Don't mess with the rich girl

Night and rain are intertwined. Muqingqing's back is wet. I can't tell whether it's rain or sweat.

"It's still thirty," said moxiao River coldly.

Mu Qingqing's hands trembled on the ground, and there was rolling thunder in his ears. She gritted her teeth and insisted.

"The original intention of exercising is good. It's wrong for you to take revenge with what you've learned." moxiaohe squatted in front of her and had already seen through her mind.

She insisted so hard because of her resentment. Her mind was too heavy.

"The world slanders me, despises me, deceives me, humiliates me, laughs at me, despises me, hates me, deceives me. Tolerate him, let him, avoid him, tolerate him, respect him, ignore him, and wait a few years. This sentence is for you. Think about it carefully. Don't lose yourself for revenge." moxiaohe stood in front of her. His slightly fat face looked less serious than before, The tone is still so arrogant.

Mu Qingqing stood up and looked at him angrily. "Shut up, I'm older than you. Don't I understand these words better than you? How can I make myself like a reasonable Tang monk. If someone swings a 40 meter long knife at you, you can bear him, let him, avoid him, bear him, respect him, ignore him? Then you'll be dead!"

Mo Xiaohe had a teasing smile at the bottom of her eyes. She was a little more impetuous than before, but she looked very cute. With a smile, he replied, "I'll cross the knife and kick him to death."

"It's over. Can you bear it? Can you let it go?" Mu Qingqing asked him plausibly.

"I'm different from you. I'm a man. You should let me take revenge for you. In this way, I won't dirty your hands." moxiaohe's sudden answer stunned muqingqing. What immortal routine is this?

"I still need 30 push ups." Mu Qingqing fell on the ground, lowered his head and began to do push ups, with water mist rolling in his eyes. Some people began to love her existence, but the wooden family was always indifferent.

Moxiao River took her tender arm, "that's all for today. Go back and have a good rest."

"No, I have to practice well if I want to practice. There is no turning back when I open the bow." Mu Qingqing stubbornly supported.

Seeing that she insisted, it was not good to stop her. He just nodded and helped her count.

The rain outside the pavilion is getting heavier and heavier. Across the rain curtain, both of them can see Mrs. Hua holding an embroidery needle in the attic, and her fingers skillfully come and go on the embroidery cloth. The embroidery is still the beautiful lotus picture. Under the warm yellow light, a lotus has been embroidered into a shape.

"Stabbing -" behind him came the slight sound of the chair being touched. Hua Qinghe slowly turned around and saw old Hua standing by the table and looking at her with a smile.

"Did it bother you?" Hua laolue said with some apology.

"It doesn't matter. I didn't do anything." Hua Qinghe pinned the needle on the embroidery and received the lotus picture. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I just want to have a bowl of hot soup." especially the soup she stewed is delicious and better than that sold in restaurants outside. Hua Lao was also thinking about her soup during her hospitalization.

Hua Qinghe put away his embroidery, put the beautiful lotus picture into a box and got up to give Hua Lao hot ribs soup.

Moxiaohe took back his sight and asked Mu Qingqing, "are they husband and wife?"

Knowing that he was doing the task, Mu Qingqing answered his question, "it should be that Aunt Hua's surname was taken by Hua Lao. She has been together for so many years. What is it, not a husband and wife?"

"No." moxiaohe shook his head. There was always a difference between huaqinghe and HuaLao.

"They are all good people. Your task should have nothing to do with them?" Mu Qingqing asked him hesitantly.

"There is no absolute good person in the world." moxiaohe only shook his head and helped her to the warm house.

Old Hua frowned and looked at Mu Qingqing who was helped into the room under the building. He was as wet as a drowned chicken. He looked at it severely, but he couldn't scold Mu Qingqing.

When he came to the kitchen, he asked aloud, "Qinghe, Qingqing, what's the matter with her?"

"She wants to exercise and practice some self-defense skills." Hua Qinghe said softly.

"Don't you feel bad when you are in the rain?" look, Mu Qingqing and Hua Qinghe get along well during this time. Hua Lao doesn't understand her laissez faire attitude.

"What I can do is to help her hold an umbrella." Hua Qinghe opened the lid of the soup pot, filled with water mist and overflowing aroma. She picked up a small bowl and spoon and filled a bowl of hot soup for old Hua.

"What if she is your daughter?" old Hua opened his mouth calmly and stared at Hua Qinghe.

The soup bowl in Hua Qinghe's hand suddenly fell to the ground. She hurriedly squatted down and was ready to pick up the fragments of the bowl.

Old Hua pulled her up and told the Filipino servant, "sweep it."

Hua Qinghe took two steps back. The soup splashed her skirt. She frowned slightly and broke away from Hua Lao.

