sooner or later.
"Then why have you been silent? Why are you pretending to be sad?" Zhao Qingqing pushed Mu Mu away and became heartless in a second.
"What should I do? I seem to have blocked your way to the young lady of the aristocratic family." Mu Mu pretended to be distressed, with a smile in his black eyes.
"Shut your mouth, or else I will write about the male protagonist in my next book, your second son, and give him an NP, so that he cannot be humane."
"Then I want to thank you."
Afraid that Political Commissar Wang and his family would come to trouble Zhao Qingqing again, Mu Mu took her out of the compound early the next morning.
She told Ms. Jiang that she would come back for the Lantern Festival.
The Spring Festival had just passed, and the airport was crowded with people. Mu Mu was glad that she didn't bring much luggage.
There was still an hour before boarding the plane, and the two of them sat lazily in the waiting room waiting for the voice announcement, unwilling to take a step.
Many people bring their children, and the children get to know each other easily. They laugh and play together, and the noise gives Zhao Qingqing a headache.
She tilted her neck, resting her head on Mu Mu's shoulder, listening to the noise, and sighed: "Let me take a ride on your special plane sometime."
How nice it would be to not have to wait for a plane.
Mu Mu said: "If you marry Wang Qiran, you may be able to fly on military planes."
"..."
"Sister Mu."
Mu Mu didn't know how deep his fate was with Sangge, so much so that they could still meet each other at the airport.
Hearing Sangge's crisp "Sister Mu", Mu Mu wanted to pretend to be dead.
