The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing looked at Ye Yuchen with a squinting smile, and put out his tongue playfully, "What is face? Is it delicious?"

Ye Yuchen had a headache, he bowed his head and rubbed his eyebrows.

Since Mu Wanqin entered Yejia, his parents, parents, and grandmothers have treated her like a jewel in their palms, and his status at home has plummeted.

"Fine, you guys can talk."

Ye Yuchen sighed, "Grandma, pay attention to your body. If you are tired, call the servant to send you to rest."

Han Qiushui nodded, she waved her hand, and drove out Ye Yuchen who was in the way again, suspecting that he interrupted her chat with her grandson-in-law.

"Look at this stinky boy with a thin skin, and don't let me speak bad things about him!" Han Qiushui said with a smile.

Mu Wanqing also laughed happily, more and more envious that Ye Yuchen had such a complete family, and felt the unprecedented warmth in this family...

Unfortunately, she may not be able to become one of them.

"Grandma, let me sing to you."

Mu Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Han Qiushui, with a faint sadness floating in her eyes.

"Then dare to love it!" Han Qiushui suddenly turned into an old fan of the Queen of Heaven, "I like your songs too."

The famous singer is his granddaughter-in-law, and he is also a big name like the Queen of Heaven. Don't mention how proud Han Qiushui is.

Mu Wanqing's pink lips lightly lifted.

She cleared her throat, and then began to sing a few of her title songs to Han Qiushui. Her voice was clear and sweet, and she was a little less charming in front of the old man, but still beautiful.

Many servants followed the sound, squatting outside the glass room and listening secretly. However, the wall was transparent, but it didn't stop it, and it almost turned into a small concert.

"Shakespeare doesn't say a joke in the shadow of the lights;

White paper and ink, the ancient royal family are all passing guests.

She stroked the sword and knife to kill the king as her husband,

Since then, madness and ghosts have been accompanied by demons..."

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes lightly, sang her favorite song, enjoying this rare warmth.

She sang several songs to Han Qiushui in a row, probably because of her special breathing style when singing, she felt a little hypoxic, and she felt a little dry and hoarse in her throat.

But she felt that apart from singing, nothing seemed to be able to repay Han Qiushui's love for her.

"There is still an opportunity to listen to songs."

Han Qiushui felt distressed, and handed Mu Wanqing a cup of tea, "Drink some tea to moisturize the throat, let's sing next time."

Mu Wanqing smiled lightly, "Okay."

She took the teacup, the tea was still warm, she bowed her head and took a sip, savoring the faint fragrance.

Mu Wanqing sipped the tea, not only did not feel any relief from the physical discomfort, but the heart rate was still accelerating...

People with heart disease should not drink tea.

But she didn't want to live up to Han Qiushui's enthusiasm, so she took the cup of tea, and didn't put her down until half of the time.

"Cough..." Mu Wanqing gave a light cough.

Han Qiushui patted her on the back, "Is this choking?"

Mu Wanqing shook her head, signaled that she was okay, and then drew a few tissues and folded them to cover her lips.

"Cough cough cough..." She coughed again violently.

It really seemed to be choked by tea, but his face was not flushed, but rather pale.

Han Qiushui was anxious, "You kid..."

Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, but subconsciously felt that he might be coughing up blood and sputum again, and he used the hand that held the tissue slightly hard.