Don't mess with the rich girl

"Dad, where's the bathroom? I can take medicine myself." Mu Qingqing lifted the lid of the medicine box, found the bottle of iodophor from the medicine box and took it in his hand.

"On the other side, are you seriously hurt?" Mu Anren stared at Mu Qingqing's right leg. The child has always endured and has a cold temper, but he also knows that Mu Qingqing is much more shy than Mu Xiaoyou. It's inconvenient for a big man to take medicine for her.

"It's all right." muqingqing took iodophor and cotton swab and limped to the bathroom opposite.

Seeing this, Mu Anren had to move the wine on his desk to the corner first. Just now, in order to show respect, Mo shaozai put the wine on his desk. At this moment, he didn't put it in the corner until they left.

Mo Liming is the father of Mo Xiaohe and his old comrade in arms. He has been out of the army for so many years and still keeps in touch. What moved Mu Anren was that Mo Liming remembered that when he retired from the army, he said he would send him the first batch of new flavor wine he made.

In a word, Mu Anren forgot to be thousands of miles away. Mo Liming still remembered it in his heart. This friendship really warmed his heart.

A knock on the door sounded, and Mu Anren straightened up and looked at the door.

It's su Cuiyun and Mu Xiaoyou.

Su Cuiyun was still wearing a black dress, with disheveled hair and a bad face. Muxiaoyou is even more exaggerated. There is gauze wrapped on his forehead, and a piece of blood exudes from the gauze on his forehead.

"What's the matter?" Mu Anren stood in place, staring at Su Cuiyun and Mu Xiaoyou.

This is the office. Just now, moxiaohe wisely withdrew from his company in order to save face for him. Su Cuiyun and Mu Xiaoyou came again. Depending on the situation, they seemed to have a fight with someone.

"Anren, I......" Su Cuiyun looked around and didn't see Mu Qingqing. She thought she couldn't catch up with Mu Qingqing by taking a taxi. It seems that God gave her a chance to prevent her relationship with Mu Anren from going wrong.

Mu Anren didn't mean to invite Su Cuiyun to sit down, but his eyes settled on Su Cuiyun's right arm, the red marks one by one. Just look at it and you know it was pulled out of the belt. Looking down, Su Cuiyun's black dress showed a little trace, one by one.

"Anren, I just saw that Qing came back later than usual. After training her for a few words, she took a belt and slapped me like crazy. You see, these marks on my hands were pulled out by her." Su Cuiyun wrongly raised her arms to Mu Anren, and her tears fell with 'PATA, PATA'.

"Qingqing smoke you?" Mu Anren forked his hands and looked faintly at the so-called scar on Su Cuiyun's arm. Compared with the wound on the back of Mu Qingqing's hand, these marks on Su Cuiyun's hand don't exist.

"Of course, you know, I'm so old that even my parents haven't hit me. I was angry for a moment. I grabbed the belt from her hand and smoked her..." Su Cuiyun whispered, but there was no guilt at all. "Also, look at the wound on Xiaoyou's head. She did it too."

"Xiaoyou, tell me, what's the matter with the injury on your head?" Mu Anren didn't want to see Su Cuiyun's expression, but turned to Mu Xiaoyou.

"Dad, I'm not allergic to alcohol. I told her not to cook distiller's grains in the morning, but she didn't agree. My mother told her not to cook distiller's grains at home, and she ran away. I wanted her to talk to my mother. I stretched out my hand and pulled her, and she pushed her down. No, my head hit the corner of the tea table, that's it." Mu Xiaoyou also looks wronged. If you want to cry or not, it hurts to see.

Mu Anren thought for a moment, and his eyes fell directly on Su Cuiyun. "The boiled egg with distiller's grains was made by the girl Qingqing. I didn't eat breakfast. Xiaoyou is allergic to distiller's grains. Isn't she allergic to the smell of wine?"

"If I'm really allergic to alcohol to this extent, do I have to quit drinking in the future? I'm so drunk that I don't even have to go back to my home?" Mu Anren looked at Su Cuiyun with a cold face and clearly suppressed his anger.

"No, that's not what I mean." Su Cuiyun felt that his child was sensible and knew how to speak for himself after hearing what Mu Xiaoyou said. But she didn't expect that the lees cooked by Mu Qingqing in the morning were cooked for mu Anren. The dead girl usually told her that she didn't have to prepare breakfast for mu Anren!

"How do you want me to tell you about this injury?" Mu Anren is not a fool. Mu Qingqing is usually a shy and cold person. It is still possible to push down Mu Xiaoyou. It is completely impossible to take a belt to Su Cuiyun's mother.

Plus, how cruel is mu Qingqing's injury? The young master of Mohism is only 16 years old. He can see her forbearance. If he can't see through Mu Anren, he will be a fool in ancient times!

"Anren, Qingqing is a rebellious child. At her age, I should teach her to do something wrong." Su Cuiyun is reluctant. Even if Mu Xiaoyou says that Mu Anren should be angry about cooking distiller's grains, she shouldn't be hurt by Su Cuiyun!

"She dares to smoke me with a belt today. What about tomorrow? What if she holds up a kitchen knife to cut me tomorrow?" Su Cuiyun clutched the material of her black dress and looked very bent in her tone.

In their small family, Su Cuiyun only cares about eating, drinking and entertaining at home and inviting servants. Mu Anren won't care too much. As long as he goes home, it's enough to see a thriving scene at home. He only cares about making money and business. He has a dream, works hard to make the signboard of mu'an furniture, pursues the goal of pushing mu'an furniture to other provinces, and pours on the office day and night.

Mu Anren glanced at the toilet opposite. Obviously, Mu Qingqing must have heard Su Cuiyun's words, and she didn't come out for a long time, probably out of fear or avoidance.

"Qingqing, come out when the medicine is ready. If there's anything wrong, say it when you come out." Mu Anren shouted in the direction of the toilet.

"OK." Mu Qingqing answered. Although the voice was a little low, it was enough for mu Anren to hear.

Fortunately, at this time, everyone in the company went out to dinner, and those who should get off work also got off work. His family affairs of Mu Anren can't make a fool of himself in the office.

"Su Cuiyun, this is the office, not the home. As a family, we don't need to talk about family affairs in the office. The family rules of the wood family are very clear." Mu Anren looks at Su Cuiyun displeased. He is a man of great bearing, which doesn't mean he will put a gentleman's bearing on Su Cuiyun.

Su Cuiyun took a cold look at Mu Anren and lowered his eyes. She did another wrong thing today, that is, she shouldn't challenge Mu Anren's bottom line, and she shouldn't make trouble in the office.