Don't mess with the rich girl

Mu Qingqing came forward and put her hands around aunt Qiong's neck. Her eyes couldn't help being wet.

Aunt Joan, Aunt Joan, who is kind to her, is back again.

"Oh, little girl, aren't you afraid of pain or dirt? Aunt Qiong stinks of sweat." aunt Qiong was embarrassed by Mu Qingqing's sudden hug. I haven't seen her for more than a year. Qingqing is getting thinner and thinner. I'm really worried that she doesn't grow up because she eats too little.

"Aunt Qiong, I miss you so much." Mu Qingqing sniffed with some excitement and some sensationalism.

"Good, let go." aunt Qiong didn't dare to push Mu Qingqing away because she saw the injury on the girl's hand. Good guy, a girl's family is not born in their country. She is the daughter of a rich family and needs to be treated like this. Aunt Joan is distressed.

"I haven't seen you for a year. You're not good at two or two pieces of meat. You're also a big lady, alas..." aunt Qiong didn't say anything later, but mu Qingqing also knew. She wanted to say that she's also a big lady. How can su Cuiyun treat herself like this!

Mu Qingqing relaxed honestly and looked at Aunt Qiong with a smile. The dimples on both sides were shallow, but they looked very sweet.

"Little girl, you're such a good girl. Your mother really can handle it." aunt Qiong gently grabbed Mu Qingqing's five fingers and was careful not to touch her wound.

"It's all right. It doesn't hurt." Mu Qingqing smiled. Aunt Qiong cared about herself very much, and she wasn't willing to let her worry.

"Alas..." aunt Qiong stopped talking and finally sighed deeply. "I'll find you some gauze to wrap it up."

Muqingqing didn't stop him. He sat upright on the sofa, staring at Aunt Qiong's pudgy posture and rummaging for gauze in the drawer.

Time passed, and she didn't expect to see the living Aunt Joan again. Moreover, aunt Qiong's face has recovered to more than ten years ago, which feels like she is rejuvenated.

"Qingqing girl, can you take some anti-inflammatory medicine?" aunt Qiong took out the capsule from the drawer. According to her native method, she poured out the powder and sprinkled it on the wound, and then wrapped it with gauze, which is not easy to get inflamed.

"Aunt Qiong, it's very kind of you." Mu Qingqing smiled knowingly. Aunt Qiong was very concerned about herself.

"Where's my father and my mother?" Mu Qingqing asked seriously.

"They went back to their hometown." Aunt Joan didn't say much. Things between adults should not affect the children.

The rare harmonious atmosphere, but came a voice that made Mu Qingqing unhappy.

"Sister, where's my medicine!" Mu Xiaoyou ran out of the door of the room and was standing on the steps at the entrance of the stairs, his hands on his hips and loudly questioned Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing lifted her eyelids and answered faintly, "what medicine?"

"The medicine I usually take." Mu Xiaoyou replied angrily. How can Mu Qingqing not know what medicine it is!

"I don't know what medicine you're taking. Why don't you wait until mom comes back?" Mu Qingqing frowned and looked dignified. He snorted coldly at the bottom of his heart, waiting for Su Cuiyun to come back? I'm afraid it will be half a month later.

"Second lady, what medicine did you take?" aunt Qiong's hometown is in the south. She always speaks with a local accent. She looked at Mu Qingqing with some surprise at the moment. The child's attitude seemed different from before. If it had been put before, if Mu Xiaoyou lacked any medicine, Mu Qingqing must have been the first to get up and look for medicine, and she was also the most caring child of her sister. But now, Mu Qingqing is calm and unusual. He sits calmly on the sofa and doesn't mean to get up.

"Traditional Chinese medicine, mom fed me this afternoon." Mu Xiaoyou stared at Mu Qingqing angrily. She waited for mu Qingqing to get up and make medicine for her. After watching TV for most of the night in her room, she didn't see muqingqing delivering medicine. She took the initiative to muqingqing's room. She didn't see anyone, so she went downstairs.

"Xiaoyou, where did you hurt?" MuQing calmly bit the apple and asked calmly.

"You're still not my sister. Don't you see such a big piece of gauze wrapped around my head!" she's blind!

"Oh, I see. Your brain is broken?" Mu Qingqing asked with a smile.

Mu Xiaoyou's face suddenly became iron blue. Yes, her brain was broken, but why did she say it from Mu Qingqing's mouth like swearing!

"You know you don't cook medicine for me yet." Mu Xiaoyou rolled his eyes at her and was very angry.

"What medicine can I cook for you? My hand is also hurt." Mu Qingqing raised his right hand and waved at Mu Xiaoyou.

Aunt Qiong was about to get up, but she was pressed by Mu Qingqing's left hand. She looked at Mu Qingqing with some doubts. She didn't quite understand what the little girl meant.

"Your left hand is fine again. How can you cook medicine so delicate." Mu Xiaoyou shriveled his mouth, folded his hands on his chest and walked slowly down the stairs.

I have to say that Mu Xiaoyou's temperament followed Su Cuiyun, and even his walking posture began to be vivid. Also, what right does she have to say she's delicate?

