Don't Provoke Princess

"The key." Mo Xiaohe hid his smile and asked the bodyguard beside him for the key. His tone also turned cold.    

    

The bodyguard handed the key that Mu Anren handed to Mo Xiaohe.    

    

Following that, Mo Xiaohe opened the door of the truck and sat in the driver's seat of Mu Anren.    

    

"Young Master Mo …" The bodyguard wanted to say something, but Mo Xiaohe waved his hand and didn't want to listen.    

    

"It was such a hot day that people were stopped outside the door to bask in the sun for so long just because they saw that the guests were driving a truck. "I'm the one driving, are you sure you want to stop me?" Mo Xiaohe started the truck. The engine sounded. The bodyguard quickly retreated to one side and blocked the car on the other side to make a path for Mo Xiaohe to enter.    

    

Mu Qingqing stared at Mo Xiaohe's stern profile and raised her eyebrows. She hadn't thought that this youth would have such an mature side to him. It was as if the childish boy who used the reflection of his sunglasses to attract her attention didn't exist.    

    

"Thank you." No matter what, the person who helped them was still Mo Xiaohe. It was only natural for him to say thank you.    

    

In the distance, when Uncle Jiu was drinking water, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of water as he saw through the glass window that Mo Xiaohe had neatly climbed into the driver's seat of the van. He muttered, "Is Xiaohe crazy?" There's no one with a driver's license! "    

    

In a flash, he gave the cup to the maid beside him and ran for the gate.    

    

Mo Xiaohe's mouth twitched, but he didn't reply. He thought to himself, "What a two-faced girl. He said he was childish in the car, but now he said thank you." Women! It was like the weather in June!    

    

"But how old are you? Do you have a driver's license? True... Can you drive? " Only then did Mu Qingqing realize that he was the one who had given the key to the bodyguard just now.    

    

As soon as Mu Qingqing finished her sentence, she suddenly leaned back and knocked the back of her head against the backrest.    

    

"Sorry, I got off on a bit too hard." Mo Xiaohe twitched his lips in embarrassment. He was used to driving large trucks in the army, but all of a sudden, he switched to a truck outside and was not used to coming over for a while.    

    

"If you do, I'm really worried about my safety." Mu Qingqing couldn't help but grab the handrail on the right side of the room as she stared at Mo Xiaohe with her bright eyes.    

    

"Don't worry, it's only the distance to the parking lot. Nothing will happen." Mo Xiaohe promised solemnly.    

    

But in a flash, he threw the truck into the parking space with its front end facing the first floor of the house and the French window in front of them.    

    

"Mo Xiaohe, stop quickly!" Mu Qingqing's heart suddenly tightened as she leaned forward uncontrollably. The next second, Mo Xiaohe parked the car steadily.    

    

"Chi — —" Mo Xiaohe gasped. His left hand was already a step away from Mu Qingqing's forehead, blocking the windshield and her head. He had to bear the brunt of Mu Qingqing's [Iron Head Art]. "Is it always this exciting when we meet?"    

    

Mu Qingqing raised her hands above her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Xiaohe's wide palm in front of her. The veins on his palm were clearly visible.    

    

"Young Master Mo!" "Young Master Mo!" Uncle Jiu quickly rushed to the driver's side, knocked on the car window and anxiously shouted.    

    

Mo Xiaohe retracted his hand and casually put his left hand on the steering wheel as he glanced at Uncle Jiu.    

    

"Don't worry. He didn't die."    

    

Only then did Uncle Jiu see through the transparent window that the girl in the front passenger seat was Mu Qingqing.    

    

"Miss Mu, we meet again." "Haha." Uncle Jiu waved at Mu Qingqing.    

    

Mu Qingqing forced a smile, a polite response. She kept using one hand to stroke her chest, still unable to recover from her shock. The scene just now had been too dangerous. If Mo Xiaohe was a little later, they would have ran into Mo Xiaohe's house and become Zhaoxi City's headlines tomorrow morning.    

    

"Are you that timid?" Mo Xiaohe asked with a faint smile.    

    

Mu Qingqing rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. Who the hell did this? Who in her heart knew?    

    

"Get out." Mo Xiaohe leaned over and opened the passenger door for Mu Qingqing. He looked at her with a smile.    

    

The air was fresh, but Mu Qingqing didn't dare to move. Her legs went limp.    

