Don't mess with the rich girl

"Go in with my brother. If Mom scolds you, my brother will support you in front." Mu Yichen touched the cold skin on Mo Xiaoyun's hand. He must have been standing here for a long time.

"Elder brother, my hand hurts." Mo Xiaoyun said with some forbearance, with no tears in his eyes. But his right hand was really hurt.

"Where? Let me see." Mu Yichen couldn't see where Mo Xiaoyun was hurt across the thick cotton padded clothes. He reached out and touched Mo Xiaoyun's hand. His left and right hands looked up.

O "don't move, it hurts here." Mo Xiaoyun has been hurting his right elbow for a long time. At this moment, he finds that his elbow has begun to stiffen. He has to pay attention to this problem.

Mu Yichen loosened his hand and was at a loss for a moment. "I, I'll go up and tell mom to take you to the hospital later."

"Brother, can you call your sister?" Mo Xiaoyun stopped him in time. If she really told Su Cuiyun, she might not pay attention to him.

"Elder sister?" Mu Yichen hesitated to ask him. At this time, even calling Mu Qingqing can't play any role. But the little guy asked him, and the innocent eyes were written with four big words poor.

Mo Xiaoyun nodded. "Don't tell mom my hand hurts. She's still angry with me now."

Looking at the little guy's sensible appearance, Mu Yichen is a little distressed about his brother, and he doesn't know what day he has spent at home these two days. So he turned to the living room and called Mu Qingqing.

"Hello, sister, this is Yichen." after connecting, Mu Yichen said in a hurry.

"Yi Chen, what's the matter?" it's so late. Mu Qingqing just came back. Unexpectedly, he happened to receive a call from Mu Yichen.

"It's Xiaoyun's brother. He said his hand hurts. Let me not tell mom and call you." although it's useless, Mu Yichen still did it.

Hand pain? Mu Qingqing is puzzled. Well, how can Mo Xiaoyun's hand hurt?

"You let him answer the phone." Mu Qingqing can't help getting nervous. What did Su Cuiyun do to him at home?

Got a reply, muyichen put down the phone and rushed to the door for the first time. "Elder sister asked you to answer the phone."

Mo Xiaoyun carefully looked into the door. Mu Xiaoyou was not in the living room at the moment, so he ran to the phone.

"What's the matter with you?" Mu Qingqing's heart is hanging. He has been with Mo Xiaoyun for some time. He's not the kind that pesters people with small problems. Mu Qingqing is determined. This pain must be the kind that Mo Xiaoyun can't stand.

"My right hand seems to be broken." when Mo Xiaoyun touches the stiffness of his elbow, he can feel the pain like a bone fracture.

"What?!" Mu Qingqing grabbed his short hair anxiously and became uneasy. "How could this happen?"

"My mother asked me to take a cold bath, but I refused. Then I fell to the ground and my mother fell in the bathtub." Mo Xiaoyun said calmly, biting his teeth.

The wood Yi Chen on one side has already stared big eyes and stared at Mo Xiaoyun's right elbow. It's amazing that the originator is still his mother. No wonder the little guy refused to tell his mother.

"Well, is there anything wrong with her?" Mu Qingqing couldn't help asking more about Su Cuiyun.

"No." Mo Xiaoyun was sure that Su Cuiyun had nothing at all. At most, he was frightened and cold a little.

"Wait, I'll call dad right now." Mu Qingqing didn't want to delay for a moment, hurriedly pressed the key to put the phone and dialed Mu Anren again.

The night is already deep. Mu Anren lies on his desk and is snoring softly. Today, he was not ready to go home. After finishing his work, he was tired and fell asleep on his desk.

When the "Dudu" phone rang, Mu Anren reached out to get the phone. He didn't even open his eyes.

"Dad, Xiaoyun's brother's hand is broken. Can you go back and have a look?" Mu Qingqing's voice is very anxious, not as calm and elegant as usual.

Mu Anren didn't wake up. The whole person was in a state of half sleep and vaguely answered "good".

"Can you hurry up?"

The other end of the phone responded to her. It was Mu Anren's snoring.

Mu Qingqing hung up the phone and called him again.

"Hello? Dad!" Mu Qingqing shouted to him helplessly. At this moment, he really wanted to have a pair of wings and fly back to city A.

He called several times in succession, but he didn't call Xingmu Anren.

So mu Qingqing boldly made a decision. "Mr. mu, there is a document for you to sign!"

"Documents? What documents?" as soon as someone called him president Mu, Mu Anren woke up half of his drowsiness, sat up, and the phone at hand was close to his ear.

"Hello." Mu Anren looked around nervously. It's more than ten o'clock now. Who wants him to sign the document?

Mu Qingqing heard Mu Anren's reaction, both sad and funny. Her father was born for work.

"Dad, it's me, Qingqing." anyway, Mu Anren is also his father, and Mu Qingqing can't care about anything else.

