Don't mess with the rich girl

When the last ray of sunshine in country h sank down the mountain, moxiaoyun's spacecraft just stopped over the mountain forest near Huajia. This is the grounding point he set after discussing with Mu Qingqing. He has been familiar with the road for a long time in the past year.

Put on the new black T-shirt Ren Xinru bought for him, put on cool sunglasses, put two small hands in his pocket, and set off coldly towards his destination.

The red and yellow human statue stood at the door, smiling to welcome everyone who came to the restaurant. Mo Xiaoyun looks up at the golden m. This is where he and Mu Qingqing often make an appointment.

Madonna Laurie is not very quiet, and because it is located in the most prosperous area of country h, people come and go very frequently. But also because of this, the meeting between mu Qingqing and Mo Xiaoyun won't attract too many people's attention.

After ordering two packages, Mu Qingqing took one, Mo Xiaoyun took one, and then found a table for two. They sat opposite each other.

Mu Qingqing opened an economics book at hand and stared at his own book. "The Chinese family are so kind to me. Is it only because we met in P city that old Hua is so kind to me?"

Mo Xiaoyun bit the plastic straw of coke and looked around. He was puzzled by this. The Chinese family had been good to her for more than two days. Why did he think of asking this question today?

"I thought of this question after I knew it. Don't you think the Chinese family's kindness to me is too unusual?" Mu Qingqing continued to ask.

"Aren't you human beings full of love? Old Hua is so kind to you. He doesn't lack money and his spirit is quite normal. It should be because your kindness moved him." Mo Xiaoyun explained with words.

"But I don't seem to have done anything for him..." Mu Qingqing carefully recalled that she just accidentally bumped into Hua Lao at the airport. Specifically, she really didn't do anything kind for Hua Lao.

"Maybe it's because you're a good gambler. He saw you as a young apprentice, so he left you with him?" Mo Xiaoyun bit a juicy hamburger and licked the salad dressing on his lips with satisfaction.

"He has never asked me to perform gambling in the past year." Mu Qingqing turned a page of paper. There is no unprovoked love or hatred in the world. Hua Lao treats her like this, which makes her feel uneasy now.

"Er... Ask him yourself." no matter how you guess, he can't guess what motivation Hua Lao can have. After all, he never hurt Mu Qingqing or used her.

Mu Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly. She asked? I don't know where to start.

"Sister, are you really not going back to Mu's house?" the little guy ate half of the hamburger and looked at Mu Qingqing worried about the future for her.

In this year, she didn't have the opportunity to go back to Mu's house. Mo Xiaoyun was particularly worried about her bad life, but the fact was that Mu Qingqing ate and slept when she should. On the surface, there seemed to be no problem.

This quiet and good day has passed for a long time. Mo Xiaoyun also feels that the past has passed. No one should investigate.

But mu Qingqing doesn't think so!

"The Mu family and I have broken off our friendship, and the family affection was buried in the earth when they chose to erect a monument for me." Mu Qingqing said this coldly, feeling as painful as gouging out a piece of meat.

"I'll do what my sister does." Mo Xiaoyun dipped French fries in tomato sauce and ate it contentedly.

"I don't want to do anything to the Mu family. As long as they don't provoke me now, I promise I won't do anything to them." this is her last kindness. Mu Qingqing vowed.

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Mu's living room was drenched with rain, and Mu Anren was soaked from inside to outside.

He drove back to his home and looked at the cold stove. When Mu Qingqing was at home, there would be at least one bowl of dinner left, not because of waste, but because he could have a hot meal at home when he came home.

But now, Su Cuiyun and the domestic helper are in charge of the kitchen. The stove is cleaned up and the dinner is eaten. Because I know he often works overtime in the company, I won't leave a bowl of cold rice for him.

Only aunt Qiong can maintain Mu Qingqing's habit, but aunt Qiong stayed in city a, and the Mu family dismissed her. Su Cuiyun proposed that Aunt Qiong's home is in city a, and it's too far to Zhaoxi. Mu Anren remembered that Aunt Qiong's son was also studying in city a, and simply gave her a severance payment. However, the two thousand yuan severance payment was given to Su Cuiyun. He didn't expect that Su Cuiyun only gave 200 yuan as compensation.

It was late at night, Mu Anren turned on all the lights in the living room. The house was all lit up, but the bottom of his heart was empty.

This is his home. Unfortunately, it's not warm enough without the feeling of home.

When he got home, Su Cuiyun slept, Mu Xiaoyou might still be doing his homework, and Mu Yichen was still playing games in his room. The most communication between each other should be at the dinner table, but at the dinner table, they usually do their own work after eating. There is no such kind of cordial and lively feeling at all.

