At this moment, the barrier between them seemed to suddenly disappear.
Their hearts, like their bodies, stick together without reservation.
The driver, who had been ignored by the two of them as a background wall, saw this and silently raised the partition.
The next half month.
Mo Wushuang goes to school during the day and competes in the program group at night.
The program of The Masked Singer is in full swing, and the response on the Internet is particularly enthusiastic and the traffic is extremely high.
Since the singers all wear masks, although Mo Wushuang's No. 015 has become popular among netizens as a favorite for the championship, but...
Mo Wushuang's life is still very peaceful. In reality, no one except Qin Muhan knows that Mo Wushuang is No. 015.
During this period, Qin Muhan was a perfect and considerate husband, taking Mo Wushuang to school and games, and taking good care of Mo Wushuang.
However, Mo Wushuang clearly felt that Qin Muhan's face was getting more and more ugly during this period.
"Brother Han, you don't look good. Are you sick?"
Mo Wushuang looked at the pale Qin Muhan and asked worriedly.
Qin Muhan smiled and rubbed Mo Wushuang's head:
"I'm fine, don't worry."
When Qin Tian heard Qin Muhan's answer, he couldn't help but frown and sighed in his heart.
During this period, Master Qin often worked overtime until three or four in the morning to process the company's documents in order to personally pick up and drop off Mo Wushuang.
Ordinary people can't stand it, let alone someone like Mr. Qin who is injured himself?
Can Mr. Qin not feel haggard?
Master Qin's love brain is really hopeless!
"But your complexion is so pale, you seem to be lacking energy and blood." Mo Wushuang said, reaching out to feel Qin Muhan's pulse.
Qin Muhan suddenly dodged Mo Wushuang's movement and inserted his hand into the gap between Mo Wushuang's fingers, instantly interlocking with Mo Wushuang's fingers.
Immediately, he lowered his head and kissed the back of Mo Wushuang's hand gently.
Mo Wushuang blushed when he saw this, and whispered awkwardly:
"Your assistant is still here!"
Qin Muhan chuckled and pecked Mo Wushuang's crimson face:
"Just treat him like air."
Mo Wushuang: "..."
How could she treat such a big living person like air?
Qin Muhan saw Mo Wushuang pouting his red lips in distress, and his sexy Adam's apple suddenly slid.
Immediately, he suddenly grabbed Mo Wushuang's chin, lowered his head and kissed Mo Wushuang's red lips fiercely.
Mo Wushuang's eyes widened in surprise: "..."
This guy is really...
Don’t treat Qin Tian as a human being!
When Qin Tian saw this, he glared at Qin Muhan and Mo Wushuang in depression: "..."
He shouldn't be in the car, he should be under the car.
After a long time.
Qin Tian stepped on the brakes and said to Mo Wushuang and Qin Muhan behind him without daring to look back:
"Master Qin, we have arrived at the program team."
When Qin Muhan heard this, he let go of Mo Wushuang with unfinished thoughts:
"Honey, I believe you will get the championship trophy."
He gently adjusted Mo Wushuang's collar and his beautiful hair like a waterfall.
Today is the final of the Masked Singer.
He believes in his wife's strength.
Hearing this, Mo Wushuang chuckled and kissed Qin Muhan's handsome face:
"Thank you husband for your kind words."
When Qin Muhan heard the word husband, his pupils suddenly lit up, and he pinched Mo Wushuang's slender waist in surprise:
"What did you say, say it again?"
"Say thank you?" Mo Wushuang asked deliberately.
Seeing this, Qin Muhan suddenly lowered his head and bit Mo Wushuang's tender earlobe:
"Call husband."
Mo Wushuang's ears tingled when he heard the seductive low voice. He immediately raised his head and nipped Qin Muhan's ear not to be outdone.
Qin Muhan's ears went numb, and he suddenly grabbed Mo Wushuang's chin. Just as he was about to punish Mo Wushuang, he suddenly heard Mo Wushuang's charming and soft voice, slowly ringing in his ears:
"Husband, thank you for your support."
After saying that, Mo Wushuang suddenly jumped out of Qin Muhan's arms, opened the car door and got out of the car.
Qin Muhan looked at Mo Wushuang's handsome back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up with a smile of happiness.
In the past half month, Mo Wushuang didn't tell him about the divorce. Mo Wushuang shouldn't want to divorce him, right?
Thinking of this possibility, Qin Muhan suddenly opened the car door and got out of the car, catching up with Mo Wushuang.
Suddenly, Mo Wushuang was hugged tightly from behind.
Mo Wushuang suddenly felt his hot chest pressing against his back, smelled the familiar cold fragrance, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"What's wrong?"
"Wife..."
Can we just stay happy like this?
Qin Muhan simply called his wife, but in the end he did not say what was in his heart.
He was afraid that after hearing Mo Wushuang's rejection, he was even more afraid that after hearing these words, Mo Wushuang would suddenly become rebellious and return to the state of avoiding him like a snake and scorpion, insisting on divorcing him.
Mo Wushuang tilted his head and pecked Qin Muhan's chin, and said with a helpless smile:
"Brother Han, let go, I'm going to be late if you don't go!"
Why does this guy feel more nervous than her like a child taking the college entrance examination?
She even doubted that he regarded her as his daughter.
"Baby! Come on! You are the best!" Qin Muhan slowly let go of his hand and immediately encouraged Mo Wushuang.
"Yes." Mo Wushuang smiled and waved to Qin Muhan, then turned and walked into the dressing room of the program team.
In separate powder room.
Wang Xuefei nervously said to her assistant:
"Can you help me win the championship?"
"It should be possible!" The assistant's answer was not that confident.
When Wang Xuefei heard this, she was so angry that she slapped the table:
"What does it mean to be able to?"
"I spent so much money to hire you to sing for me just because I want you to help me win the championship. If you can't help me win the championship, then you should give me all the money back."
"Aren't you making things difficult for me?" the assistant said angrily when she heard Wang Xuefei's request.
"I'm not a judge, and I can't control how many points the judges give me. All I can do is give full play to my ability, sing well, and leave the rest to God."
Wang Xuefei suddenly raised her hand and slapped the assistant:
"What nonsense are you talking about? I spent so much money to show you God's will?"
"Are you stupid?"
"How much do you get, how much do you have to do."
"If you don't win the championship, you have to pay back the money."
The assistant's eyes immediately turned red when she heard this.
If it weren't for her grandmother being sick at home, she wouldn't be singing for Wang Xuefei.
She could definitely enter a singing competition on her own.
Maybe she'll be lucky and become an instant hit.
As long as she becomes popular, she will definitely earn a lot of money.
Even more than what Wang Xuefei gave her.
After the assistant was silent for a while, he said:
"If there was no No. 015, I would still be 90% sure of winning the championship, but..."
"Now that I have 015, I can only get runner-up at most. In fact, runner-up is also very powerful."
“You don’t have to be a champion.”
Wang Xuefei immediately said angrily:
"Damn it! If I want to do it, I have to be the most awesome one. If I'm the runner-up, I'll be the second most looked down upon."
"I don't want to be looked down upon."
After saying that, with a sinister coldness and murderous look on her face, she whispered to the assistant:
"Don't worry, I will help you solve No. 015 tonight. You must perform well."
"Okay." The assistant nodded, and at the urging of the staff outside the door, he quickly changed into Wang Xuefei's costume and put on Wang Xuefei's exclusive mask.
After she was ready, she walked out of the independent dressing room and walked to the stage.
