Don't mess with the rich girl

"Qingqing girl, you take me back." muqi'an was silent in front of a tree for a long time, and decided to let muqingqing take him back to the nursing home.

"Grandpa..." Mu Qingqing wanted to say something, but he was stared by Mu Xiaomin, so he had to swallow the comforting words.

"Well, Dad, I added a night shift last night, so I won't send you off." Mu Xiaomin blinked, his eyelids were too heavy to lift up.

Muqi'an ignored him and looked at the scenery in front of him. The bare trunk brushed the straight cement highway, and the cars rolled up a thin layer of dust. Zhaoxi City, which was depressed in winter, looked very beautiful.

"Grandpa three, spend more time with Grandpa. He..." Mu Qingqing wants to persuade him to take mu Qi'an home instead of sending mu Qi'an back to the nursing home.

"Dad, I'll ask someone to send a new nurse later. I usually have more rest at home. Don't come out and walk around. It's cold." Mu Xiaomin carefully asked while rubbing his forehead.

"I see." muqi'an replied lukewarm.

Mu Xiaomin turned and walked in the direction of the dormitory building.

Mu Qingqing helplessly looks at his back when he leaves. He will regret his inaction today in the future.

"Qingqing girl, everyone has his own life. You expected the life and death of my old man long ago, didn't you?" after Mu Xiaomin left, mu Qi'an was not angry, but spoke calmly with Mu Qingqing.

"Indeed." Mu Qingqing admitted frankly. She remembers part of her previous life, but not everyone can say goodbye.

Muqi'an is a warm-hearted elder who is very enthusiastic about the younger generation. She remembers muqi'an's kindness, so she came to visit muqi'an before he left to see if he has any unfinished wishes.

"If you are kind-hearted, you will be rewarded." Muqi smiled happily. "Don't feel pressure in your heart. I'm satisfied to see where Xiaomin works."

Mu Qingqing was very sad. She felt that she could not make the old man happy. On the contrary, she also caused some unhappy things. Mu Xiaomin thought she was cursing the old man. There was no way.

"Don't be sad, Xiao Min is that bad temper. My son hasn't changed his temper for so many years. He's still like me." muqi'an comforted her in turn.

"I'll take you back." Mu Qingqing reluctantly smiled and pushed him to the direction of the nursing home.

"Qingqing girl, how many days do I have left?" muqi'an asked casually.

"Three days." Mu Qingqing replied with his lips.

"Three days? That's enough. I'm an old man and earn money!" muqi'an said with a smile.

"Sister, what three days?" Mo Xiaoyun listened to the fog, turned his head and stared at the melancholy Mu Qingqing blankly.

Mu Qingqing suddenly admires Mo Xiaoyun. He is an alien and doesn't understand the death and departure of people on earth. At this moment, she could feel sad, but Mo Xiaoyun was in an ignorant state. She really hopes that she doesn't know how to leave.

"Grandpa, do you have any other wishes?" Mu Qingqing turned to look at the gray haired old man in the wheelchair.

"No more." Muqi shook his head. Muqingqing pushed him back to the gate of the nursing home. This time, he saw a familiar road and a stranger. He had no regrets.

"Mr. Mu!" the nurse hurried over as soon as she saw Mu Qian's wheelchair. "We are looking for you everywhere and are going to call the police!"

Muqi'an slowly looked at Xiang muqingqing with gray eyes. In his tone, he asked, "Qingqing girl, how much time do we have left?"

Mu Qingqing didn't expect him to ask, so he thought about it and replied, "at least there are more than ten years left."

Muqi'an smiled and nodded, "then I'm relieved."

The nurse pushed Muqi into the iron gate of the nursing home. Muqingqing stood at the gate and watched Muqi enter the gate of the nursing home.

"Sister, why don't we go?" Mo Xiaoyun was bored enough all the way and hurried Mu Qingqing.

"Grandpa is most worried about his children. Father's love is really great." with that, Mu Qingqing's cheeks hung two lines of clear tears.

"Master, why are you crying?" Mo Xiaoyun didn't understand. What is this operation? Didn't you say you just came to visit? The owner was a nurse and crying. What's the matter?

"You don't understand." Mu Qingqing reached out and patted his head, raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face.

"I don't understand. It's too profound." Mo Xiaoyun shook his head and couldn't understand the feelings in it. Besides, this is only the second time to see muqi'an, and he has no feelings to talk to muqi'an.

After leaving the nursing home, Mu Qingqing was in a low and calm mood. Three days later, she received a call from Mu Anren, saying that she was asked to buy a wreath and send it to the previous nursing home to pay tribute to the deceased third grandfather mu Qi'an.

The mourning hall was located in the main hall of the nursing home. Many relatives of the Mu family came, and even master Mu Xiuqin came in person.

"It's all my fault. I wish I had picked up my father to live at home that day." Mu Xiaomin sat down in a chair with a depressed look, his eyes were distracted, and the whole person was in a decadent attitude.

