Don't mess with the rich girl

"Dad, I'm going to have a rest. You should have a rest earlier." Mu Qingqing doesn't want to chat with him. Aunt Qiong came to Zhaoxi city to supervise her and take care of her.

Supervision comes first and care comes later. She could feel Mu Anren's distrust of her.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingqing reluctantly hooks her lips. Her father's distrust of her comes from Su Cuiyu and Mu Xiaoyou.

So, at noon the next day, aunt Qiong came to her house. The key was in the flower pot on the right side of the door. What aunt Qiong saw first was the ink cloud lying on the roof in the sun. She was so frightened that she thought the child had fainted from the sun. Quickly picked him down from upstairs.

She knew about muqingqing's adoption of a child. Unexpectedly, muqingqing couldn't take care of people. She was both an ice bag and a towel. She put her head on moxiaoyun.

After the self-study in the evening, Mu Qingqing hurried home. She thought of the ink cloud on the roof. She was afraid that Aunt Qiong would make him uncomfortable, and her steps were much faster.

The little tail that has been following behind failed to keep up with her. Last night, he was escorted by moxiao river. Later, he disappeared. He failed to catch up with muqingqing tonight, so he left.

"Aunt Qiong, aunt Qiong, where are you?" Mu Qingqing shouted at the house after pushing the door.

"Qingqing girl, I'm here!" Aunt Joan ran out of the kitchen with an apron around her waist.

Mu Qingqing immediately felt relieved, which showed that Mo Xiaoyun didn't have a big deal.

"Aunt Joan, what are you cooking?" at this time, she doesn't eat supper. Aunt Joan seems to be cooking?

"I'm cooking ginger soup. The child you adopted seems to have a fever. I'll go to cold for him." aunt Qiong frowned and was afraid that Mo Xiaoyun would have something wrong.

After hearing this, Mu Qingqing knew that Aunt Qiong thought Mo Xiaoyun was ill.

"Aunt Qiong, don't cook ginger soup. I took him to see a doctor a few days ago. The doctor said he needed more sun, so you don't care about him." Mu Qingqing was afraid that Aunt Qiong took medicine for Mo Xiaoyun. As she said, she hurried upstairs.

"What did the doctor say?" Aunt Joan asked suspiciously.

MuQing counted his head and walked faster under his feet. Whether the doctor said it or not, let's see if there is something wrong with moxiao cloud.

In the room, moxiaoyun slept soundly. He slept like this for several days, but there was an ice bag on his head.

After removing the ice bag from his forehead, Mu Qingqing's hanging heart was half down. She looked around the room and didn't find any medicine. Fortunately, aunt Qiong didn't take medicine for Mo Xiaoyun.

Feeling Mu Qingqing's warm hand touching his forehead, moxiaoyun woke up leisurely.

"Master." Mo Xiaoyun's tender voice is a little hoarse. After sleeping for a few days, the human body still hasn't recovered. This quarter of the blood has contributed well.

"Call sister. Aunt Qiong has come home. You should also remember to take care of my daily life in the future. You can't leak your mouth." Mu Qingqing gave a warm hint.

Mo Xiaoyun nodded.

"Are you better? Do you need to eat?" Mu Qingqing asked anxiously.

"Well, much better. After another week of sun exposure, my physical function will be completely restored." unfortunately, it is the human body, not his own.

"A week?" Mu Qingqing frowned. Aunt Qiong must be very flustered if she wanted to let moxiao cloud dry for a week. She has to find a way to let aunt Qiong take good care of Mo Xiaoyun.

The hot ginger soup was cooked. Aunt Qiong went upstairs with the ginger soup. Both Mo Xiaoyun and Mu Qingqing had to drink this to get cold.

"Qingqing, drink some ginger soup to warm your body, and the little guy also drinks some." aunt Qiong looked at Mo Xiaoyun's small body painfully and knew that he was picked up, so she was particularly distressed. I don't know which parents are so cruel to leave such a lovely child.

"Good aunt Qiong." Mo Xiaoyun smiled weakly.

"You're awake." Aunt Joan's face became happier when she heard his cry. I'm afraid he won't wake up.

"Aunt Qiong, his name is mo Xiaoyun. Uncle Mo helped me get the hukou." Mu Qingqing explained.

"Mo Xiaoyun, little Mo Mo, are you feeling better? Aunt Qiong cooked you some ginger soup and went to get cold."

Mo Xiaoyun said thank you weakly.

"What a good boy." aunt Qiong was very helpful and reached out to touch Mo Xiaoyun's head.

"Aunt Qiong, I want to eat your poached eggs." Mu Qingqing felt his stomach with some embarrassment.

"What Qingqing girl wants to eat, aunt Qiong will cook." finally, she felt the taste of humanity. Aunt Qiong also touched her head and went downstairs happily.

"Xiao Yun, can you drink this?" Mu Qingqing knew that he would vomit when he ate. He was afraid that he couldn't eat, so he had to drink ginger soup.

Mo Xiaoyun nodded, "this body has been improved by me. In order to be closer to your structure, I found an animal liver to graft, which has reached the point where I can eat and digest."

