Chapter 293 Mr. Gong Will Be Back in the Next Two Days

"Then... Qingqing, are you okay now?"

The little angel was still a little worried, and her tone sounded aggrieved. She was really afraid that something would happen to her.

Mu Wanqing raised her hand, stroked her chest, shook her head and said, "It seems like everything is fine."

In addition to being drunk, I was still a little dizzy.

Hearing this, the little angel breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you must have a good rest. You can't do this again..."

Humph, Yanjun is a big bastard!

He actually tricked Qingqing into drinking, and even scared her, causing him to lose most of his energy, and he was still on tenterhooks.

"Yes, I understand." Mu Wanqing nodded.

The moment she fell ill, the severe pain made her really want to commit suicide.

But after she woke up, she knew she had to be strong.

Ye Yuchen has not yet inherited the Disheng Group, and everything she owed him in her previous life has not yet been repaid... She wants to live.

"It would be great if I could find my brother..." The little angel sighed, "He should be able to help you cure your illness."

Of course, the premise is with the consent of the host.

However, I don’t know where Angel Eyes and his host are now...

Mu Wanqing slept for a while longer.

When she woke up the next morning, her physical condition was much better, and the color in her cheeks had returned a lot, she received a text message.

"Qingqing, Mr. Gong will be back in the next two days." Xiang Yang's text message.

Gong Lichuan's arrival in Ancheng also means that she should go for treatment and can no longer drag her body like this...

"I understand." Mu Wanqing replied.

She had always wanted to contact Brother Li Chuan and Xian'er, but they were participating in program recording in the military and were in seclusion.

Therefore, only Xiang Yang could get some inaccurate general information through Gong Lichuan's agent.

"Qingqing, is Mr. Gong chasing you?" the little angel gossiped.

"Don't talk nonsense." Mu Wanqing reached out and played with the cat's eye stone, as if playing with the little angel's head.

She always regarded Gong Lichuan as her elder brother.

Gong Lichuan...has always regarded her as his sister, right?

"Oh, if the emperor doesn't go home to coax his wife, he will have a love rival!" The little angel couldn't help but gloat.

Mu Wanqing: "..."

Too lazy to pay attention to him, she got back into bed.

But it didn't take long for her to lie down any longer, so she got up to wash up, hunched her cheeks against the window, and conceived a new song.

Mu Wanqing opened her computer and unlocked a secret folder. There were actually many unreleased singles in it. They were lyrics and music she composed herself, and she also tried to sing a cappella...

"Qingqing, there are so many songs, what are you worried about?"

Probably because he knew that she was bored recently, the little angel talked more and often jumped out to accompany her to relieve her boredom.

"These songs cannot be made public."

Mu Wan looked at the lyrics on the document, her beautiful eyes dimming slightly.

The angel's eyes jumped up, and he took a few curious glances. When he saw the content about illness in the lyrics, he understood it instantly.

"Okay." The little angel said regretfully.

Mu Wanqing smiled slightly, then closed the file and locked it again, but still found no inspiration.

These songs...

She composed it while lying on her hospital bed with nothing to do when she was in Country M. The lyrics are related to heart disease, and the melody is also a bit sad, as if she was forcing herself to be optimistic and strong in despair.

"Qingqing, you will definitely get better!"

Listening to the little angel's encouragement, Mu Wanqing did not answer. She stood up and looked out the window.

The clear sky is still blue, the gardeners in the rose garden are still busy pruning the branches, and everything is still as usual...but Ye Yuchen is no longer here.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanqing suddenly had inspiration, so he took a piece of white paper and wrote down the lyrics while the iron was hot...