After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

Fang Yuan was furious and rushed out of the Mo family like a headless fly.

We cried all the way, and the pear blossoms brought rain.

Little did he know that Mu Xingrui was observing everything secretly.

This woman had quite a bit of Mu Jiayin's foolishness at that time, and she couldn't help but show a hint of ridicule.

"You're crying so hard. Could it be that you were bullied by Su Qianrou?"

She stood in front of her fiercely, with a strange yin and yang tone in her voice.

Looking at each other with her hands crossed, she looked arrogant.

Fang Yuan stopped, raised her head and looked at each other, her tears suddenly stopped.

Only my nose was still sobbing from time to time.

He looked absolutely miserable.

"None of your business! Who do you think you are!" Her eyes turned red and she was not angry at all.

Mu Xingrui raised her eyebrows and smiled, then suddenly became calm and serious, her face serious.

"Of course it's none of my business. You've heard that the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Fang Yuan frowned, her eyes flashing sharply in suspicion.

She was invited into the car.

The interior of the car was dark, just like the dull feeling before it rained, which made people feel heavy.

The two people's eyes exchanged for a while, and then she realized the past festivities between Mu Xingrui and Su Ruirou.

For a moment, she felt like she was reborn, and she was filled with a sense of like-minded excitement for this woman who suddenly appeared.

"A woman like Su Qianrou deserves to die!" She clenched her fists and said angrily.

Mu Xingrui nodded in agreement, and at the same time there was a cunning look in his eyes.

"Do you want to take revenge on her?"

"Of course I have! At least let her get a bad reputation!" Fang Yuan gritted her teeth.

The muscles of the cheeks were also beating tremblingly due to the pull of the nerves.

She hated Su Qianrou so much that she wished she could disappear immediately.

This kind of her is exactly what Mu Xingrui wants to see.

"That's fine. I know there is a global design competition coming soon. I can help you deal with her."

She lowered her round eyes, with bottomless scheming brewing in her eyes.

"Really?" Fang Yuan's eyes widened, with both doubt and excitement.

She quickly averted her eyes again and raised the corners of her lips vaguely.

Thanks to Mo Beichen, Su Qianrou was forced to take on the job of fashion design.

Although she did not graduate in this major, the title of the original genius girl is not in vain.

This is nothing more than a trivial matter.

She held her cheeks in her hands and thought for a while, and soon started swiping her pencil on the paper.

Look serious and focused.

Mo Beichen didn't even notice that he was standing behind her.

After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, stretched and leaned back.

Huh?

It's hard and has a skin-like texture. What is it?

Her fingertips touched something inexplicably, and her face darkened with confusion.

"Is it easy to touch?"

A low-alcohol, yet magnetic male voice sounded from behind her.

The man lowered his eyes and stared at her with interest.

He only covered his lower body, and his upper body showed strong muscles, full of masculine charm.

The wet, messy hair was still dripping with water, which set off his perfect facial features with great sexual tension.

When you think about it carefully, it's hard not to salivate.

She was startled and turned over in surprise.

"Why are you here?" She was a little flustered, her eyes confused.

"This is my home, and I'm perfectly normal in my home."

He said leisurely while wiping his wet hair.

The muscles in his body were trembling slightly with his movements.

The signs of his exercise are obvious.

That's right, this is the Mo family, not the Su family. Feeling unreasonable, she withdrew her gaze and changed the topic.

"Take a look, Mr. Mo, this is the artwork I designed. I'm sorry if I can't help you win the global championship."

She put the drawing on his chest coldly, with a deserted expression.

Cold as a robot.

He glanced at the drawings without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"For a smart person like you, the champions of various competitions across the country have been collected. Isn't this kind of design a piece of cake for you?"

He focused his gaze on her again, his deep eyes full of meaning.

It sounds like flattery, but in fact it is making fun of yourself.

She snorted from the bottom of her throat.

"I dare not take it for granted that you think so highly of me." She glanced sideways at him, expressionless.

"It's time to go to sleep. Mr. Mo should rest early." She stretched again and yawned.

Drowsiness sets in.

"Have you not considered easing our relationship?" He turned sideways, his face a bit lonely.

According to his past temperament, he would always step forward forcefully to capture this disobedient woman.

But today, I restrained myself.

The wiping action in his hands suddenly stopped, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

She was stunned, looked back, and asked in reply.

"What's wrong with our current relationship? Or should it be worse?"

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows aggressively.

Her speech became more and more sharp, and those sentences were like knives dropped from the sky, deadly.

There was a slight pain in his heart.

"Consider becoming Mrs. Mo again." His face began to twist slightly.

Mrs. Mo?

Sounds like the joke of the century.

She did not forget that when she still held this title, this cruel man did not exercise his husband's obligations and rights.

Otherwise, she would not have fallen into the sea, and the eldest brother would not have lost a hand.

Thinking about it, the seeds of hatred in my heart began to sprout again.

"There are many women who want to be your Mrs. Mo, and I am not the only one missing." She waved her hands, looking nonchalant.

"I advise you not to have any ideas about me. I don't mean that."

After saying that, she went back to her room without leaving a trace.

He had a sad look on his face and held his forehead with his hand, feeling a heavy sense of helplessness spreading.

What on earth should he do?

How long will she hate herself?

The next day, Mr. Mo.

Fang Yuan secretly found Su Qianrou's drawings at her workstation.

Her name was scrawled under the drawing.

Fang Yuan grinned and was in a good mood.

She looked around and took a photo of the original drawing with a few clicks.

knock off!

"Xu Ying, I have already passed it on to you." She stood in the corner, covering her mouth with one hand.

His eyes were furtive and his voice was extremely small.

She was afraid that people would notice her illegal behavior.

"Got it, just wait, you'll get good news soon."

Mu Xingrui looked at the drawing carefully with eyebrows gleaming, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

"Okay, then I'll rely on you!"

The moment she closed the phone, Fang Yuan said goodbye to her hair as if nothing happened.

His eyes showed domineering glances everywhere.

After Mu Xingrui dialed the number leisurely, she dialed again.

"I have the original manuscript for the Mo Design Competition..."

Su Qianrou didn't know that there was a trap waiting for her to jump out of next.

There was no alertness in the whole body.