In the past, when Mu Qingqing was at home, he could quarrel. Now he can't even hear the sound of quarrel. It seems that living is just for eating, working and sleeping.

Mu Anren lay on his back on the soft sofa, looked up at the glittering crystal lamp on his head, and recalled Mu Qingqing's cold and alienated appearance of calling him Mr. mu. That cold expression was more thrilling than the cold winter and the twelfth moon.

"Anren, why are you all wet." Su Cuiyun, who slept for a while and woke up at night, saw the light downstairs, so he went downstairs to have a look.

She saw Mu Anren all wet and sitting on the cloth sofa in her home, making the home dirty. She, who was a little obsessed with cleanliness, couldn't help getting angry. "You're so wet. Why are you sitting on the sofa? You're making the house dirty."

Mu Anren ignored him and still looked up at the ceiling, feeling like a walking corpse.

Seeing that he didn't move, Su Cuiyun immediately realized that his attitude was wrong. "An Ren, why are you in the rain?"

"I see Qingqing." Mu Anren moved his lips and answered her in a dumb voice.

Su Cuiyun looked up at the ceiling with his eyes. She was afraid for a while. Could she see Mu Qingqing's soul?

"Ann... Anren, you've drunk too much. Qingqing is dead and can't come back. Don't worry about it." Su Cuiyun boldly advised Mu Anren.

"I mean, I saw Qingqing at the reception today." Mu Anren sat up straight, felt his cigarette box from the tea table and pulled out a cigarette.

"See her at the reception?" Su Cuiyun's mouth took a smoke. Mu Anren was mostly drunk. "Anren, go take a hot bath and go to bed early. I think you drank too much today."

"I didn't drink too much. She's still alive. I talked to her." Mu Anren has decadent pain in the bottom of his eyes. Unfortunately, it's like a layer of ash in Su Cuiyun's eyes. She can't see his pain.

"Well... How could it be!" Mingming sent the dead girl to the poison village. How could he still have the chance to come back alive? Mu Anren must have drunk too much and read it wrong! Su Cuiyun hurried down the stairs, feeling his back cool.

"She called me Mr. mu. The child must have a lot of grievances in his heart." lit the cigarette and Mu Anren thought for a while. "No, I must pick her up tomorrow."

Su Cuiyun blinked blankly. Seeing Mu Anren's appearance today, he really didn't seem to be drunk. Did he really see Mu Qingqing?

"Anren, don't fool around. Qingqing's death certificate has been opened. Calm down. She calls you Mr. mu. It must be because she doesn't know you. It's normal for some people in the world to look like you. You can't mistake others for your own children. It's a shame." no matter whether it's her or not, she has to stop Mu Anren from looking for her back. What does a person who has sold his household in his household register come back for!

"Don't worry, I'll get her back. I can't lose any of the children of the Mu family." even if Mo Xiaoyun loses it, after all, he doesn't have a surname of Mu and has no blood relationship with the Mu family. If he loses it, he loses it. But mu Qingqing is his daughter. It's cold enough not to find her bones at the beginning. Now I have to recognize her ancestors and return to her family when I see that she is still alive.

Su Cuiyun clenched her teeth. The expression on her face was very good-looking. She went forward to hold Mu Anren and said with a smile: "did you really see her at the reception? Are you sure it's her?"

"My daughter, how can I admit my mistake?" Mu Anren asked her slightly angrily. "Qingqing is our daughter. Do you think I will recognize her wrong?"

Like a lump in his throat, Su Cuiyun held his hand and gave him a slight meal.

"I'll pick her up tomorrow." Mu Anren took Su Cuiyun's shoulder. "Cuiyun, you can't lose any of your children!"

Su Cuiyun was suddenly held by him. When she raised her eyes, she ran into the seriousness in Mu Anren's eyes. He really took her for Su Cuiyun.

"Go wash and sleep first. What can I do tomorrow?" Su Cuiyun lowered her head and never hated Mu Qingqing so much. Even when he died, he was restless.

Tonight's thunderstorm was a little heavy. The water flowing through the wooden window seemed to be splashed up one after another.

Su Cuiyun stood at the window, his hands around his chest, and the undercurrent under his eyes surged.

"There's a way to heaven. You don't go. There's no door to hell. You have to break through. You're lucky you didn't die abroad. If you don't come back, we'll live a quiet life. Since you want to come back and fight with me, don't blame me for being cruel." Su Cuiyun muttered and looked at the boundless darkness outside the window. She had a deep sense of crisis for the first time, It's like a company that has worked hard for many years will be crushed by others.

She has a hunch that Mu Qingqing's return is by no means accidental. Whether she loses memory or not, she must die.