Don't mess with the rich girl

At the same time, the cold young man quickly picked up the paper on the ground and stretched out his hand to hold her waist when Mu Qingqing struggled with open arms. As Mu Qingqing struggled too hard, he found that he couldn't stop Mu Qingqing with one hand, so he used his other hand to pull her back from the rose bushes.

As soon as Mu Qingqing stood firm, he pushed away the cold young man.

"Hooligan!" Mu Qingqing scolded angrily. She is allergic to men now! I felt sorry for stepping on someone else's phone number, but after that hug just now, I suddenly thought of Zhan Yufei, the scum who made her lose her life. After exceeding the safe distance, Mu Qingqing was angry and ashamed. He patted the remaining leaves on his body and felt bored.

The cold young man was stunned for a second and handed his hands to muqingqing.

"Dwarf, you should speak with conscience." a tepid sentence.

The young man's hand was pricked by roses. The thorns were blood red. Although it was a flesh wound, it was mixed with sweat. It was also very painful.

Mu Qingqing was dumb and ignored that he called himself dwarf twice.

Just now, if he didn't save himself, Mu Qingqing would have to fish for skin trauma. Maybe even his face would be stabbed by the thorn of roses, and the thorn might disfigure his face.

"I'm sorry." Mu Qingqing bit her lip, apologized with a guilty heart, turned and hurried home, leaving an angry young man in place.

"A sorry is over?" the boy couldn't help but smile and stepped on his phone number. He was scolded as a hooligan with his good intentions to save her. A word of sorry, at best, is to level her sentence of scolding herself as a hooligan. I haven't finished counting the injury on my hand!

Moxiaohe looked down at his scarred hand stabbed by roses. It seemed that he shouldn't mind his own business and had to go to the hero to save the United States. Alas... It's hard to be a good man these days!

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Mu Qingqing ran all the way into Mu's house and didn't dare to look back at the boy.

If she looked back at this time, she would see the young man standing next to the rose bushes, holding the wrinkled note, with his thin lips slightly bent, looking at her back with interest.

At Mu's house, Su Cuiyun had already gone downstairs, wearing a cool black dress and sitting on the sofa watching TV with her legs crossed. The remnants of the living room were confiscated, and the tea table was still lying in its original position. Muqingqing understood that these would be her work.

"Mom." Mu Qingqing shouted with a low eyebrow.

"Oh, Miss Mu knows I'm your mother." Su Cuiyun sneered at Xiang muqingqing. The black belt in her hand is still the one in the morning. She asked Mu Anren. She has to live in the company this week. This week, she has time to toss about Mu Qingqing slowly.

"..." Mu Qingqing stood by the door of the gate, but her heart was cold.

Just because she knew Su Cuiyun was her mother, she didn't understand why she was always beaten.

"Dead girl, you provoked discord last night just to get your father and I divorced, didn't you?" Su Cuiyun pulled the belt in her hand and smiled insidiously.

In Mu Qingqing's heart, Su Cuiyun is not ugly. In her thirties, she gave birth to their three children, and her figure is not out of shape. Even her face looks like a philanthropist, her skin is not very bad, and Mu Anren is not too stingy. The money for her to go to the beauty salon for maintenance has not been broken at all. However, for mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen, she will always be a loving mother, but she will really have all kinds of faces to treat her.

Mu Qingqing stared at the belt in Su Cuiyun's hand. She was afraid of pain. She was really afraid. But Su Cuiyun is very cruel every time and never hits the wrong place. Even if she wants to find someone to protect her, looking at the whole Mu family, there is only mu Anren. However, Su Cuiyun's place really called her a young girl, which was hard to say.

Chest, thighs, hips.

Mu Qingqing is an extremely shy girl. Even if a stranger talks to her, it will make her blush for a while. No way, she's introverted.

"Mom, I didn't." Mu Qingqing said with great certainty to shangsu Cuiyun's cruel sight.

"Oh, no?" Su Cuiyun stood up. She was a tall beauty with a height of more than six meters. "I told you not to cook distiller's grains in the morning. You did well and broke your sister's forehead. Mu Qingqing, your mother didn't teach you to respect the old and love the young. You wanted to kill people and set fire, didn't you?"

Mu Qingqing stared at the one meter long belt with a frown. What she even thought in her mind was that she had been beaten by this belt in her previous life. The blood marks on her legs were one by one. Su Cuiyun even broke the fabric of her trouser legs.

The feeling of pain had made her blood boil first, and Mu Qingqing stared at the belt in Su Cuiyun's hand.

Su Cuiyun looked at shangmuqingqing coldly, but her heart despised her more and more. Good guy, when her daughter grew up, she became more and more disobedient.

Not satisfied, right?

Then hit her until she takes it!

With a "pa" sound, Su Cuiyun pulled the belt in his hand to the floor brick in front of Mu Qingqing, and pulled out a clear and loud sound.

It was this sound that made Mu Qingqing come back.

"Kneel." Su Cuiyun gave orders to Mu Qingqing coldly.

In Su Cuiyun's eyes, Mu Qingqing is always soft. She will do whatever she says. Once Mu Qingqing wants to resist, he will get Su Cuiyun's heavy beating like raindrops. If he doesn't help, there will be needles and kneeling. Anyway, Mu Anren doesn't care much about his family's affairs. As long as he doesn't lose face to the Mu family outside, he won't take care of his family's affairs.

At this time, mu Qingleng smiled. A pair of bright eyes raised their eyes to Su Cuiyun, but the steps under their feet didn't move a minute.

"Little bitch, I told you to kneel!" Su Cuiyun was impatient and reached out to pull muqingqing's arm, trying to make her kneel.

Before she could pull muqingqing's arm, muqingqing raised her hand and blocked her arm. Then, he threw his books and homework books on the floor of his home.

This posture seemed to fight Su Cuiyun.

"I call you mom, you call me a little bitch?" Mu Qingqing glared at Su Cuiyun angrily. The emotion accumulated in the bottom of her heart for more than 20 years broke out immediately.

Her voice was so loud that she even startled Mu Xiaoyou upstairs.

"Yo." Su Cuiyun was stunned for a moment, looking at the wood Qingqing in front of her, and some couldn't return to God.