Don't mess with the rich girl

"Beautiful oriental ice beauty, please." Steve Bowen smiled and made a gentleman's gesture.

Mu Qingqing stared at his shoulder. Although he was wearing wine red clothes, the color of his shoulder was deeper. When he looked carefully, it seemed to be soaked in blood. There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

However, Hua Qinghe took her hand and walked forward. Mu Qingqing didn't have a chance to know more.

Steve Bowen touched his nose and stared at Mu Qingqing's direction with great interest. Her petite waist and white smooth shoulders made people daydream Feifei.

"This girl, on time," Steve Bowen said with a bad smile.

The reception hall is on the third floor. Mu Qingqing followed Mrs. Hua on the elevator, looking very alert.

According to her idea, Steve Bowen didn't look like a good man. His eyes were too obscene just now. Therefore, she had to be careful at the reception.

"Qingqing, go and eat what you want. Aunt, go and say hello to your uncle's friends and come over." Hua Qinghe glanced at an old friend not far away and thought it was boring for mu Qingqing to follow her in the past. It's better to let her play in the hall by herself.

"HMM." MuQing nodded, knowing that huaqinghe didn't want her to follow.

The warm light shines on the bright crystal lamp. The whole reception hall shows luxury everywhere. Men and women wear neat and decent dresses and suits, and talk gracefully with high foot glasses. Mu Qingqing's appearance has attracted some jealous eyes, as if her appearance is an obstacle to others' conversation.

Mu Qingqing ignored this, but crossed the crowd to a quieter corner and sat bored.

This boredom didn't last long. Her eyes soon caught a familiar figure - the man Xiao Jiu who met in another hotel in the evening.

She put her hand on the tip of her nose and didn't want to talk to people or talk to others.

However, some people who were not sensible took the initiative to come up when they saw that she had left the order.

The man with white skin, who thought he was a gentleman, came over with two glasses of red wine in his hand, which was obviously prepared for her early.

"Excuse me. Can I buy you a drink?" the white man asked her with a smile, speaking fluent and authentic English.

Mu Qingqing waved his hand and motioned him to go.

The other party didn't retreat because of her refusal. Instead, he came uninvited and sat next to Mu Qingqing. His eyes deliberately fell on Mu Qingqing's white shoulders.

A glass of red wine stood in front of her, whether she wanted it or not.

Mu Qingqing's other hand clenched into a fist. As long as the person next to her had the next move, she guaranteed to punch him on the head and make him doubt life!

"You! Go!" Mu Qingqing waved her hands and said broken Chinglish. She was very unhappy and asked him to go away. In fact, what she wanted to say was that she forgot how to speak English for a moment.

The white skinned man clung to her, even put down his glass and put one hand on her shoulder.

Before he touched the delicate ice muscle, suddenly, the two figures covered the light in front of them and covered Mu Qingqing's delicate figure tightly. A strong hand pinched the white man's wrist and pinched him so that the whole man stood up.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." the white man apologized repeatedly, and his eyes showed a look of fear. The pain from his hands told him that the man in front of him was not easy to provoke.

The dull and solemn atmosphere is particularly strong. Xiao Jiu's eyes are staring at the ignorant man on Mu Qingqing's side. Mo Xiaohe's wearing a gorgeous wine red suit and coat. He's staring at the man with white skin. He can't hide his killing heart.

"Get out." Mo Xiaohe said this sentence faintly, with deep eyes and complex look.

The man with white skin cried and nodded again and again.

Moxiaohe motioned Xiaojiu to let go. He released his hand and watched the white man leave this humble corner with a wine glass. He knew that this man was under Steve Bowen, but he still couldn't see Mu Qingqing being bullied.

Mu Qingqing stood up in surprise, but he was forced to sit down by moxiaohe on his shoulder. She looked up and down at moxiaohe and thought he was too mature. He was clearly a handsome man. How could she dress up as an ugly and earthy upstart in the blink of an eye?

"You, who did you learn from?" Mu Qingqing asked him in surprise. It's hard to imagine that he would become like this one day.

Fortunately, a high cake rack was placed in their position, blocking most of the view of the infield and giving them a small space to talk. Xiao Jiu stood in the corner of the infield with his back to them and his eyes were calm.

