Chapter 51 (1/2)

”That's enough, sister LAN. I don't want to hear this any more. Go back and have a rest.” Mo Yanrui interrupts sister Lan's persuasion.

Mrs. LAN shook her head helplessly: ”why don't you let me say that you can't do without communication, young master.”

She sighed a long time, but Mo Yanrui didn't continue to talk, so she didn't continue to talk too much. Now they can't listen.

After Mrs. LAN closed the door of her study, Mo Yanrui put out the cigarette end in her hand. After sitting in the room for a long time, he opened the drawer and took out a carefully wrapped design. It's the blueprint of the dance room on the fifth floor. Although it's not professional, you can see the painter's intention. The clumsy strokes outline everything you can imagine in your mind.

In order to keep up with the rehearsal schedule of the dance company, Mu Qingxuan came back to practice dancing in her room at night. He knew that her room was not suitable for dancing, so he wanted to build a comfortable and elegant dance room for her on the fifth floor. She is like a dancing elf. He wants her to have a sense of ceremony in dancing, and he also wants more places for her to love in this family.

Recently, she has extended her practice time in the dance company, and he is looking forward to more time at home after the completion of the dance studio at home. Today, however, he realized that she had no time for him. Is there any point in what he did?

He was so angry that he pressed his lips tightly, grabbed the design with his right hand, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can.

Mu Qingxuan had insomnia and wept for a whole night. The next morning, she found that there were many people in suits and standing upright like a tree in the villa.

From the moment she walked out of the room, her every move was watched. She felt very uncomfortable about it.

She had breakfast with Xiaochen, and she didn't see Mo Yanrui until she finished. However, not seeing him now is not necessarily a bad thing for her, so as not to embarrass each other, but Xiaochen has been looking around for her father.

Mu Qingxuan turned back and waved to sister LAN. She came up to her and asked, ”what's going on today? There seems to be a lot of people in the room.”

Mrs. Lan's face changed and she was in a bit of a dilemma. She immediately explained, ”young master is worried about the safety of you and Xiaochen, so...”

Mu Qingxuan shook her head and interrupted her: ”forget it, sister LAN, don't talk about it to coax me. He's looking for me, isn't he?”

After Xiaochen finished drinking the milk, Mu Qingxuan looked at her watch and said, ”Xiaochen, we went to school.”

”Wait a minute. I'll send him to school. You can stay at home.” Mo Yanrui came down from upstairs in a neat suit, looking a little tired, but his eyes were still cold and sharp at her.

Mu Qingxuan bit her lip wrongly. What did she do to make him defend her like a thief.

”Why can't I send Xiaochen, Mo Yanrui?” She came forward, stubbornly grabbed his sleeve, lowered her voice and said, ”you don't have the right to look at me. I'm not your wife.”

He raised his eyebrows, and his face became tighter.

”Before we discuss whether I have such rights, please think about your parents.”

Mu Qingxuan nuzui, sneer: ”in addition to threatening me with this, can you still have something new?”

”It's enough to work, isn't it?” He snorted, hugged Xiaochen and went out.

Seeing their interaction, Mrs. LAN couldn't hide her worries, but she couldn't think of any way to help them.

In the training room of Lingyue dance group