Don't mess with the rich girl

Mu Anren stared at the woman on the photo frame, his eyes were dim, and he was distracted.

"Dad..." Mu Qingqing shouted when he saw that he had not recovered.

"Well, where did you find this photo?" Mu Anren remembers that many things burned after she left. Where did the frame come out?

"On Grandpa's side, I happened to pass by a sundry room and saw this photo frame. Oh, by the way, there are photo albums. Dad, do you want to see them?" Mu Qingqing's look was filled with joy, completely like I didn't know Mu Anren's mood.

Mu Anren nodded hard, holding the photo frame tightly in his hand, for fear that if he let go, he would not even have a memory.

Mu Qingqing opened his chair and quickly walked to the porch cabinet on one side. He opened the drawer and took out the album that had been put inside in advance.

When he saw the thick and old album, Mu Anren's hand trembled slightly. Did you keep this album? He looked rather nervous and looked at Mu Qingqing. Did she find anything?

"Dad, many of them are old photos, as well as the photos of mom when she was young." Mu Qingqing smiled naively, like appreciating the photos of Mu Anren and Su Cuiyun.

Mu Anren is a little relieved. No matter how smart she is, she is only 14 years old. Besides, only a few people know what happened that year. No one will tell Mu Qingqing.

"They are old." Mu Anren wants to turn the album, but he finds that he has no courage to turn it. Those past, in these years, have already become sharp thorns. As long as you open it, it will make his heart bleed.

She can't come back.

The substitute, now lying in the bedroom upstairs, is intoxicated in the dream country, completely unaware of his mind.

Mu Qingqing immediately found his abnormality and asked, "Dad, why don't you look at these old photos?"

"Cough... I'll see it later." Mu Anren pretended to be calm, but he couldn't put down the black-and-white wedding photo in his hand, and couldn't even move his eyes. At that time, he was wearing a military uniform, holding her shoulder and smiling with determination.

But they can't go back.

Mu Qingqing gently knocked on the white European table and looked hesitant in the dense fog of the bowl of lees and boiled eggs in front of Mu Anren.

"Qingqing, what are you thinking?" Mu Anren grabbed the photo frame in one hand and enjoyed Mu Qingqing's breakfast, but found that Mu Qingqing's expression was not right.

"I don't know what's going on. When I see this picture, I always have a strange illusion." Mu Qingqing shook her head slightly, looking like she must have felt wrong.

"What illusion?" Mu Anren didn't think there was anything wrong with Mu Qingqing's words. He just asked her casually.

"I think the person in this picture doesn't look like his mother." Mu Qingqing hesitated, but his eyes stayed on the table in front of him and didn't dare to look directly at Mu Anren. It felt like she was afraid that Mu Anren would be angry.

"What's different." mu'an's benevolence was startled, and his hand was flustered. A mouthful of wine grains scalded his tongue.

Mu Qingqing quickly poured a glass of cold water for him. He didn't dare to slow down at all.

After a while, Mu Qingqing didn't dare to speak again. She felt that her father had always been good to her and didn't want to make Mu Anren unhappy, so she thought, why don't we stop here?

"I'm fine, you go on." Mu Anren's tongue is numb and his heart is very nervous, but he wants to know Mu Qingqing's real idea, although... This real idea will make his next life difficult.

"The mother in the picture smiles very gently..." Mu Qingqing lowered her voice and said.

Yes, gentle. Su Cuiyun upstairs is gentle to him on weekdays. He can imitate this thing. Painting skin and tiger is difficult to draw bone. Nine points seem to be there, but it's still one point short, and it's always one point short.

"Your mother has paid a lot for her family over the years. She's a little angry." Mu Anren's hand holding the spoon is tight and loose. As long as Mu Qingqing doesn't notice that it's two people. This is one of the few times he spoke for Su Cuiyun's excuse.

"But how do I feel that the person in the picture and my mother are two people?" Mu Qingqing murmured, and his voice was just heard by Mu Anren.

Mu Anren didn't hold the spoon firmly, and the porcelain bumped and made a crisp sound.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Mu Qingqing asked timely.

"How... How could it be? How could you think so." Mu Anren knew for the first time that mother and son were connected. Mu Qingqing felt the photo he was holding in his hand. He could look at the photo and feel that it was not the same person.

"It's as like as two peas, but they are a little wider and a little narrow, and they have a finger that is obviously better looking." Mu Qingqing listed two different places, and used facts to tell the truth of Mu An Ren.

Mu Anren's forehead exudes a thin and dense cold sweat. Mu Qingqing is really his own. He observes deeply, sharp and meticulous.

"Dad, what do you say?" Mu Qingqing asked boldly.