"Will you grow taller after that?" Mu Qingqing is very concerned about this problem. He is afraid that he has always been this little man and will certainly arouse suspicion in the future.

Mo Xiaoyun nodded.

"By the way, your eyes have turned blue again. Can they turn back to black?" Mu Qingqing asked hurriedly when he saw that he still opened his eyes.

Mo Xiaoyun looked at the ceiling and shook his head. He said dejectedly, "sister, my eyes can't change color."

Because he lost that part of the ability, there is a camouflage ability.

"It doesn't matter, your eyes look better in blue." as long as you don't encounter moxiaohe's Gang, it won't be much trouble, Mu Qingqing thought secretly.

Zhanlan's eyes only opened for a while, and her body was still recovering. Aunt Qiong cooked double poached eggs and was eaten by muqingqing when she brought them upstairs.

"Aunt Qiong, it's delicious." Mu Qingqing smiled contentedly, leaving a shallow dimple in the corner of his mouth.

"You girl, does it really matter that the child sleeps like this?" aunt Qiong is still worried about Mo Xiaoyun. It's not a matter that he has been sleeping so sick.

"It doesn't matter. He told me that when he was sick, he only had to bask in the sun for a week." Mu Qingqing paused and added, "I think it may be because he used to wander outside and bred a lot of bacteria. The sun has the effect of sterilization, which just wiped out those bacteria on him."

Aunt Qiong's expression changed from worry to doubt. Looking at Mu Qingqing's smile, she also reluctantly hooked the corner of her mouth, "is there really such a thing?"

"The world is so big that there are many strange things. I think his spirit is much better after a day of sun exposure. Let him bask in the sun for a week first." Mu Qingqing touched Mo Xiaoyun's forehead, and then remembered aunt Qiong's cold compress.

"Aunt Qiong, he said he was afraid of the cold since he was a child. This cold towel doesn't work for him. First, according to his opinion, carry him to the roof every day to bask in the sun and see his health for a week. It's really not good. I'll take him to the hospital."

Aunt Qiong lowered her head and stared at Mo Xiaoyun's quiet sleeping face. The child was really clever and distressed when she saw it. "OK, I let him bask on the roof every day."

"Thank you, aunt Qiong." Mu Qingqing smiled sweetly.

"The child is also poor. You say he looks like a clever child. How willing to throw it away." aunt Qiong shook her head and tucked in the quilt for Mo Xiaoyun.

Compared with Mu Qingqing's warmth and pity in Zhaoxi City, the atmosphere of Mu's family can no longer be stiff.

Su Cuiyu cooked dinner. Mu Yichen and Mu Xiaoyou sat at the table doing their homework, staring at the cold dishes on the table in turn.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Mu Xiaoyou's stomach rang out.

"Wait a minute, your father will be back in a minute." there was a wound on her hands that didn't touch the Yang spring water, and she was still gurgling with blood. Su Cuiyu stared at the wound on her hand.

He'll be back. She'll be patient no matter how late.

Mu Yichen buried his head doing his homework. He was hungry, but he could stand it.

The dishes on the table don't look so appetizing. You can even smell a paste smell. Only the burnt white gourd can barely see through.

Mu Anren transferred aunt Qiong and found a new nanny, but Su Cuiyu stopped her outside. He took over the nanny's work on his own in order to save Mu Anren's mind.

At 10:30 at night, Mu Xiaoyou was so hungry that his chest was close to his back. He looked straight at the fried black vegetables on the table. It's already this time. She doesn't think Mu Anren will go home for dinner.

"Mom, don't wait. It's so late. Dad shouldn't go home for dinner." Mu Xiaoyou was the first to pick up chopsticks and stabbed a plate of macaroni on the table.

The chopsticks were stopped by Su Cuiyu on the periphery of the dish. She stared at Mu Xiaoyou, "wait."

Outside came the buzzing sound of the car engine. Mu Xiaoyou's eyes lit up. Can they eat now?

"Don't move your chopsticks until your father comes to the table." Su Cuiyu saw through her idea and told her.

When the car stalled, Mu Anren raised his feet and walked to his home. After tonight, he had to go out of town and rush home at a certain time to see how the new nanny impressed the two children.

Under the incandescent lamp, next to the dinner table, the mother and son stared. The dishes on the table had not been passive. Mu Anren twisted his eyebrows and looked at Su Cuiyu.

"Anren, you've been working hard all day. Come and have a meal." with a gentle and smiling expression, you look comfortable.

"I'm starving!" Mu Xiaoyou sees that Mu Anren has taken off his coat and entered the house. You don't have to wait for mu Anren to come to the table?

She grabbed the white gourd on the table and put it into her mouth.

Mu Anren saw that none of them had dinner. It was good to have someone waiting, but it was not a matter to be hungry with two children. He was just trying to say something.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Mu Xiaoyou hurriedly spits out the white gourd in his mouth. It's so salty!

"Xiaoyou!" Su Cuiyu looked at her angrily, and the displeasure in her eyes was obvious.