Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

   Chapter 344 Being Pitted (2)

   "Brother Chen, look."

  Mu Qingcheng is like a sly little fox, hiding in Si Qingchen's arms, quietly poking the bulge on his chest.

  The man's thick chest muscles bounced his fingertips, bringing out a slight shudder.

   Then, his breathing became a little faster.

  Si Qingchen knew that this little ancestor did it on purpose.

   "Be good."

  He held Mu Qingcheng's fingers, but his eyes still followed the direction she indicated.

   In the next second, Si Qingchen narrowed his eyes and resolutely adjusted the direction of travel.

   this side

  Si Zhu stood up from Mu Zongxing's arms in embarrassment.

   Just before he could stand up completely, he found that a strand of his hair was actually tangled in someone's cufflinks.

   "hiss"

"do not move."

  Si Zhu let out a painful low voice, in exchange Mu Zongxing tightened his eyes, stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and took her into his arms.

  The warm breath fell on his ear, even though he was polite, he couldn't bear the distance, which made his heart beat panic.

   he whispered, whispered,

   "I'm taking the liberty, I'll come."

   ".Okay, sorry to bother you."

  Si Zhu didn't dare to nod his head, so he could only respond softly.

   She just never thought that this **** scene would fall on her head.

  This scene was seen in TV dramas before, and Si Zhu would only scoff at him and scold,

   "I've read too many screenwriting novels, and it's too bloody. Do you have any brains?"

   How can you imagine that one day, you will be slapped in the face by reality.

   But in the next second, this thought was gone.

   Because of what happened next, she vomited blood even more.

   At that time, because of the appearance of Si Qingchen and Mu Qingcheng, they successfully attracted everyone's attention.

   Even the two brothers of the Mu family and some reporters were looking at them curiously, but when those two people appeared, their attention dropped a lot in an instant.

   However, just when Si Zhu was just breathing a sigh of relief, there was a rush of footsteps in his ears, and then, someone had a low tone of malicious intent and said slowly,

   "Sister, what are you doing?"

  Sizhu, "."

  ****

   Next day

  Mu Qingcheng woke up in a sour and tired exhaustion. It was probably because his days were too comfortable. After the battle last night, he actually felt a little exhausted.

   "No, I have to go to the base for training."

   grabbed the phone and glanced at the time, only to realize that it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

   And about 20 minutes later, the fifth Miss Mu family, who had already been groomed, slowly went downstairs.

   Just before he went downstairs, he heard a stern reprimand from Mr. Mu's room.

   "Miss, drink water."

   It happened that Steward Ji came over at this time and brought a glass of warm water to Mu Qingcheng.

   Mu Qingcheng took it and took a sip, then looked around curiously and asked,

   "What's the matter? Who is grandpa training?"

   "It's the eldest young master."

   "My big brother?"

   Mu Qingcheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and in the next second, he coughed with some guilty conscience and said,

   "Cough, that. Grandpa saw yesterday's news?"

  Yesterday, after Si Qingchen led a group of reporters to Si Zhu and Mu Zongxing, and called out "Sister" on purpose, a large number of reporters seemed to see cracks and yellow eggs.

   Weasel-like, excited eyes gleaming, wishing to shoot the camera directly on Si Zhu's face.

  However, at that time, Si Zhu's hair hadn't been untied from Mu Zongxing's cufflinks.

   When he was surrounded by the crowd, Mu Zongxing stretched out his hand, and he simply did not do anything and took the person directly into his arms.

   Mu Qingcheng, who was beside him, could clearly see that the eldest Miss Sijia, who had always been calm and airy and had the demeanor of an international master in her gestures, turned out to be like a chicken that had just broken its shell.

   stood there stiffly, motionless.

   And those slender and plain white hands also subconsciously grabbed the hem of Mu Zongxing's clothes.

   (end of this chapter)