Moxiaohe took off his wine red suit and covered muqingqing's shoulder considerately. The strong and overbearing said, "in the future, you are not allowed to wear off shoulder dresses."

Mu Qingqing:

"To make a long story short, when I was on a mission, my pseudonym was Chen Xin, the son of a nouveau riche. I remember clearly." moxiaohe's eyebrows and eyes were ten centimeters away from her, and his eyes were deep.

Speaking like this seems to have some effect. Mu clearly remembers it. She understood him instantly. She really had to do everything for her task.

So she nodded.

"Well, didn't you come to pick me up?" after a pause, she thought of her own problem.

"You need a formal procedure for returning home. When the little thing is done, I'll send ah Qi and ah Jiu to pick you up." Mo Xiaohe stared at her delicate nose, and her face turned red because of shyness. Damn it!

"What about my family? What's the situation in my family now?" Mu Qingqing couldn't help but ask Mu Jiaguan if he cared about her.

"Very good." Mo Xiaohe answered three words concisely.

Xiao Jiu is secretly feisty. As expected, if he can save, he can save, even to Mu Qingqing.

"They... Didn't come to me?" Mu Qingqing lowered her eyes. Has the Mu family really abandoned her completely?

Mo Xiaohe looked at her thoughts on the heartless people in the Mu family and said sour, "why do you want them to come to you? Just have me."

MuQing looked at him mistily, but his heart was sour. Sure enough, the wooden family really didn't love her.

Mo Xiaohe took her into his generous chest and comforted him, "don't think of people and things that are not worth remembering."

Mu Qingqing grabbed his white shirt and was in a low mood.

"Mr. Chen, Steve is coming." Xiao Jiu turned and tipped off the news.

Mo Xiaohe reluctantly loosened Mu Qingqing, "don't say you've leaked my identity."

Before muqingqing could react, Steve Bowen came to the cake rack, followed by the white man.

"What's wrong with Miss mu?" Steve Bowen gathered a smile, looked at Mu Qingqing's tears seriously, and looked meaningfully in the direction of the moxiao river.

The white man whispered in Steve Bowen's ear. He came to him to find his face.

But unexpectedly, Steve Bowen, who heard the reason, dumped the white man without saying a word. He had a big ear scraper. His hands were too heavy. The white man's cheeks were red and bloody immediately.

"Miss Mu is frightened. My little brother is not sensible and doesn't know your identity. Please don't worry about him because you have a lot of adults." Steve Bowen is careful to compensate for being careful for fear of offending Mu Qingqing.

This abnormal attitude makes Xiao Jiu very puzzling. Steve Bowen's information says that he is a bully. How can he be so polite to Mu Qingqing without people he is afraid of?

Mu Qingqing looked at him in a circle. He felt that this fierce and kind-hearted man named Steve was not good at seeing him teach people a lesson at the moment.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here?" there was a cold flash in Steve Bowen's eyes. If the son of the upstart also provoked Mu Qingqing, he would not be merciful.

"He's here to help me." Mu Qingqing made a noise and stared at the white man with alert eyes.

Steve Bowen raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Qingqing's coat on his shoulder. It seems that Mu Qingqing has a motherland complex and is not prepared for the son of a nouveau riche. He dares to wear the coat of a strange man casually.

"Hey, I just can't bear to see some people do things. Good little girl, you've brought you to such a place. Your eyes are dirty." moxiaohe sat apart and looked contemptuously at the white man.

Steve Bowen sneered, "is Mr. Chen saying that I didn't do a good reception?"

"You did a good job at the reception, but some unsightly dregs did wrong. What an elegant place, you have to use some common rogue means." moxiaohe turned his head.

For his contrast, there are still some numbers in Mu Qingqing. I know it is forced by his identity.

Hua Qinghe, who couldn't find Mu Qingqing in the hall, saw Steve Bowen standing in the corner, so he rushed over and asked him to find someone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she came over, she saw Mu Qingqing sitting in the center of a group of people with alert eyes.

"Qingqing." Hua Qinghe walked towards her with concern.

"Mrs. Hua." Steve Bowen bowed respectfully and humbly. He hasn't had time to teach moxiaohe a lesson.

"What's the matter?" it was obvious that the atmosphere around Mu Qingqing was wrong. A man who didn't seem to be a literate sat beside Mu Qingqing. Hua Qinghe asked Mu Qingqing worried.