Don't mess with the rich girl

When Mu Xiaoyou grew up in his previous life, he often went to major shopping malls to buy clothes, because the Mu family was not short of money. Mu Xiaoyou and Su Cuiyun used money recklessly. At that time, they often brought home clothes from major luxury brands. Usually, the price of a dress will not be less than 5000, but more than tens of thousands. Later, they will not go to the mall to buy, but find someone to make it to order.

Bai jiaoniang made custom clothes for their mother and daughter.

Mu Qingqing often hears Bai jiaoniang's voice at home. Unfortunately, she couldn't see it at that time and didn't know what Bai jiaoniang looked like.

But she heard her real name once.

White, Ruo, Wen.

The woman founded her own clothing brand. She didn't take a design class in one day, but she has a deep origin with clothing design. Her design works were later auctioned off at an auction for 10 million.

Mu Qing Qing once heard Su Cuiyun make complaints about her clothes at home. She said that she was just a dress maker. Her husband died early. She had no children under her knees. She became a widow at a very young age. She slept on a man and was ordered to sleep by a man, making a factory that was like that of her own brand.

Mu Qingqing heard those words more than once, but seldom heard Su Cuiyun mention Bai jiaoniang's name. Every time they said the tailor, clothes maker and shameless woman.

Not listening to Su Cuiyun and Mu Xiaoyou's gossip, Mu Qingqing thinks about Bai jiaoniang's current situation. She just opened a small tailor's shop in the town, which is far from the point of opening a factory and becoming her own brand. What if she could join hands with Bai jiaoniang to do this business? The earlier the time, the better for Bai jiaoniang.

"Master, how do you look strange?" Xiao Yun sat next to Mu Qingqing. Her idea was to see it clearly, that is, she felt the picture in her imagination. Mu Xiaoyou's height was wrong, and her face was much more mature.

"Hmm?" Mu Qingqing looked at Xiao Yun blankly and didn't understand its meaning.

"Why is your sister so tall?" Xiao Yun blinked his blue eyes and asked puzzled.

Mu Qingqing's face stiffened, paused, and then slowly said, "I can't imagine what she will look like when she grows up."

"The master's imagination is really rich." Xiao Yun touched his bare head, lowered his eyes and held his cheeks listlessly.

In the next room, Su Cuiyun was taking a bath for mu Xiaoyou while scolding Bai jiaoniang for her inhumanity and Mu Anren for her eccentricity.

"Mom, are you in menopause? Why are you scolding all the time?" Mu Xiaoyou said discontentedly, rubbing his skin with warm water on his face.

The original white foam has been dyed black by ink, but the ink on the small wooden face is still not reduced.

Su Cuiyun looked at the black charcoal like wood Xiaoyou with worry. She couldn't tell the taste at all. At that time, she didn't see Mu Xiaoyou splashed with ink, but there was not a bottle of ink at home, and there was no ink trace on the second floor. She also wondered. Like Mu Anren, she was afraid that this was the so-called retribution.

"Youyou, you didn't really see someone pouring ink from the second floor?" Su Cuiyun wondered if Mu Xiaoyou was wrong, or could it be mu Yichen? Although this possibility is very small, it is not completely ruled out.

"Really not, there is no sound upstairs, and the ink is like a line. It doesn't seem to be spilled at all." Mu Xiaoyou can't help but be afraid for a while, and his back is cold.

Su Cuiyun frowned and helped Mu Xiaoyou rub it for so long. The ink did not decrease at all. On the contrary, the water was no different from the sewage.

"The ink is not less, and his face is still so black." Mu Xiaoyou slapped the water angrily, rubbing his face hot.

"Well, don't be angry. It's ink. It's not easy to wash it off. It usually takes two or three days to get it on your hand." Su Cuiyun worries that it's time for mu Qingqing to do the champion wine in a few days. She also wants to take Mu Xiaoyou to attend so that she can show her face in front of Mu Anren's friends, but now Mu Xiaoyou's face is black. How can she go out and meet people.

"Ah? Can't I see anyone these days?" Mu Xiaoyou angrily patted the ink stained water in the bathtub, splashing Su Cuiyun all over.

On cloudy days, people with low air pressure are impetuous.

"You child, you are always angry. You have to change your temper." Su Cuiyun said angrily and took a dry towel from the towel rack to wipe away the water stains.

"You can all go to her banquet. Am I alone at home?" Mu Xiaoyou shed tears wrongfully. When he thought of the No. 1 scholar's wine, he was even more upset.

"You'd better wash your body. You can go to the party after washing it today and tomorrow." Su Cuiyun also lost her temper. A few days ago, Mu Xiaoyou was allergic and picked up her life. She yelled at herself. Now she's almost well and has no worries about life. She can't yell like this.

