Don't mess with the rich girl

MuQing took a hot bath, changed into her usual skirt, and turned out the most simple beige dress from the wardrobe. She dragged down the stairs, just opposite Su Cuiyun.

Su Cuiyun seemed to have lost money. She was so frightened that she scolded: "dead girl, do you have eyes? Your eyes are on the top of your head, aren't they!"

"Mom..." Mu Qingqing took a look at the living room. Didn't Su Cuiyun see the reporter sitting in the living room with a camera?

Of course, Mu Qingqing's every move at the moment is exposed to Yang Haochi's camera. Except that she went upstairs to take a bath and change clothes just now, Yang Haochi was waiting in the living room. He was changing the camera film just now. Naturally, he missed Su Cuiyun's return.

Unfortunately, Su Cuiyun's disgusted expression was photographed by him. Mu Qingqing was also involved. She was wronged at the moment.

"Don't call me mom, you're not born to me!" Su Cuiyun angrily pushed Mu Qingqing standing on the steps in front of her and directly pushed her into the wall.

Mu Qingqing didn't hide. He really didn't have the strength to hold the wall. After exercising all morning, he didn't have time to supplement his physical strength. So he was pushed by Su Cuiyun to slide down from the wall and hit his forehead on the wall.

The red and swollen bag suddenly bulged. Su Cuiyun shook her sleeves and walked upstairs, completely ignoring Mu Qingqing.

In the last life, when Su Cuiyun was in a bad mood, he would yell at Mu Qingqing like, "you weren't born to me.". At that time, Mu Qingqing only thought that Su Cuiyun was in a bad mood and made no choice. Although she was wronged, she wouldn't seriously argue with Su Cuiyun.

However, now Su Cuiyun said this again. Mu Qingqing slightly clenched her hand. What she said was serious.

"Qingqing!" as soon as aunt Qiong put down her plate, she saw Mu Qingqing sitting at the entrance of the stairs, holding her forehead, and her expression was extremely bent. She heard Su Cuiyun's voice just now. Naturally, she knew what was going on.

Yang Haochi put down his camera and took two steps up the stairs to support the wood Qingqing. His eyes looked puzzled upstairs. Is this your own?

Mu Qingqing didn't do anything wrong. Su Cuiyun knocked people on the wall at will, regardless of it!

Mu Qingqing raised her eyes, grabbed Yang Haochi's elbow, looked at him naively and said, "my mother has a strange temper sometimes. I'm sorry."

After hearing this, Yang Haochi couldn't help rubbing an unknown fire at the bottom of his heart. Can he do whatever he wants if he has a strange temper? If you have a strange temper, you can't give each other equal respect?

It's lawless!

At this moment, Mu Qingqing still has some double shadows in front of her. She is helped down the stairs by Aunt Qiong and Yang Haochi. Mu Qingqing almost doesn't stand firm. Her leg muscles were sore and she couldn't help it.

On the dining table, Mu Qingqing rubbed the big bag on her forehead, and aunt Qiong turned the medicine in the drawer.

Yang Haochi now put down his camera and looked at Mu Qingqing with blood. He had a little admiration for mu Qingqing. He was already an able man who could be admitted to the No. 1 in city A. unexpectedly, after the mysterious veil was taken off, he found that Mu Qingqing was only a mortal no matter how good his grades were.

"My name is Yang Haochi. I'm a reporter from a city daily." Yang Haochi realized that he had never introduced his identity to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing rubbed the big bag on her forehead with one hand and the muscle on her right leg with the other hand. This kind of physical pain really made her a little unbearable. She's afraid of pain. Had to nod perfunctorily.

"Girl, wipe this." aunt Qiong finally found Yunnan Baiyao and quickly applied it to Mu Qingqing.

Yang Haochi put his hands on the table and stopped moving the camera. He felt that Mu Qingqing would not want to be photographed at dinner.

"Why don't you shoot?" Mu Qingqing crumpled the trace of maturity in his eyes and asked with a little innocence.

"But, is that ok?" Yang Haochi wanted to shoot for a long time, but he was afraid of muqingqing's unhappiness and didn't accept the interview in the afternoon.

"Of course." MuQing smiled. She was not the kind of person with a small stomach. As long as Yang Haochi didn't shoot into the bathroom and bedroom.

Yang Haochi picked up the camera and took some pictures of muqingqing applying medicine. The big bag on his forehead was obvious.

"Eat, young man." aunt Qiong felt pity for Yang Haochi. She didn't know how poor she was. Why did she lie on the road and sleep.

"Oh, oh, good." Yang Haochi was a little reserved. In fact, he was hungry, but the host didn't move his chopsticks, so he was embarrassed to start first.

Mu Qingqing picked up the chopsticks on the table when she felt that she was not in a trance. She practiced a little hard today. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't afford to pick up vegetables with chopsticks.

"I'll change a spoon for you." aunt Qiong felt pity for mu Qingqing. The girl didn't know what she had done. She kept exercising and couldn't hold chopsticks stably.

