Don't mess with the rich girl

Successfully tampered with his own volunteer, Mu Qingqing was a little happy. In order to avoid being suspected, Mu Qingqing listened carefully in class. I made up my mind secretly. I will be careful in my future. This kind of thing to finish a paper perfectly will never happen again.

Because it was Friday, the students who lived far away in the class had to walk a long way. They left school early at 3 p.m.

Mu Qingqing followed a large number of students to the school gate. She knew that she could not escape the severe beating tonight.

According to Su Cuiyun's temperament, the anger held in the morning will rise to a higher level in the evening. If it weren't for the fact that this place is a school, she Su Cuiyun would have to face up. It's estimated that she can't escape a severe beating even in school.

Mu Qingqing starts to look at the blue sky, but his heart is no longer as heavy as the previous life. She thought that even if she could not escape a severe beating, Su Cuiyun should pay twice as much!

When he reached the middle of the road 100 meters away from home, Mu Qingqing stopped and concentrated on listening to the movement of Mu's villa at the moment.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be invincible in a hundred battles!

You can clearly hear the crisp sound of porcelain bowl and spoon bumping together.

"Youyou baby, drink more." was su Cuiyun's voice. When I love Mu Xiaoyou, I often call her youyou baby. But to Mu Qingqing, she often roars with her name and surname. Sometimes, she scolds her broom star and little bitch. There are many such differential treatment. In her previous life, when Su Cuiyun treated differently, Mu Qingqing thought that her sister Mu Xiaoyou was weaker than herself, so she needed more care and care.

However, Mu Qingqing now recognizes the facts. Su Cuiyun's attitude towards Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen clearly made her feel that she had picked it up from the outside. But when Mu Qing looked in the mirror, he was even more confused about the situation. Isn't this face that is seven points like Su Cuiyun really his mother's own?

"Mom, I won't drink." Mu Xiaoyou murmured, powerless.

Mu Qingqing is stunned. Does it mean that Mu Xiaoyou didn't go to school today? Still drinking Chinese medicine at home?

This

"OK, no more. Go to sleep. Your sister will come back and cook for you." then Su Cuiyun put down the bowl.

"Mom, I don't eat the food she cooked! It's terrible. Can't you drive her out? She has hurt me like this today." Mu Xiaoyou's dissatisfied voice made Mu Qingqing feel cold again. Is this really what my sister, who is usually as clever as her grandson, says in front of her?

"One day, she will be kicked out, but not now. Alas..." Su Cuiyun touched Mu Xiaoyou's forehead and said, "you know, dad and mom made such a mess yesterday. If something happens again, it's hard to guarantee that mom won't divorce dad."

"Mom, there's no money at home. Why do we stay here?" Mu Xiaoyou said with some hatred. "The servant at home is gone, the bodyguard quit, and we have to walk to school by ourselves. Why do we keep this kind of home?"

"Youyou, it's your mother's fault. I'll take you out of here when my mother finds the right opportunity." Su Cuiyun seems to sit on the mattress in muxiaoyou's room. Muqingqing hears the metal sound of the spring.

The right opportunity? MuQing smiled coldly. She was afraid that she was looking for a man who was richer than her father Mu Anren. After finding him, she kicked her father. If so, she is willing to push the boat with the water and help Su Cuiyun!

But, mother and sister, why do you want to leave Mu's house? It sounds like only the two of them are leaving. What about her Mu Qingqing and her brother Mu Yichen?

"There's no money at home now. Do you know what my classmates think of me? They say my clothes are picked up on the street. Mom, I haven't bought new clothes for a long time..." Mu Xiaoyou complains to Su Cuiyun.

"Well, baby, stop talking. You can study well. Your sister filled in sandaokou middle school. If you can't pass the exam, mom's face will be disgraced. If you do better than her, mom will reward you." Su Cuiyun thought of the failure of blocking Mu Qingqing's volunteer today, and felt that her stomach was burning.

"Mom, she usually does too little. You can arrange more things for her, so she won't have time to read and study." Mu Xiaoyou's tone is very excited. It sounds like she has found some peerless secret recipe.

ha-ha. What a good sister and mother! Not having time to study can make her fail to enter sandaokou middle school. It's really a good way!

Mu Qingqing also wanted to listen. A strong arm suddenly put on her shoulder and scared her soul to fly.

She turned her head and saw the face of a strange boy.

On a pair of dark black pupils, I can't see to the end. The sword eyebrow is horizontal, the bridge of the nose is high, and the thin lip is very sexy. The outline of the face seems to be carved. Although he has a small crew cut, he is not inferior to those small fresh meat with various hairstyles. The gray t-shirt on the body is very close to the body. You can see the faint muscles and increase the charm value more and more.

Mu Qingqing admitted that the boy who was a head taller than her was really handsome.

It's -- her temperament is a little cold, and her eyes, as if she owed him a life, stare at her fiercely, as if she wanted to kill her thousands of times.

On this road full of peach trees, plum trees and roses, there are blue sky, white clouds and the sun. Mu Qingqing holds a book and looks up at the little flat headed boy who is one head tall.

Although the boy is very handsome, she has not fallen to the point of indulging in beauty.

However, she was stunned. What happened???

It must be because she was too slow to move her eyes and her steps!

"Dwarf, you stepped on my phone number." the cold young man in front of me, arrogant, said such a sentence slowly.

"Ah???" Mu Qingqing came back to himself, lowered his head and looked slowly at his feet.

Er... A piece of white paper was stained with soil and became dirty, but there was an Arabic numeral 8 on the paper under her feet.

"Still don't loosen?" the cold young man squatted down helplessly and stared nervously at the note under muqingqing's feet.

Mu Qingqing paused and made a move that even she felt her face burned.

She——

His feet took off, jumped to the side of the rose bushes, then lost his center of gravity and leaned back.