Mu Xiaoyou rubbed her body angrily, and the expression on her face was gloomy that did not meet her age.

The dark water changed again and again, and the ink on Mu Xiaoyou's body still didn't reduce at all. She couldn't help but be impatient and grasp the sponge for bathing and rub her skin hard.

"Xiao Yun, the ink has changed the order. Can't you wash it at all?" the ink wasn't spilled by Mu Qingqing. She didn't know the power of the ink.

"Yes, those attached to her will not be washed off in less than seven days. Now what she washes off is only attached to the surface."

Mu Xiaoyou's voice was so loud that they could hear both of them without super hearing. At present, both of them had cotton in their ears, which was convenient for reading.

"Otherwise, you'd better get the ink on her?" Mu Qingqing blocked her ears. The voice was still loud, and she couldn't help being angry.

"Er... It's a little difficult." Xiao Yun didn't mean to say that the activated fiber carbon attached to Mu Xiaoyou's skin changed the order once, so he couldn't change it the second time. Because the liquid has dried, the water has penetrated into the skin.

"Can't you do it?" Mu Qingqing's head is uncomfortable with melon seeds. Unexpectedly, Mu Xiaoyou's temper is like mania at any time.

Xiao Yun shook his head.

Mu Xiaoyou spent a whole afternoon in the bath, even having dinner in the bathtub.

"Youyou, soak for another night and stick to it." after soaking all afternoon, Mu Xiaoyou's hands, which were still thin and tender, have wrinkled. Su Cuiyun was distressed, but she wanted Mu Xiaoyou to join Mu Qingqing's champion wine, so she had to let her daughter eat the pain.

"It's all soaked..." Mu Xiaoyou picks up the rice with red eyes. The skin on her hands and feet had become pleated. If only the ink had been completely spilled on her clothes at that time, it was her face and neck. All the exposed skin on her body was spared.

"There are still a few days, we can soak up the ink." Su Cuiyun comforted. "Your grandfather will also come for the champion wine this time, and all the uncles and uncles of Mu Zhai will come. You must fight for breath."

"Grandpa will drive that good car, right?" Mu Xiaoyou heard that old man Mu will come, and the gloom at the bottom of his eyes disappeared. Mr. Mu will invite their three children to take a bus, and then she can show off to her classmates.

"HMM." Su Cuiyun gently rubbed Mu Xiaoyou's back, and her hands were stained black. It's true that those close to Zhu are red and those close to ink are black.

"Mom, bring me two more bars of soap." Mu Xiaoyou didn't even pick up the rice and rubbed his body in high spirits.

"Is driving a good car the supreme honor of you people on earth?" after listening to Mu Xiaoyou's words, Xiao Yun was full of black lines. In order to take a good car, Mu Xiaoyou refused to eat even rice.

"We can't generalize everything by the article. Not everyone is like this." Mu Qingqing stroked his hair behind his ears, worried about Xiao Huali.

Since we have decided to make the champion wine, how can we lose Xiao Huali?

"I want to find my friend tomorrow, so you don't have to follow me." Mu Qingqing doesn't want to tie Xiaoyun to her side, but hopes to get along with her in an equal relationship. Xiaoyun should have her own freedom and space.

Immediately, Mu Qingqing was annoyed again. Two bodyguards of moxiaohe lived downstairs. Mu Anren actually took over the two bodyguards and paid their salary on a monthly basis. If Mu Qingqing didn't know that the Mu family was not short of money, she wouldn't let the bodyguard enter the Mu family's door.

"What about those two downstairs?" Mu Qingqing said to himself.

"Master, can't you find your friend now?" Xiaoyun saw qingmuqing's heart. What she didn't understand was that since muqingqing was so worried about his friend, why did she have to wait for tomorrow.

"It's already so late, she may have gone to bed." disturbing people's dreams is what Mu Qingqing doesn't like to do most.

However... After Xiao Yun mentioned it, MuQing really had the idea of going to see Xiao Huali now.

"Let's go now. The two downstairs won't know." Xiaoyun stopped the spacecraft 50 meters above Mujia Tianlou, which can be said to be very safe.

Just do it. Mu Qingqing turned over, got up and changed into casual clothes, wondering what to take to see Xiao Huali?

"Pumpkin, my pumpkin is ripe. It's on the ship." Xiaoyun said that she wrapped the gift. The pumpkin in the ship is three times the size of a basketball. If Mu Qingqing hadn't reminded her that she could accept it, she would still keep it.

"Pumpkin... OK." Mu Qingqing nodded reluctantly. She didn't have a few dollars, and Xiao Yun's proposal was also good.

After locking her door, muqingqing crept up the sky building. She and Xiaoyun confirmed in advance that everyone would not find that she had gone out before they went out.

The dark night is still drizzling. This weather is best for sleeping.