"Thank you, aunt Qiong." Mu Qingqing smiled sweetly, and her heart was warm. Look, even aunt Qiong knows that she loves her. Su Cuiyun's mother really doesn't have a snack.

But it doesn't matter.

Mu Qingqing slightly hooked her lips and soon put her eyes on the table in the dining room. She ate slowly and was the last to finish.

Yang Haochi looked at the time and wanted to finish the interview before 3:30 p.m. he had to hurry to take a bus back to the town, and then take a bus from the town to the county town. He came all the way to interview Mu Qingqing, the female champion.

"Can we start the interview now?" Yang Haochi asked uncontrollably.

MuQing nodded and then added a sentence. "I will answer very concisely. I'm really tired today. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. Just say what you want to say." anyway, he is the main writer of the manuscript.

MuQing counted and nodded. He didn't want to say a word, but the child was a little poor. If he couldn't earn living expenses, what could his sister do. The most important thing is that the child is very simple. Mu Qingqing is afraid that he will lose his job together.

"Do you have any plans for the future after you got the No. 1 in a city?" Yang Haochi took out the recording pen and put it on the table, took the camera in his hand and took some natural photos.

Mu Qingqing thought a little, "my plan is now only in high school, that is, sandaokou middle school."

She wouldn't say that in the next ten years, she most wants to become a secret rich, sit in the real estate of city a and firmly hold her property in her own hands.

Yang Haochi asked her learning method again. Mu Qingqing smiled and still moved out of the set of rote memorization.

"How did you know you were the No. 1 in city a?"

Mu Qingqing glanced at Yang Haochi's Notepad, which was full of dozens of questions. Her scalp was slightly numb and she suddenly regretted the interview.

"The school pulled the banner." Mu Qingqing sat up straight, holding his hands, looking a little tired.

"What's your parents' reaction when they know you're the top student?"

"They are very calm, just say let me make persistent efforts."

"Before interviewing you, I went to your school. Your head teacher said that you raised your academic achievements in the last month. What is the reason?" Yang Haochi thought that the title of this draft could be positioned as a counter attack, from learning slag to learning bully.

Mu Qingqing smiled, then looked at Aunt Qiong and squeezed her eyes. "You can study wholeheartedly without doing housework."

Yang Haochi raised his eyebrows slightly and was puzzled.

"Don't do housework? What's the relationship between learning and doing housework?" Yang Haochi is a person who needs to ask if he doesn't understand. Of course, he won't let go of this question.

Mu Qingqing stared at the recording pen on the table, raised his hand and pressed the recording part of the table, lowered his voice and said, "my previous study time was occupied by housework. Later, after aunt Qiong came, I was liberated."

After loosening the recording pen, Mu Qingqing put her hands on the table. These questions are very boring. She just wants to go upstairs to read. Reading is much more interesting than accepting an interview.

Yang Haochi asked some miscellaneous questions, but mu Qingqing didn't answer them one by one. She skipped everything she didn't want to answer. After asking no less than 30 questions, Mu Qingqing answered more than half, and the whole person was listless.

"Well, my interview is over." Yang Haochi turned off the recorder and put the camera in his backpack. Instead of leaving Mu's house immediately, he stared at the stairs with a strange look.

The big bag on muqingqing's forehead has changed from red and swollen to bruised. She sits on the table without saying a word and wants to rest for a while before going upstairs.

"Is that your mother?" Yang Haochi asked gossip.

The expression on Mu Qingqing's face is a little dodgy. It seems that some don't want to answer this question.

"Er, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. You won't write it in the interview." Yang Haochi felt that his words were a little more, which may have caused Mu Qingqing's trouble.

"She's not nice to me." Mu Qingqing said calmly.

"Beat you like this at ordinary times?" Yang Haochi frowned and felt that Su Cuiyun's emotion towards Mu Qingqing was inexplicable.

Before Mu Qingqing could speak, Su Cuiyun walked downstairs in high heels. When I came to the stairs, I saw a strange big boy sitting at the dinner table and couldn't help sneering.

"Little bitch, if you have nothing to do, take a wild man home. I'll call your father and let him have a good look at your true face." Su Cuiyun's mood is extremely bad. He is angry. Bao muqingqing sits idly in the dining room and naturally wants to find a vent.

Mu Qingqing pursed her lips, shook her head slightly and motioned Yang Haochi not to speak.

Sure enough, Su Cuiyun strode down, grabbed Mu Qingqing's hair and pulled her to the side of the phone.

For a long time, Mu Qingqing grabbed her hair in one hand and tried not to be hurt by Su Cuiyun. How long has it been? Su Cuiyun has endured the fire that hasn't been sent out for so long. It's really burning a little.

"Dead girl, I usually pretend to be obedient at home. Let your father have a good look today. What kind of person you are." Su Cuiyun grabbed her hair and dialed Mu Anren's landline.