Mu Anren breathed a sigh of relief and resumed his usual tone. "Qingqing, why do you call your father so late?"

"It's Xiao Yun's brother. His hand is broken." Mu Qingqing is calmer now. Listening to Mu Anren's voice, I don't know he hasn't slept well for a few days. If it weren't for the emergency, she didn't want to disturb Mu Anren's clear dream.

Mu Anren answered the phone with another hand. At the moment, his eyebrows were deeply locked. "Your mother didn't take him to the hospital?"

He prepared a car for his family. Su Cuiyun can drive, too. There should be no big problem.

"Dad, will you go back and have a look? It seems that he didn't tell his mother that his hand was broken. You know, he just returned to a city..." Mu Qingqing lowered his voice, but felt his nose sour.

Mo Xiaoyun recognized her as the master. It was really bad luck for eight generations. He didn't take good care of him at all. He didn't say anything, but threw him into the fire pit. Her master is really incompetent at all.

"OK, I see what you mean. I'll go back and have a look." Mu Anren probably guessed that Mo Xiaoyun didn't know them well and wouldn't tell others about his injury.

"Dad, don't hang up first." afraid Mu Anren won't have a chance to talk to him when he hangs up, Mu Qingqing makes a noise quickly.

"Let brother Xiaoyun stay with me." Mu Qingqing said in a low voice.

"I'll talk about it later. I'll go back first." Mu Anren resolutely cut off the phone, grabbed the car key and rushed downstairs.

On a late winter night, the little thieves hid at home. Mu Anren went down the building of the company and couldn't even see his personal shadow. He wrapped his coat tightly, hid in the car and started the car to warm up. The dim street lights illuminate the road ahead. Mu Anren sits in the car and stares at the road ahead. He has spent many such nights, sometimes in the car and sometimes on the company sofa, but these are not as profound as the strong wind and snow many years ago.

At that time, Mu Qingqing was still a crying baby. He and Su Cuiyun held Mu Qingqing and several people huddled in the middle of a cement pipe to keep warm. Su Cuiyun barely slept with his eyes closed, and he was the patron saint of mother and daughter. From time to time, he had to see if there was anything around and whether the fire in the pipe was extinguished. The snow, deep into the bone marrow cold, but he also took off his coat and wrapped the bodies of the two people to bring them a trace of warmth.

The memory suddenly stopped. Mu Anren started the car and drove in the direction of home at full speed. Somehow, he can always think of Su Cuiyun recently. His gentle temperament and considerate smile make him unforgettable.

Maybe he's getting older and nostalgic. Who knows?

The brand-new car is parked next to the old Volkswagen. Before Mu Anren turns off, he sees the ink cloud standing at the gate, accompanied by Mu Yichen.

"It's so cold, why are you still standing here?" Mu Anren looked at them seriously.

"Dad, Xiaoyun's brother is standing at the penalty station. He doesn't dare to go in." Mu Yichen took the lead in explaining.

"What's a good punishment?" Mu Anren asked him.

Mu Yichen didn't dare to say anything. Su Cuiyun gave Mo Xiaoyun cold water to take a bath. If he said it seriously, it must be su Cuiyun's fault. He was afraid that if he didn't speak well, it would become the fuse for mu Anren and Su Cuiyun to fight.

"Dad, my brother seems to have broken his hand. Please take him to the hospital quickly." Mu Yichen changed the topic and shifted the focus of the problem to the injury on Mo Xiaoyun's hand.

"How did this happen?" Mu Anren pointed to the right elbow raised by Mo Xiaoyun. The boy stood at the gate and hurt his hand. Mu Anren can't understand.

"Fell." Mo Xiaoyun looked up at Mu Anren and replied calmly.

The light on the upstairs suddenly came on. Su Cuiyun heard the sound of the car and walked downstairs in a thick coat. She whispered something bad.

"Anren, why are you back?" Su Cuiyun was a little nervous and stared at Mo Xiaoyun. Didn't this guy say anything he shouldn't say?

"How do you look at your children at home?" Mu Anren frowned, and then ignored Su Cuiyun.

"Go, get in the car, and dad will take you to the hospital." Mu Anren walks in front and opens the door to let Mo Xiaoyun sit in.

Su Cuiyun hurried to the side of the car, opened the door and sat in the co pilot.

"What are you doing out? Go back." Mu Anren saw that she was wearing pajamas and didn't want to trouble her in this cold day.

"Anren, I know it's my fault. I didn't take good care of the child." Su Cuiyun wanted to explain. From time to time, she looked at the back seat and wondered if Mo Xiaoyun was talking nonsense.

As like as two peas, she said, "get off the car and go to bed. I'll take the child to the hospital." looking at the same face as she looks at, Anren wood again remembered the original gentleness, and slowed down her tone.

Su Cuiyun hesitated. She thought Mu Anren had taken the wrong medicine today. She was so gentle?

But since he said so, Su Cuiyun got out of the car and watched them leave Mu's house.