"Lao Hua, I'm fine. I'll fill you another bowl of soup." Hua Qinghe went to one side to take the bowl. There was no old smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and all that remained was the solemnity after stabilizing his mood.

Daughter? What daughter does she have?

"No more." old Hua looked at her low brow and lost her interest in drinking soup.

Hua Qinghe didn't look up at him. The soup bowl in his hand contained half a bowl of soup. She smiled and said, "Lao Hua, you're confused. I don't have any daughter."

Hua Lao took the soup bowl from her hand, looked at her sharply and said in a deep voice, "in fact, you don't have amnesia. You just don't want to face it."

Hua Qinghe was absent-minded for a moment and then returned to normal. "I can't remember what happened before, you know."

Old Hua took out a neatly folded report from his wallet and handed it to Hua Qinghe. "This is the result you want for more than ten years."

Hua Qinghe looked at the words 99% above, and her heart suddenly trembled. She widened her eyes and looked at Hua Lao. She only felt the blood surging in her head, as if she wanted to swallow all her reason.

In front of her, it suddenly turned into a mist. She stared at the vague report and thought about the things that had been dusty for more than ten years. Love to her was like slops that everyone abandoned, emitting bursts of stench, which made her feel sick when she remembered.

But she could clearly see the name on the report. It was Mu and his name was clear. Another name is Hua Qinghe.

The word "wood" is a sore in the bottom of her heart. When she doesn't think of it, it is painless. Once she thinks of it, she tears open the skin and reveals a piece of bleeding meat. It hurts when she looks at it.

"Why did you show me this?" Hua Qinghe's eyes drooped slightly and his heart was in a mess, staring at the report at a loss.

"After all these years, I don't want to ask you why, but I saw her." old Hua turned his back and looked in the direction of Mu Qingzhu. "She's not doing well."

During this period of time, I had contact with Mu Qingqing. I saw that she was a young girl in flower season, but she was mature enough to be alone. If it weren't for the fact that her family didn't spoil her enough, how could she get to such a point? Moreover, the family situation of the Mu family is quite good. Mu Qingqing's abandoned treatment shows that the Mu family doesn't love her enough.

Old Hua saw it clearly and hoped that Hua Qinghe could recognize his daughter and untie the knot more than ten years ago. There is a reason why he saved muqingqing. Now he can tell huaqinghe.

With a bitter smile, Hua Qinghe returned the report to Hua Lao and said, "it won't be her. She should be someone else's daughter. She just fell in love with me. This report is not 100% accurate."

Hua Lao didn't answer the report and stared at Hua Qinghe. She didn't want to recognize her own daughter?

Or did she think it was another trick?

"Lao Hua, you don't have to say any more. I won't disturb other people's quiet life. Besides, you don't know my business at all, so don't interfere any more." Hua Qinghe turned and left the kitchen, leaving a floor of report paper and a bowl of cold soup. What he said was really heartless.

Hua Lao's face was not very good-looking. He put the bowl back on the stove helplessly and stepped over a pile of messy reports. He knew that Hua Qinghe could not talk about it in a day or two. He also left the kitchen dejected.

After wiping his hair, Mu Qingqing couldn't open his tired eyes and fell asleep. Moxiaohe's training method is really effective. Today she feels very tired, so she has no time to pay attention to the situation around her.

However, these words were heard by moxiao river. He used his ability to see the report falling on the ground, and then, while returning to the room, he used the ability of perspective to see the face under Hua Qinghe's mask. At this sight, he was shocked. I saw the relationship between mu Qingqing and Hua Qinghe, but also understood Hua Qinghe's ideas and the previous bits and pieces of Mu's family.

For the task, moxiaohe had to peep into other people's privacy. After seeing the ideas and pictures of Huaqing and he naohai, he had a new plan.

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In the living room of Mu family in city a, Mu Xiuqin walked in with a crutch. When he heard the movement, Mu Anren stood straight and waited for mu Xiuqin to come in. In the past few months when Mu Qingqing disappeared, he couldn't eat or sleep. He lost a lot of weight.

Seeing Mu Xiuqin coming in, he just stood up straight to meet him, but he didn't even have the desire to speak.

Mu Xiu Qin's eyes were on him, but he also knew that he could only blame himself for being too stubborn. He even asked Su Cuiyun to take Mu Qingqing to state h. this trip lost Mu's eldest daughter and Mu Anren's heart.

All the bodyguards stood outside the door. The house was so quiet that they could hear the sound of the needle falling on the ground. Mu Anren looked at him with a tense sword. He had a grievance in his heart, but he didn't say a word.

Neither father nor son spoke first, and the surrounding atmosphere was dignified.