There were bursts of sadness and music. Mu Qingqing put the wreath aside, stood far away from the crowd, and looked at mu Qi'an's coffin with deep eyes.

"Xiaomin, the third uncle is eighty-nine this year. I want to be open and open." muxiu Qin comforted muxiaomin.

"My father said he wanted to go to my house to drink with me that day, but I refused him. It was all my bad, and even his old man's last wish didn't help him." Mu Xiaomin regretted and remorsefully covered his face.

"Sister, let's go back early?" moxiaoyun's blue pupils will appear abrupt in this place, so muqingqing specially bought several pairs of black beautiful pupils. As long as he goes out, moxiaoyun has to wear them.

"Well, let's go." Mu Qingqing is far from the old man and doesn't want to say hello for a while.

Muxiu Qin suddenly saw the thin white figure in the corner, pure and lonely. "Am I dazzled? It seems clear."

"Dad, you're wrong. There's no one there." Mu Antai swore to Mu Xiuqin as he saw Mu Qingqing leave.

When Mu Xiuqin looked at the past again, there was no one in that corner. He reluctantly shook his head. The eldest granddaughter was his most valued child, but he was not close to him and was unwilling to accept the burden of the Mu family.

Leaving muqi'an's funeral scene, muqingqing takes moxiaoyun to the department store. Ren Xinru's birthday will be ten days later. She wants to choose a gift for Ren Xinru. To think of it, a woman's gift is nothing more than clothes, jewelry, perfume.

When passing by Zhan Ying's clothes, Mu Qingqing frowned slightly, and then took Mo Xiaoyun to another floor.

"Sister, this, this looks good." Mo Xiaoyun said happily, pointing to a light blue love brooch on the high floor of the glass window.

"Kid, you can't judge the beauty by color?" Mu Qingqing took a smoke from the corner of his mouth, and the brooch was also blue.

"Blue looks good." Mo Xiaoyun stood on tiptoe and lay down in the glass window to look inside.

Muqingqing took a look at the price of the brooch. It's really not expensive. It's only more than 100. It's just not practical, and I don't know if Ren Xinru will like it.

"Sister, buy it!" Mo Xiaoyun looked at her with expectation. Wearing Meitong's eyes, he didn't look cute with blue eyes.

"This is not very practical. Let's see something else." Mu Qingqing shook his head and denied the gift of brooch.

Mo Xiaoyun hung his head and looked wan.

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you as a toy." anyway, it's about 100 yuan. As the owner of Mo Xiaoyun, I haven't done anything to make him happy. Mu Qingqing wanted to make him smile.

Mo Xiaoyun nodded and his expression became happy.

After selecting and selecting, Mu Qingqing finally chose a perfume with gardenia fragrance, the price is more than 1000. After returning home with perfume, Mu Shu Qin was sitting in the living room.

"Qingqing, why don't you go home during the winter vacation?" Mu Xiuqin's attitude was mild, but the question seemed to be interrogative.

"Grandpa." Mu Qingqing shouted.

"Where did this little doll come from?" Mu Xiuqin's eyes fell on the little boy on Mu Qingqing's side.

"Call Grandpa," Mu Qingqing reminded.

"Grandpa." Mo Xiaoyun skillfully shouted.

Mu Xiu Qin was stunned. Did Mu Anren have another baby? No, he looks like he's seven or eight years old. He shouldn't be the kind of person who doesn't tell his elders if he adds another person to his family.

"You go up first." Mu Qingqing hands the bag to Mo Xiaoyun and signals him to go upstairs first.

"Grandpa, he's the younger brother I picked up." Mu Qingqing told the truth. She didn't want to inform him about this before. It's better to explain it clearly if she suddenly meets him at this moment, so as to avoid trouble.

"Picked it up?" Mu Xiuqin stared at Mu Qingqing suspiciously. She read well. Where did she pick up such a big man?

"Qingqing, you rashly pick up such a big child as your brother. Do you know his details?" Mu Antai stared at Mu Qingqing with a smile. If people of unknown origin want to surname mu, they still have to say to the old man.

"He is a homeless child abandoned by his parents. One day he fainted in front of our house, so I took him home for help." Mu Qingqing replied faintly.

"Why don't you discuss such a big matter with your family?" Mu Xiuqin's voice took an invisible pressure.

"After discussing with my father, I decided to let my brother stay at home." Mu Qingqing replied humbly.

"Qingqing, his surname is mu. According to the rules, you have to report it to your grandfather first, and your grandfather can't leave the boy at home until he agrees." Mu Antai polished his fingernails and said carelessly.

"He doesn't have a surname of mu." fortunately, he doesn't have a surname of mu, otherwise he will have to pass the card to master mu. At this time, Mu Qingqing secretly congratulated himself that his registered permanent residence was in the Mohist school!