Chapter 370 Grandma, Let Me Sing to You

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

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

Ever since Mu Wanqing entered the Ye family, his biological father, mother and grandmother all treated her like the apple of their eye and loved her, while his status in the family had plummeted.

"That's all, let's talk."

Ye Yuchen sighed, "Grandma, please pay attention to your health. When you are tired, call the servant to take you to rest."

Han Qiushui nodded, waved her hand, and drove Ye Yuchen out again, because she thought he was disturbing her chat with her grandson's wife.

"Look at this brat's thin skin, and he won't let me speak ill of him!" Han Qiushui scolded with a smile.

Mu Wanqing also laughed so hard that she became more and more envious of Ye Yuchen for having such a complete family, and felt unprecedented warmth in this family...

Unfortunately, she might not be able to be a part of it.

"Grandma, let me sing to you."

Mu Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and slowly raised her eyes to look at Han Qiushui, with a touch of sadness in her eyes.

"That's great!" Han Qiushui suddenly assumed the identity of Queen Qingchen's old crush again, "I also like your songs."

Han Qiushui couldn't be more proud that a famous singer was his granddaughter-in-law, and she was also a big-name celebrity like a queen.

Mu Wanqing raised her pink lips.

She cleared her throat and began to sing some of her hit songs a cappella to Han Qiu Shui. Her voice was sweet and sweet, a little less charming in front of the old man, but still beautiful.

Many servants followed the sound and lay down outside the glass room to listen secretly. However, the transparent wall did not block it, and it almost turned into a small concert.

“Between the lamps and shadows, Shakespeare did not laugh and talk;

Blank paper and ink, the ancient royal family are all passers-by.

She stroked the shadow of the sword and killed the king as her husband,

From then on, madness and ghosts accompanied each other and became demons..."

Mu Wanqing gently closed her eyes and sang her favorite song, enjoying the rare warmth.

She sang several songs to Han Qiu Shui in a row. Probably because of her special breathing method when singing, she felt a little lack of oxygen, and her throat was dry and slightly hoarse.

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

"There are still many opportunities for listening to music."

Han Qiushui felt a little distressed and handed Mu Wanqing a cup of tea, "Drink some tea to moisten your throat. Let's sing next time."

Mu Wanqing smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

She took the tea cup. The tea was still warm. She lowered her head and took a sip, savoring the faint fragrance.

As Mu Wan sipped the tea, not only did she not feel any relief from her physical discomfort, but her 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 it down until she drank most of it.

"Cough..." Mu Wanqing coughed lightly.

Han Qiushui patted her back gently, "Is she choking?"

Mu Wanqing shook her head, indicating that she was fine, then took out a few tissues, folded them and covered her lips.

"Cough cough cough..." She coughed violently a few more times.

It really looked like he had choked on his tea, but his face was not flushed, but rather a little pale.

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

Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, but subconsciously felt that she might be coughing up blood and phlegm again, so she tightened her hand holding the tissue slightly.

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