Don't mess with the rich girl

Mu Qingqing pulled the corner of his mouth, and the skin on his face also hurt. He pointed to the most painful scar on his face. Muqingqing pretended to complain and said, "yes, I hurt so much that you don't get up early."

Mo Xiaoyun murmured, feeling guilty. "Sorry, master, sorry..."

His energy is still not enough. He can't get up to make medicine for mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing reached out and smoothed Mo Xiaoyun's frown. "You're not sorry for me. What you should do now is to get better. The wound on my face doesn't hurt much. You don't have to feel guilty."

"Master, he also hurts." Mo Xiaoyun pointed to the position of his chest and frowned deeply on his young face.

"Who is he?" Mu Qingqing didn't react for a moment and asked in some confusion.

"Moxiao river."

"His injury hurts many times more than you." Mo Xiaoyun added when he saw that she didn't speak.

"Wait, how do you know if he hurts?" Mu Qingqing suddenly thought of this problem. Didn't he say that only by signing the master-slave contract can you feel the pain of the other party?

"Blood... I signed it when I gave him blood transfusion." the intermittent voice was weak, and I couldn't bear to see it.

It turns out that moxiaohe's not healed at all, so he runs around all day as a patient?

Mu Qingqing said calmly, "I see."

"You sleep."

Mo Xiaoyun obediently closed his eyes. It seemed that his complexion was ruddy compared with the previous days. Mu Qingqing was a little relieved.

After listening to Mu Anren's strong suggestion, the next morning, Mu Qing woke up and cooked noodles downstairs.

"Good morning, Dad." Mu Qingqing said in the direction of Mu Anren, still holding chopsticks and stirring the noodles in the pot.

Seeing her drooping head and listless appearance, Mu Anren didn't care.

"Qingqing, have a good rest at home today. When your injury is completely healed, dad will drive you to school." Mu Anren said comfortingly.

It is impossible for him to send himself to school. Mu Qingqing knows how busy his work is.

"HMM." although he already knew the result, Mu Qingqing should be in harmony.

Mu Anren tied his tie, packed up almost, and was ready to go out.

"Dad, eat a bowl of noodles before you go." Mu Qingqing has fished a bowl of hot noodles, but it's light and there's no other side dishes.

Mu Anren looked back at her, "OK."

On the dinner table, only father and daughter were left to eat noodles. Mu Anren ate fast and loud. Mu Qingqing ate in small bites. From time to time, he had to lift the gauze wrapped around his face to avoid being soiled by the soup.

"Dad, eat slowly. My stomach is bad because I'm too anxious to eat." Mu Qingqing kindly reminded me.

"In a hurry, I have to draw up the contract later." Mu Anren shook his head and listened, but he couldn't do it.

Muqingqing stirred the noodles in her bowl and was very distressed by muanren. "Dad, don't work too hard for this family. Your body is more valuable than those contracts."

After hearing this, Mu Anren stopped his chopsticks and stared at Mu Qingqing. Then he smiled and shook his head.

"What's the matter?"

"Dad, I'll be satisfied with you." Mu Anren said with emotion, and then ate noodles with a big mouthful of sweat on his forehead. However, his expression is joyful and happy.

After eating noodles, Mu Anren went out with his briefcase, and there was a little more joy on his face.

Today is a sunny day. Mu Qingqing is a little comforted. When Mu Anren leaves the house, he quickly goes to Mo Xiaoyun's room and carries him to the roof.

Mo Xiaoyun absorbs heat, and Mu Qingqing is not idle. She copies a calligraphy note. She is not satisfied with her beautiful handwriting and wants to write in another font.

In the sun, she holds the pen of the hero card and traces regular script on the thin paper like cicada wings. The girl held the pen pole in her hand, and the corners of her mouth were slightly tilted. She raised her head from time to time to look at the distance and relax her eyes.

There was a faint sound of sadness and music. Mu Qingqing thought it was a funeral in the distance, and didn't care. But before long, she heard a familiar voice, the cry of sister-in-law Kang.

Mu Qingqing immediately closed her eyes and looked out of the gate. She was surprised.

A dozen people, holding wreaths and carrying coffins, came towards the gate of her house.

The door of the roof was pushed open in a hurry. Aunt Qiong ran upstairs in her pajamas.

"Qingqing girl, what's the matter? How do these people come to us in the daytime?" aunt Qiong couldn't understand. The funeral is not clean. Why are people carrying coffins to Mu Qingqing's house in the daytime?

"Ignore them. There's probably something wrong with them." Mu Qingqing closes her pencil box and her eyes are slightly heavy.

Mrs. Kang is just fussing about everything. Now she's going to be a bitch.

Mu Qingqing knew it clearly in her heart and patted her Socratic style skirt. She stood straight on the edge of the roof, staring coldly at a group of people dressed in hemp and filial piety at the gate.

