There was a fire hidden deep in Murong Qingfeng's eyes, and he was smoking a cigarette quietly. He heard the door sound and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was completely inconsistent with his scholar's temperament.

Murong Qiuxue pushed the suitcase, Muzigang followed Murong Qiuxue with big bags of gifts and walked to the hall.

"Dad, I brought Muzigang. If you have anything to say, just tell him!"

Murong Qiuxue put down her suitcase, took the gift from Muzigang's hand, and prepared to walk towards the restaurant.

"Qiuxue, put down your things and come and sit with me."

Murong Qingfeng smelled a strange and familiar smell on his nose, and deliberately increased the sound so that his wife Sima Qingcheng could also hear it.

Murong Qiuxue put down the gift in her hand helplessly. Sima Qingcheng quickly put down the spatula in her hand, hurriedly walked over, took his daughter Qiuxue's hand and sat on Murong Qingfeng's left, signaling Mu Zigang to sit on Murong Qingfeng's right.

Sima Qingcheng's nose was also very sensitive and he smelled it at his daughter, "Qiuxue, come with me."

When Sima Qingcheng smelled the strong hormonal scent of her daughter Qiuxue, she became even more restless and gave Mu Zigang a fierce look.

Murong Qiuxue knew that she had made a mistake, so she could only follow her cold mother into the bedroom and heard, "Qiuxue, how can you hand over yourself to Mu Zigang now? He has not passed your father's test yet, don't you know?"

Murong Qiuxue was cooked with raw rice with Muzigang. What else can she insist on as a mom?

"Mom, don't be angry! I didn't find myself falling in love with Mu Zigang before, but when I heard that he came back alive from the Middle East, I never wanted to let him go."

"Mom, I am the only relative left in Muzigang now. Do you have the heart to separate us?"

Murong Qiuxue is already Muzigang’s woman, and she is too young to stay. This sentence echoed in Sima Qingcheng’s heart.

"You go and take a shower first! Change me to a new set of clothes and then come out. Your outfit makes me feel shy when I sit next to Mu Zigang, let alone your dad's face."

Sima Qingcheng pushed Murong Qiuxue into the bathroom, closed the door, and quickly walked out.

Mu Zigang pointed to Zhongnanhai on the table and asked, "Master Murong, your press conference was held well! But the cigarette has not been sent to me yet! No matter what, I am also an extra! Isn't it reasonable to not even send a cigarette to me?"

When Murong Qingfeng heard Mu Zigang directly call him the head of the Murong family, he knew that his relationship was a little unfamiliar.

"If you want to smoke, take it yourself! Do you still want me to give you a cigarette in person?"

Seeing that Mu Zigang did not reach out to hold the cigarette, Murong Qingfeng continued, "In this presidential suite, even I have to endure it. If you think you have a greater face than me, you can try to smoke one and see your aunt talk about you?"

Mu Zigang smiled, spread his hands, and sat leisurely on the sofa, "Then aren't you sucking?"

Murong Qingfeng was so angry that he sucked a few times, coughed a few times, spit out smoke, and put out the cigarette butts, "Do you think I can do this?"

"Let's get back to the point! You're here to come to me this time, what's the matter to discuss with me?"

"I think you did the first day of the New Year, but it doesn't matter whether you did the fifteenth or not, right?"

It is fake that Mu Zigang is not angry. It is worthy of Murong Qingfeng to resist Murong Qiuxue.

"Muzigang, did you come here to question me this time?"

Murong Qingfeng thought Mu Zigang would be a little timid when he saw him, but Mu Zigang was so upset that he climbed up the pole and didn't take him seriously at all.

"How dare I ask you for a crime! I am now listening to your teachings as a junior. Unfortunately, I am very poor and can't afford to pay for you."

When Mu Zigang saw Sima Qingcheng back to the hall again, he sat beside Murong Qingfeng, "Xiaomu! If you want to smoke, just smoke! Don't argue with your Uncle Murong."

"Should I call your aunt or mother-in-law?"

Mu Zigang did not reach out to hold the cigarette. He knew that Sima Qingcheng had a stubborn respiratory disease, and Murong Qiuxue could not cure it, but was just hanging with medicine.

"Is there any explanation?" Sima Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

"If you ask me to call your mother-in-law in the future, I will pass on a lost acupuncture method to Qiuxue. She can cure your respiratory illness within one month. If you just want me to call your aunt, then I will not be able to pass on this lost acupuncture method to Qiuxue, so I can only say sorry to you."

Respiratory failure is a serious disorder of lung ventilation and ventilation due to various reasons, which leads to inability to effectively exchange gas, resulting in hypoxia and carbon dioxide retention, which leads to a series of clinical syndromes of physiological and metabolic disorders.

"Muzigang, do you really have such a method of losing acupuncture?"

Murong Qingfeng knew that the teacher Dean Ghost had a way to treat Sima Qingcheng, but he couldn't let go and ask for help because he had made some agreement with Dean Ghost, so he would not ask Dean Ghost until Sima Qingcheng's condition was uncontrollable.

Besides, Dean Ghost can witness his son and daughter-in-law's death with his own eyes. Will he care about the life of his student wife?

"It's true, it's just that I got it not long ago. I won't lie to you." Mu Zigang replied affirmatively.

"Then Xiaomu, call me mother-in-law in the future! You two will chat, I'll go to the kitchen to see the fire."

Sima Qingcheng threw a look at Murong Qingfeng and hinted that he should not be too extreme.

"Your mother-in-law has returned to the kitchen, so my father-in-law will talk to you slowly."

Murong Qingfeng disrupted his previous thoughts. He did not expect Mu Zigang to open the first threshold they set by saving people.

"My father-in-law, you have something to say, I'll listen."

Mu Zigang sat upright and no longer looked careless.

"The sky is about to change in Yangcheng. We want to bring Murong Qiuxue to our side before the sky changes. Can you understand?"

Murong Qingfeng's speech slowed down, as if he was reminding this junior.

"I can understand that a large number of people may die in Yangcheng this time. I should thank you for being able to pick Murong Qiuxue away and protect her."

Mu Zigang knew very well what would happen in Yangcheng next. He was really worried that he would not be able to separate his hands to protect the women beside him.

"This time I held a press conference to clarify your relationship with Murong Qiuxue, just because I want you to do what you should do without any worries."

"I know, you are angry with me in your heart, saying that I don't have the courage to face the harm caused by this storm, and I don't lie to you. I don't have enough confidence to think that you can protect Qiuxue. She is too outstanding and beautiful. There are more than one wealthy family who have made up her mind..."

Murong Qingfeng's expression of joy, anger, sorrow and sorrow were not visible on his face, and he was disguised very well.

"I understand these things. I just want to ask you a question. Does Mr. Murong agree to you holding this press conference?" Mu Zigang cared especially about Old Man Murong's thoughts.

"This press conference was arranged by my father, because he received inside information. Many hidden families were looking for the son of Mu Qingdi. A few of them already suspected that you were Mu Qingdi's son, so my father didn't want to participate in the melee. If you can survive in the end, Mu Rong Qiuxue will definitely be your woman. If you really die in this turmoil, our Murong family will not say anything to the outside world..."

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