"Second lady, you can't say that. Where's your medicine? Aunt Qiong will cook it for you." aunt Qiong thought that Mu Qingqing pressed her hand to make her stop arguing with Mu Xiaoyou, so she said some soft words and hoped that the two sisters wouldn't argue.

"Xiaoyou, you are so chilling to me!" Mu Qingqing angrily smashed the apple in his hand on the ground, as if he had been greatly wronged.

And Mu Xiaoyou and aunt Qiong are stunned in situ. The soft waxy Mu Qingqing also has such a violent side?

"You are my sister who has been taken care of since childhood. I will decoct medicine for you when you are injured, and I will decoct medicine for you when I am injured?" Mu Qingqing's hand trembled slightly. When he heard Mu Xiaoyou's insipid irony, he felt like his heart was pierced by a needle.

Growing up together, Mu Xiaoyou lives like a little princess, but she has become a servant of the Mu family. Why?

"If you don't fry it, you won't fry it. What's the ferocity?" Mu Xiaoyou muttered, turned his head bitterly and looked at Aunt Qiong. "You go and decoct the medicine."

"It's very late, and aunt Qiong also needs to rest. You really need to take medicine today. If you have the ability, you can fry it yourself. You're twelve years old, and you can't do this?" Mu Qingqing blocked aunt Qiong's way to the kitchen and looked like a little adult.

She is also fourteen years old. It's not unusual for her to have this posture. It is said that the children of poor people are in charge of the family early, but mu Qingqing is not a child of poor people, but he is forced to understand things early under the tempering of Su Cuiyun.

In her last life, she also imagined that if she could get sick like Mu Xiaoyou, she would win the love of her father and mother. But the reality is that she doesn't allow herself to be ignorant. There are enough and complicated things at home. She can't do anything to block adults.

Mu Xiaoyou looked at her with round eyes. "Sister, I'm sick!"

At the age of 12, she is arrogant and domineering. In the last life, Mu Qingqing chose to tolerate and understand Mu Xiaoyou. After all, she is weak and her sister. How can she be willing to let her sister suffer!

"You've just been knocked on your head. You have hands and feet. Why don't you learn to do these things yourself?" Mu Qingqing didn't bother to expose her. There was no scar on her forehead. At most, she knocked a bag. Drinking traditional Chinese medicine is also a way to regulate the body.

"I want to tell my parents that you bully me!" Mu Xiaoyou's tears came down. He was only twelve years old. He cried when he said that he couldn't help Mu Qingqing.

"Oh, my parents have returned to their hometown. Did I bully you? I have learned to do these things since I was nine years old. You are now twelve years old and have been delayed so long than me. It's good." Mu Qingqing opened his mouth lightly and smiled on his face.

Of course, Mu Xiaoyou won't believe her. She runs up the third floor and is ready to roll. Mu Qingqing listens to Mu Xiaoyou's cry. She is so annoyed that she simply doesn't listen to her movements.

"Qingqing girl, you seem to have changed." aunt Qiong saw MuQing's Puritan training muxiaoyou all the way. Although she didn't start, she didn't spend any effort to train muxiaoyou enough. Moreover, Mu Qingqing's expression is almost the same as that of adults.

"I've been beaten like this. If I don't know how to be flexible, I deserve to be bullied." Mu Qingqing looked down at half an apple on the ground and walked to the corner, took a broom and cleaned it.

Aunt Qiong felt that Mu Qingqing was right. She was beaten unilaterally by Su Cuiyun. She must have beaten Mu Qingqing out.

"I'll come, I'll come." aunt Qiong grabbed the broom in Mu Qingqing's hand. The Mu family paid her, but she didn't let her watch the eldest lady work. Aunt Qiong understood very well.

Mu Qingqing didn't argue and smiled faintly.

Mu Xiaoyou soon ran downstairs again. He was very interesting. He didn't argue with Mu Qingqing. He went to the kitchen to find medicine.

"Qingqing girl, look..." aunt Qiong is a little embarrassed. She doesn't know whether she should help Mu Xiaoyou.

After all, Mu Anren and Su Cuiyun are not at home. Mu Qing is the eldest lady and the biggest in the family.

"Aunt Qiong, look at her." Mu Qingqing smiled calmly. It seems that Mu Xiaoyou recognized the situation and knew that no one at home would support her anymore. She was still very good.

Mu Qingqing yawned and got up and went up to the second floor. Mu Anren took Su Cuiyun back to her hometown, which was really beyond her expectation. However, this is a good thing, which means that there can be a few clean days at home.

After going upstairs, Mu Qingqing glanced at the room next to her. It was the room where Aunt Qiong used to sleep. After so long, it was natural to be covered with dust. She pushed the door in and could see the dust on the table after turning on the light.

Mu Qingqing went to the toilet, brought a basin of water, took a rag and went to the guest room to clean. In her heart, aunt Qiong is also a relative. She has been at Mu's house all her life. She has a good temperament. She always helps herself speak. Sometimes she is implicated by herself and scolded by Su Cuiyun. All these good things have been recorded in Mu Qingqing's heart one by one.