"They locked me up in the police station all day, so that I didn't have time to save my doll. My poor doll..." she said, and sister-in-law Kang sobbed.

When the people who came with her saw that she was crying like this and had a softer heart, they patted her on the back and advised each other.

"Sister Kang, you can't come back from death. I'm sorry for your change."

Most people of her age sympathize with her. The pain of losing children is really unbearable for ordinary people.

"I want her to compensate my child!" sister-in-law Kang stared at the villa with hatred and said this sentence.

The door of the villa was tightly closed, and the people brought by sister-in-law Kang had prepared all the tools, including cloth curtains, silk flowers and incense burners for the mourning hall. Kang sister-in-law knelt outside the villa gate and wept. Those who came to help had already set up a mourning hall on both sides of the gate with a ladder pestle.

"Ai Ai! What are you doing?" aunt Qiong couldn't sit still any longer. She hurried downstairs and shouted at them.

Sister Kang looked up and saw aunt Qiong. Seeing that she was about the same age as herself and was wearing an apron, she knew that this was MuQing's servant.

"Sister, are you the new nanny?" sister Kang asked her sobbing, staring at Aunt Qiong's clothes from time to time.

"Ah," said Aunt Joan, trying to persuade them not to come to this place.

"Sister, don't do it in this place. The family is so stingy that they sent me to the police station because of a small thing, which delayed my time to go home and killed my child!" sister-in-law Kang knelt forward and patted the iron gate of the villa.

Aunt Qiong could not help shaking her head in her heart. They were not stingy after they had been nannies in Mu's house for so many years. For her invited nanny, Mu Qingqing treated her like a family member. Most of the words said by the unknown woman in front of her were from the wrong person.

"Sister, do you think you've found the wrong place? I've been in her house for more than ten years and have never seen them stingy. I haven't invited any other nannies at home, but only me." at least it's a funeral, and aunt Qiong doesn't bother the soul in the coffin. Try to speak slowly and persuade each other.

After hearing this, sister-in-law Kang stared at the house inside. Yes, it's here! She came once and clearly remembered this place. She couldn't be wrong.

"Is their family name mu?" sister Kang raised her head and asked aunt Qiong.

Aunt Qiong nodded slowly.

"It's here, it's her home." sister-in-law Kang affirmed that this is undoubtedly muqingqing's home.

"You must have made a mistake. They are not such people." aunt Qiong firmly waved her hand. Mu Anren and Mu Qingqing can't understand better. They are definitely not stingy people.

"I won't tell you, you let her out, let her out to see my daughter! Let her see what my daughter has been hurt by her!" sister-in-law Kang covered her face with grief and said fiercely.

"Sister Kang, calm down," the woman holding a wreath comforted her.

Aunt Qiong saw that she was so persistent that she had to find someone surnamed mu. Now there is only mu Qingqing at home.

"Villagers, please help me. My daughter died so wrongly and miserably!" sister-in-law Kang cried and couldn't stop leaning forward.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law Kang. We'll get it back for you!" the accompanying people said angrily.

So everyone began to decorate the mourning hall again.

"Stop, stop," cried Aunt Joan anxiously to the people hanging curtains on both sides of the gate.

In front of the window sill on the second floor, Mu Qingqing took a panoramic view of the scene and saw aunt Qiong defend herself. As the master, she couldn't stay out of it.

She had thought that sister-in-law Kang would set up a mourning hall at the door of her house and call the police. She doesn't mind any bad luck. She believes in science.

"Sister Kang?" Mu Qingqing is wearing a college style skirt. Her whole head is wrapped in a mummy style. People who are slightly unfamiliar with her can't recognize her.

"You, who are you?" the person in front suddenly shouted out her name. Sister Kang looked up and was stunned to see a woman wrapped in gauze.

"Hehe, you can't recognize me after only a few days?" Mu Qingqing sneered and stretched out his hand to pull aunt Qiong behind him.

"It's you!" sister-in-law Kang recognized that the owner of the voice was Mu Qingqing.

"You compensate my daughter!" sister-in-law Kang got up from the ground, rushed to the iron fence door, squeezed her body and stretched out her hand. She wished she could hold Mu Qingqing in her hand.

Fortunately, muqingqing took precautions and pulled aunt Qiong back to a place two meters away from the gate.

"What compensate your daughter?" Mu Qingqing's voice was confused.

"It's her! It's her who killed my daughter!" said Mrs. Kang fiercely to the people behind her.

"Sister-in-law Kang, you should have a degree of recklessness. What do you mean I killed your daughter? You should speak with a conscience. I don't even know your daughter's name. How? Where?" Mu Qingqing said not lightly but not seriously, and his heart has become a little cold.