Don't mess with the rich girl

Mu Qingqing pulled his sleeve. There was no blame in his eyes, but a smile. "It's not your style to give up so easily."

All along, Mu Yichen thinks he has better grades than children of his age. He also thinks he has talent in playing games. But just now, Mo Xiaoyun easily changed his instructions beyond recognition. He didn't even know him. Although the painted villain didn't color, it has achieved initial results. The black lines move smoothly, which may be better than what his master did. The most unreasonable thing is that Mo Xiaoyun is only an eight year old child.

Mu Yichen was greatly frustrated and suddenly realized that the fur he had learned in recent months was not enough for Mo Xiaoyun to see jokes. Fortunately, he still felt that his sister didn't understand this aspect. She was unavoidably floating in the bottom of her heart. At the moment, she was completely hit and lost her confidence.

"The game is not suitable for me, I want to go back." Mu Yichen's eyes are dead silence, his face is gray, and his brow is very deep.

"Yi Chen, people are making progress bit by bit. Why can't you stand this setback?" Mu Qingqing stood up and stood in front of him. She knows her brother's problem. Sometimes she thinks too much of herself, so she wants to give up when she is stimulated.

Mu Yichen looked back at Mo Xiaoyun. What he was frustrated was only Mo Xiaoyun's technology, but he was still his brother.

"I think what I learned is not enough for my brother to see jokes." Mu Yichen drooped his head. The computer screen on the left was made by him before, and the computer screen on the right was changed by Mo Xiaoyun later. The two pictures are very different.

"Elder brother, I want to teach you to play games." Mo Xiaoyun's smile is very clear, but it is not ridicule, but wants to teach Mu Yichen from his heart.

"Forget it, I know my weight." Mu Yichen looked at his preschool level graffiti, and then looked at the simple picture made by Mo Xiaoyun's mature use of simple strokes. He couldn't help feeling more uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart.

"Even if you want to give up the game, have you ever thought of your master? He has taught you for so long, but he doesn't want you to be defeated by your opponent." Mu Qingqing reminded him.

Yes, thousands of birds and flying fish have taught him for free for so long. In the end, Mu Yichen wants to give up

"Elder sister, I......" Mu Yichen looked at her somewhat helpless. There was a trace of reluctance in his heart, but he just felt that Mo Xiaoyun was too excellent. It was the rhythm he couldn't catch up with for several years.

At this moment, he began to doubt whether he had the talent of game design.

"Don't say those useless words. Mo Xiaoyun is already a member of our family. If you feel hurt, it should be the talent outside who makes you feel so. My Mu Qingqing's brother is not a counsellor, nor a boy who shrinks to the corner when he sees the enemy's strength. Come here and let Mo Xiaoyun explain it to you." Mu Qingqing Qiang escorted him back to the computer.

Mu Yichen and Mo Xiaoyun have big eyes to small eyes, "brother, I'm just opportunistic. The books I used to pick up garbage and read were very miscellaneous."

Mo Xiaoyun smiled and sat next to Mu Yichen, staring at the computer.

"This instruction is for foot use. In fact, it's not difficult, just to understand this English." Mo Xiaoyun gave him a general meaning of complex English, but it was time to go home for dinner.

After listening to moxiaoyun's class, Mu Yichen's mood of collapse improved slightly. Looking at the screen in front of him, he rekindled hope.

On the way home, Mu Yichen was worried.

"Sister, what's the origin of the little devil? How do you know so much?" Mu Yichen didn't believe Mo Xiaoyun's words about picking up garbage. Although he couldn't compare with his master's specialty, he could see that Mo Xiaoyun's professional level could never be the professional level of an eight year old child picking up garbage.

"I picked it up on the roadside. What's the problem?" Mu Qingqing's heart beat the drum, and Mu Yichen found it?

"Brother, do you also think I'm a garbage boy and don't deserve to talk about games?" Mo Xiaoyun felt Mu Yichen's doubt and felt a little sad.

"No!" Mu Yichen was worried. He just felt that Mo Xiaoyun knew too much. He didn't look down on Mo Xiaoyun's origin as an eight year old child.

"Don't say such words. They are all brothers and sisters. There's no need to care about these details." Mu Qingqing made a round about it.

"OK, OK, I won't say." worried about the damage to Mo Xiaoyun's young heart, Mu Yichen immediately compromised. "I don't mean that. I just think you're powerful. I'm curious about how you did it."

"Don't ask him." Mu Qingqing interrupts Mu Yichen's explanation and pulls him aside to speak. "He feels inferior because of this. Isn't that tantamount to exposing his scars?"

Mu Yichen suddenly realized that he hated what he had just said. "Sister, I know I'm wrong."

"Just understand. Don't poke his pain again in the future." Mu Qingqing patted Mu Yichen on the shoulder and put down a big stone to solve the identity problem of Mo Xiaoyun. Look back, who still asks this!

