My imagination has come true

Chapter 749 Past
Mu Qingyun burst out laughing.

Yang Yuge gave his daughter a rare 'vicious' look, but he couldn't hold back his airs and said angrily: "You girl, you still have the nerve to laugh."

She looked down at the dress she was wearing.

It is a bright red evening dress that reaches to the feet and is very slim. It is decorated with a large number of bright diamonds. It has a V-neck and a hollow back. Although this dress is actually considered very conservative at the moment, where is Yang Yuge? I've worn clothes like this!
Mu Qingyun smiled and nodded: "It's really beautiful!"

Yang Yuge's face turned red, but he nodded: "Can't it be beautiful? It's like having a different head."

In fact, it is not the case. Qingyun Entertainment is famous for being very willing to spend money on its own artists. In other people's words, it is for the sake of the artists, and they spend a lot of money without blinking an eye. Their makeup team is naturally top notch.

A group of people made up exactly like the young Yang Yuge from more than 20 years ago. Although the lines on her face were covered, her skin tone was brightened, and her facial features appeared more beautiful, no one who looked at her would think that she was not Yang Yuge.

In fact, Yang Yuge was originally very beautiful, but she had been exposed to wind and rain every day, worked hard, and never knew how to take care of her. No matter how good her bones were, she couldn't withstand the torment, so she naturally looked old.

But it has been different in the past few years. Mu Qingyun sends various tonics every month. She has a lot of money and is completely financially free. She is in a very good mood. The traces of years of work have long disappeared from her. It is only because she still dresses the same as before, never particular about it, but can't sit still. Recently, she has contracted the job of cooking at the construction site, and she looks like a rural aunt.

Nowadays, the makeup team comes over and puts on makeup, dresses, and jewelry. Even if the behavior is still a bit rough, in the eyes of others, it becomes grand and informal.

After breakfast, Yang Yuge was arrested again by the hairdresser in the team.

The hair still needed to be maintained and trimmed. Mu Qingyun watched as the hairdresser of his company and the makeup girl argued for a full fifteen minutes, and finally settled on the retro hairstyle that was proposed for the first time, with only a few perms on the ends of the hair. After struggling with it for a whole morning, my mother looked back and her hair was hanging down. She looked so charming. Even Mu Qingyun, who never pays much attention to appearance, couldn't help but be a little envious. If she moved, she would tidy up her hair. My own thoughts with black hair.

Without even having lunch, Qiao's motorcade drove to the hotel, picked up Mu Qingyun and Yang Yuge, and headed straight to the Molan Racecourse.

Yang Yuge sat on the comfortable leather seat of the 'Weishen', her eyes couldn't help but wander a little. After a while, her face turned slightly red, she gently stretched out her hand to hold Mu Qingyun's finger, and whispered: "Actually, Mom is too petty. Mu Mom already knows what kind of temper that old guy Gouzi has, he doesn’t have too many evil intentions, he is just an ordinary person.”

"When I divorced him, it was more because his parents felt that their son was an intellectual and a college student, which was great. I, a country wife, was not worthy of their son. Mu Gouzi also had some signs of it, but He is chauvinistic and has the arrogance of a scholar. If I were not willing, he would not be willing to divorce first. It was my mother who did not want to be treated as a coward in their family and wanted a divorce, so she divorced."

"When I asked Qingyun to follow your father, it was my mother who was stupid and didn't think it through properly. After all these years, he had a wife and children. Suddenly, the daughter in front of him came into the house. Sun Xiaomei must have felt uncomfortable. My little Qingyun , Naturally, it’s not comfortable either.”

Mu Qingyun was silent, recalling all the past events. Although it seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago, just thinking about it still made his nose feel sour.

If it hadn't been for the sudden and unpredictable 'script coming true', it probably would have taken her a lifetime to heal her childhood.

"But even if Mu Siping is biased, he can't go that far! He should always have a bowl of water on his face. Even if it doesn't work, he told me clearly that he doesn't want to raise a daughter. Do I have to rely on him? "

"He wants to save face in the village. He doesn't want the villagers to gossip that he doesn't care about his daughter, so he wants to make my daughter suffer? Why?"

Yang Yuge finally showed some anger on his face and snorted, "If it weren't for Qingyun, you kid, you have the ability, just like him, I don't know what he would do to you!" Mu Qingyun: She doesn't know either.

Although the script showed that her future would be extremely miserable, she didn't think she would be such a useless person.

Yang Yuge sighed, was silent for a while and then said, "But after all, it has been so many years, and there is no point in complaining. In fact, I should stay away from him and never interact with him. A while ago, I didn't know who I was. My muscles are wrong, he opened his mouth, and I actually went to his birthday party. Alas, I didn’t even think about it, it was his home field, and he couldn’t be proud of it. "

"I went here just to find my own fault. Forget it, let's not be angry and mess around with him. Good girl, don't take what mom said before to heart. There is no need to invite him."

Mu Qingyun's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "It's not easy to send invitations because the price will drop."

But I have to get my face back!
Mu Qingyun took out his cell phone and glanced at the information just sent.

Mu Siping's future daughter-in-law's natal family runs a restaurant and has a fortune of around 50 million.

Checking this information is really a bit of work. After all, no matter how capable Black Suit is, he never imagined that one day he would have to investigate the background information of a small restaurant.

"Miss."

While she was thinking wildly, the driver suddenly glanced at the rearview mirror and called her softly, signaling with his eyes.

Mu Qingyun looked in the rearview mirror, rolled his eyes immediately, and said helplessly: "Hurry up, go help others." The inspection department's car following behind him was probably in disrepair, and it had been making noises for a long time. , broke down directly on the roadside.

The driver couldn't help but laugh, wiped his face quickly, put back his smile, pulled over, ran over to repair the inspection department's car, and then came back and continued driving.

Two inspections: "..."

The old patrolman's cheeky invulnerability said: "Follow me, don't let down other people's kindness."

Little inspector: "..."

The gate of Molan Racecourse is not very eye-catching. It is located on the north side of Tangcheng Mountain in southern Beijing, adjacent to Fengxiang Ancient City. It is surrounded by lush trees. Outsiders can see nothing but an unnamed gate.

Xiao Zhou from the Inspection Department drove his car in an orderly manner, following a "Weishen" worth 30 million yuan, and behind him was a "Bifang" worth 8 million yuan.

Xiao Zhou's hand holding the steering wheel was trembling slightly. His master Lao Xu next to him pretended not to laugh at him and pretended not to see it, but suddenly said: "Lou Fang doesn't look like a murderer, Qiao Qing, Mu Qingyun, these people are not like him. "