C14 It Could Give Birth

At the dining table, the bowl of black soup appeared once again. Mu Yanbing's face instantly darkened.

Father Mu looked at his son with an expression of love and helplessness as he put food into his wife's bowl.

He acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Mom, I don't need this kind of thing." Mu Yanbing had a headache.

Molan rolled her eyes at him and gave Yuen Chuan another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. "If I don't drink more, how can I carry a grandson?"

Yuen Chuan pretended to be serious about eating while secretly laughing.

It turned out that there was still someone who could control Mu Yanbing.

Mu Yanbing looked at the corner of her mouth that curled up and his face instantly became even darker.

"Mom, don't worry. We will give birth." Mu Yanbing spoke to Molan but looked at Yuen Chuan as if he was talking to her.

"Ahem... Ahem..." Yuen Chuan was so scared that she choked.

Give birth? What the hell!

He should be perfunctory to Molan, right?

It must be. It can't be that he really wanted to give birth to a child with me!

Molan was a little surprised, but she immediately became happy.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's good that you all have this idea. Just bear with it. You are still young. If you think about the world between the two of you, I will take care of the child!"

Molan was afraid that her son would go back on his word and even made arrangements for the matter after the child was born.

She was even more diligent in picking food for Yuen Chuan. She even said that she should eat more to raise her body and take care of the child.

"Mom, please don't. This matter has yet to be settled." It was Yuen Chuan's turn to have a headache this time.

Molan did not lose her enthusiasm at all. "As long as you think about how to give birth, the rest will be simple. Don't be afraid. Mom is an experienced person."

Yuen Chuan suddenly had a headache and looked angrily at Mu Yanbing. It was all his fault that he kicked the ball to her.

Mu Yanbing, on the other hand, had a serious expression as if he did not see the look in her eyes when she complained.

The meal was finally finished. Under Molan's enthusiasm, a table of dishes entered Yuen Chuan's stomach like a meal. She was so full that she almost could not walk anymore.

When they went out, Mu Yanbing saw that she was wobbling and held her waist with a natural expression.

Yuen Chuan really could not stand stably and did not push him away.

Molan looked at him more and more happily, as if she could see a grandson from the hand that was hugging her waist.

Yuen Chuan fell asleep in the car.

In a daze, she felt that someone was hugging her.

When she woke up the next day, she found herself in bed.

The bed sheets were still messy, but there was no one around.

Was it Mu Yanbing who carried him in? Did he sleep here last night as well?

Thinking back to yesterday, Yuen Chuan felt as if she was dreaming.

She hadn't changed her clothes, so Mu Yanbing probably didn't help her take a shower.

She took off her skirt, took a shower, tidied herself up, and went out to take a taxi to the workshop.

But today, what was strange was that there wasn't a single taxi on the road.

Yuen Chuan looked at the time. If she could not stop the car, she might be late.

"Hi! Hello, do you need help?" A pleasant voice sounded.

A red Ferrari was parked in front of them.

It was Gu Yuexun.

She was wearing delicate makeup and sitting in the sports car. She looked very confident.

The last time she saw her, it was her MR studio that asked for songs and was kicked out.

For Gu Yuexun, who had the title of the new empress, this should be a rather unbearable experience.

And Yuen Chuan had witnessed the entire process at that time.

It could be said that the first time they met was not particularly harmonious.

Gu Yuexun did not seem to mind at all.

Yuen Chuan looked at the time. She was really not in a hurry to come. She was a newcomer, so it was not good to be late.

She asked Gu Yuexun if it was convenient to send her to the MR studio.

Gu Yuexun seemed to have forgotten the awkwardness of meeting for the first time and indicated that she was also on the way, so she let Yuen Chuan get in the car.

Along the way, Gu Yuexun found some relaxing topics to chat with Yuen Chuan, making people feel very comfortable.

Yuen Chuan liked her grace and magnanimity very much and was also somewhat envious of her confidence and achievements.

The two people who wanted to make friends exchanged phone calls.

Yuen Chuan took the song that was revised the day before and the new one that was written yesterday for Mr. M to read.

Mr. Ma was a little surprised.

The revised song, Silent Romance, was melodious and melodious. It was very outstanding, but it was not very outstanding.

However, the newly written Sea Breeze surprised him.

In the modern market where almost all bitter songs were popular, this happy yet long tune was refreshing.

Moreover, the rhythm of the song was very infectious.

During this period of time, Yuen Chuan's improvement was very fast. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was a genius.

In addition, she worked hard. In Mr. Feng's view, it was only a matter of time before she became famous.

"Yuen Chuan, are you in love?" After thinking for a long time, Mr. Feng slowly spoke.

Yuen Chuan was waiting for his evaluation of the song, but she did not expect him to ask such a question.

"No, what does this have to do with the song?" Yuen Chuan was puzzled.

"This song, Sea Breeze, has a strong sense of happiness. People who do not have love cannot write it, even if they do not have love. There is also a person who can make you feel love, right? "Although it was just a question, it was actually a firm tone.

Yuen Chuan thought of Mu Yanbing's actions yesterday. Love?

It was a little bitter. It shouldn't be that bad.

It was just a business marriage. The women around him had never stopped, from Muh Yufei to Feng Yingying.

Then what did he count as?

"No, not at all." Yuen Chuan did not dare to imagine that Mu Yanbing would fall in love with her.

Mr. Feng looked at her subtle expression and knew that she was probably thinking of someone.

This couple was really interesting.

He didn't press her any further, "I'll help you fill out the lyrics for these two songs. Have you thought about who you want to sing them for?"

Yuen Chuan mustered her courage, "I will sing it myself!"

From the moment Sea Breeze was released, she had decided that this song belonged to herself.

She would not give it to anyone.

Mr. Feng didn't seem to be surprised by her decision at all.

After that, the assistant arranged to bring Yuen Chuan to the place where the singers recorded their songs to learn more.

He instructed Yuen Chuan not to eat spicy food and to protect her throat.

Finally, he looked at her and added flirtatiously, "Don't have too much sex life either. It affects your throat."

Yuen Chuan almost spat out a mouthful of water.

She remembered that when she woke up in the pool yesterday, her voice was indeed very hoarse.

She did not know how to refute Mr. Feng's words.

While studying and running around, his days passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month.

In this half a month, Yuen Chuan went back at night. The lights in the study were all on.

When she woke up in the morning, the bedsheets beside her were also messy.

It was just that it was very rare to see people.

It seemed that when he said he would give birth, he was indeed perfunctory to Molan.

Ever since they found out that Gu Yuexun went to the company along the way, she was the one who brought him to the workshop every morning. The relationship between the two also became better and better.

On the contrary, Feng Yingying and Mu Yanbing's scandal did not get blown up. Yuen Chuan felt that it was a little strange.

She heard from Mr. Manager's assistant that there were people who wanted to stir things up, but Director Mu's scandal was not something that any media would dare to release.

Hence, it was nipped in the cradle just like that. It only spread in the industry and Feng Yingying found a big backer.