Mu Yichen nodded. Now he completely stopped talking about the ability of Mo Xiaoyun.

"You go back first, I'll be back in a minute." Mu Yichen saw that he was about to get home, turned and walked in another direction.

"Yi Chen, where are you going?" Mu Qingqing asked him, but he didn't look back and didn't tell her where he was going.

After Mu Yichen left, Mo Xiaoyun looked much more lively, and his face was full of smiles. "Master, have I muddled through?"

"If you keep going like this, I'll throw you to the research institute sooner or later and let those people study you thoroughly!" Mu Qingqing threatened him faintly.

"Your brother is very clever. I can teach him." Mo Xiaoyun doesn't believe that Mu Qingqing can be willing to throw him into the Research Institute, and doesn't bother about this problem.

Most of the grass on both sides of the road has withered. Muqingqing knows that winter is coming. He grabs his clothes tightly, and his heart is desolate. "You almost knocked him out of confidence."

Mu Qingqing is telling the truth. Although Mo Xiaoyun taught Mu Yichen, he can't ignore Mu Yichen's performance. He worked hard to design games and found that he worked so hard for so long, which is not as good as an eight year old child. The pure blow almost made Mu Yichen give up this hobby. Fortunately, muqingqing dissuaded him in time.

"He won't be so unbearable, and I didn't expect things to evolve to that step." Mo Xiaoyun shrugged his shoulders, blinked his blue eyes, and sold it to Mu Qingqing.

Well, I lost to him. This guy doesn't know who he learned from. Now he has become slippery.

After a while, Mu Yichen sneaked up the second floor from the door. When I went up the stairs, I almost fell down on the stairs because I was so flustered.

Hearing the noise, Mu Qingqing opened the door and looked out. Mu Yichen knocked her door open, then hurriedly closed her bedroom door and locked the door.

As soon as he entered the house, Mu Yichen poured out the things in his arms. They were all things to coax children, such as flat noodles for 50 cents, jumping candy, spicy strips, and toy windmills. The colorful colors are put on the small table. It's funny to see muqingqing. The child is really sincere.

"Little devil, come here." Mu Yichen asked him to go this way.

Mo Xiaoyun looked back at Mu Qingqing and walked forward boldly.

"Brother."

"I'm wrong today. I bought these snacks. You hide something to eat. Don't let mom find it." Mu Yichen whispered, making it like a thief.

Mo Xiaoyun turned his head and looked at Mu Qingqing. He didn't know if he could take these things.

Mu Qingqing nodded slightly, and Mo Xiaoyun said to Mu Yichen, "thank you, brother."

Mu Yichen touched his cerebellar bag melon and felt a sense of achievement. The little brother was very obedient, which made him feel like a brother.

However, when they all recovered from the snacks, Mu Qingqing found that his wardrobe had been opened, the clothes inside had been turned upside down, and the dresser was in a mess and covered with water stains.

Muqingqing strides forward, carefully turns over his wardrobe and finds that something is missing.

"Sister, what's the matter?" Mu Yichen still doesn't understand. He thinks it's caused by Mu Qingqing's failure to clean up his room.

Chiffon Skirt fell disorderly on the ground. Mu Qingqing rubbed his clothes and his eyes became a little heavy.

"It's your second sister." Mu Qingqing said in an alienated tone.

"Second sister? Why is she like this?" Mu Yichen was also angry. He himself hated the feeling of being turned over by others. Even if the person who messed up Mu Qingqing's room was his second sister, he still couldn't alleviate his disgust at the bottom of his heart.

There was a contemptuous smile at the door. Mu Xiaoyou stood outside the door and listened to their words, "I lost something. What's the matter with looking for your room?"

From before to now, Mu Xiaoyou never scruples about anyone's feelings. She doesn't knock when entering the room, doesn't say hello when looking for something, and has to put Su Cuiyun in her bowl when eating. In the past, Mu Qingqing always retreated and sought the second place. Thinking that Mu Xiaoyou's body was worse than her, she endured everything and let her go everywhere. Up to now, Mu Xiaoyou has blatantly turned over her room. Mu Yichen only thinks that Mu Qingqing won't care about anything with Mu Xiaoyou.

The white fingers tightly squeezed into the chiffon material, and Mu Qingqing had a sneer on her lips. Turn things and take away her things. Muxiaoyouzhen will let her this time?

"Elder sister, I'll talk to the second elder sister!" Mu Yichen said and walked to the door.

Mu Qingqing takes the lead in opening the door of the room, ruthlessly pushes Mu Xiaoyou open, and goes straight to the room where Su Cuiyun and she sleep. Thanks to this pair of perspective eyes that can penetrate the wall now, she can accurately find out where her lost things are. Mu Qingqing bit her teeth and her eyes were cold.