"This... You're dazzled. This photo was taken by the camera. It's normal to have slight differences with real people." Mu Anren explained calmly.

However, Mu Qingqing immediately opened the album and turned to the photo of taking a bath when she was ten months old. It was still "she".

Mu Anren was so nervous that his palms were soaked with sweat. Mu Qingqing came prepared.

"As like as two peas in your hand, Dad," he said, "the picture is exactly the same." Mu Qingqing's face is getting more and more heavy.

The dining room was silent. Mu Anren stared at the picture of Mu Qingqing sitting in the bathtub. He was in a panic. His daughter asked him with the facts, but how dare he answer these questions.

"Dad." Mu Qingqing shouted to him, naturally with a silk in his voice.

Mu Anren looked down at the time on his watch and it was time to go to the company. He hurriedly put down his spoon and picked up the album and photo frame in one hand.

"Qingqing, dad is going to the company. You can study at home. If you want to go out, go out and have a bodyguard." Mu Anren sandwiched the album and photo frame under his arm, and took out a stack of money from his wallet to Mu Qingqing. "Take the money and use it yourself. Dad will go first."

Escape.

Mu Qingqing is trying to stop Mu Anren, but mu Anren hurried out of the door with her album and photo frame.

Mu Qingqing got up to chase, but his legs didn't run as fast as the car.

However, she saw Mu Anren's escape. Unfortunately, she didn't see Mu Anren recall any past, but she was intent on pressing it down, and didn't even want Mu Qingqing to know a little news.

It seems that there is a big problem between the album and the photo frame. Moreover, mu'an has a weak heart.

Mu Qingqing didn't get the answer she wanted. Instead, she was taken away by Mu Anren. She hung her head, picked up the bowls and spoons on the table, poured Mu Anren's unfinished lees into the trash can, and then cleaned the bowls and pots.

After aunt Qiong got up, there was no Mu Qingqing at home. The child went out early to find Bai jiaoniang. However, aunt Qiong was very relieved to have ah Qi and ah Jiu follow.

Muqingqing holds a stack of money in her hand, but her mind is not on the money in her hand. Xiao Yun, who was wearing a invisibility cloak, stared at the red note in Mu Qingqing's hand and felt that his master was one step closer to the rich man!

People come and go in the tailor's shop, and business is as good as ever. When Mu Qingqing arrives at the shop, Bai jiaoniang is making clothes. Her movements are smooth and fast.

"Little girl, I made it according to your size. Go and try those clothes first to see if they fit. I'll come and take pictures for you later." Bai jiaoniang said with a smile.

"Sister, your business is booming. Do you have time to shoot for me?" Mu Qingqing joked.

"I have to squeeze out time when I have no time. I want to be the richest woman. I can't afford to delay your time," said Bai jiaoniang. She didn't neglect her actions at all, let alone let Mu Qingqing waste her time.

"I'll try on the clothes first. You don't have to worry too much." Mu Qingqing said with a smile.

Bai jiaoniang nodded and was still very busy. The summer vacation was muqingqing's leisure time, but for Bai jiaoniang, it was the peak season of clothing business. Many cocktail parties and some people who liked custom clothes would book in advance. The tailor's business is getting busier and busier.

Mu Qingqing walks into the shed built by Bai jiaoniang, sees a row of shelves on one side, and knows how fast Bai jiaoniang is. When I think of the blood in Bai jiaoniang's eyes, I'm afraid she made these clothes all night. What a desperate girl.

Holding a white sweet blouse and a pair of blue jeans, Mu Qingqing entered the fitting room. The clothes just fit. Mu Qingqing stares at the mirror with satisfaction and has a deeper understanding of Bai jiaoniang's craft. Her hands are skillful and her eyes are even more vicious. At a glance, she determines what style and size clothes she can wear.

Well, I really admire Bai Jiao Niang more and more.

I tried several sets of clothes again, and there was no size error in any of them. Mu Qingqing was very satisfied with Bai jiaoniang's hand speed. She was worthy of being a big man in the women's clothing industry in the future. Her workmanship was first-class.

Mu Qingqing decided not to try on his clothes and sat down on the beach chair props set aside to have a rest. She closed her eyes and checked Bai jiaoniang's state. At the moment, she was still busy and had several sets of clothes and materials at hand. She was afraid she couldn't come for a while.

After thinking for a while, Mu Qingqing decided to shoot by herself. After all, she used to use a camera. When she went to school, she also took beautiful pictures with a low pixel mobile phone.

Just do what she says. Muqingqing sets about putting up the shelf and drags ah Qi and ah Jiu in to set up the reflector. She sits on the props of the beach chair, poses and takes several photos with delay.