    

"Dwarf, you can't possibly be unable to get down because your legs are too short, right?" Mo Xiaohe lowered his gaze and glanced at Mu Qingqing's legs. His smile gradually became deeper.    

    

"You're the one with short legs!" Mu Qingqing turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaohe's slender legs, replying snappily.    

    

Unexpectedly, that sentence made Mo Xiaohe's ears redden.    

    

He coughed lightly and was the first to open the door and get out.    

    

"Xiaohe, just find a bodyguard to drive a car in the future." Uncle Jiu said in a low voice. You don't even have a driver's license, so you have to make a fool out of yourself to ensure your own safety. "    

    

Mu Qingqing's eyes widened as she stared at Mo Xiaohe. She couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear. Why didn't she stop this child just now?    

    

"Got it, Uncle Jiu, there are congratulatory gifts in the back of the truck. Tell them to move them to the living room, and to be careful with their hands and feet." Mo Xiaohe instructed as he walked in big strides towards the side of Mu Qingqing's car.    

    

Uncle Jiu accepted the order and went to the side to get someone to help him carry the stuff.    

    

Mu Qingqing jumped down from the front seat, feeling uncomfortable under Mo Xiaohe's stare.    

    

"Let's go. I'll take you to visit my home." Mo Xiaohe took the initiative to open his mouth and stood to the side, waiting for her.    

    

"No, thank you." Mu Qingqing looked at the busy maids in the distance and frowned slightly.    

    

"You promised your dad. You're not going to go back on your word now, are you? It's not good to go back on your word. "    

    

"Mo Xiaohe." Mu Qingqing turned around and met Mo Xiaohe's teasing eyes. About that … about the matter where my mother scolded you that day, I apologize on behalf of my Mu Family. And I'm very grateful for what you've helped me with, thank you. "    

    

But I don't want to have anything to do with you.    

    

In Mu Qingqing's previous life, there was no Mo Xiaohe. She did not know what fate would be like in the future, and only hoped that those people she met would become better because of her. However, because she had taken the initiative to get involved with Xiao Huali, Xiao Huali was poisoned in the end. She did not want such a thing to happen again.    

    

She could tell that the Mo family had a good family background. People like Mo Xiaohe did not lack friends. She just wanted to keep a low profile and live a peaceful life. A little more and they would be able to find out what Su Cuiyun's purpose in doing what she did to her in her previous life was.    

    

"I apologize and thank you again." Mo Xiaohe was silent for a moment, then his low voice sounded again. But you just talk, and you don't have the slightest bit of sincerity. "Are you afraid of me?"    

    

Mo Xiaohe was a bit puzzled. Why did Mu Qingqing's expression seem to be a little depressing?    

    

"Afraid of you?" Mu Qingqing suddenly raised her head. A trace of a strange emotion appeared in her eyes, a nameless fire that even she could not describe. " "Are you kidding me? What am I afraid of?    

    

He was already twenty-six years old, and his age at rebirth was already two times his age. What was there to be afraid of?    

    

"Then you were scared by me just now?" Mo Xiaohe raised his eyebrows and looked at the blue van behind Mu Qingqing, while his eyes turned blue. You don't look like such a daredevil. "    

    

"Mo Xiaohe, don't you have friends? Can't you take your friends when you visit your home? " What's so good about visiting a big boy's house? Mu Qingqing was slightly depressed.    

    

"You don't like to visit my house. What do you want to do?" Mo Xiaohe directly ignored the word "friend" from Mu Qingqing and asked bluntly.    

    

Mu Qingqing: "…"    

    

"Didn't you come here to congratulate me on my new home?" Mo Xiaohe had his hands in his pockets. His expression was very serious, as if he was an old official.    

    

"Yes." Mu Qingqing nodded in acknowledgment. He was right, she was only here to attend the banquet.    

    

"To tell you the truth, today is not only my new home, it's also my birthday." Mo Xiaohe suddenly said this to Mu Qingqing. He didn't know what was the matter. Today, he was hoping that Mu Qingqing would accompany him to visit his room.    

    

"Birthday?" Mu Qingqing asked with suspicion. She raised her head and bumped into the endless abyss.    

    

Mo Xiaohe's black eyes could really make a girl lose her mind. Fortunately, Mu Qingqing had lived for more than twenty years and had not been completely trapped.    

    

"What a shame. This is the first time someone who hasn't had a birthday in over ten years has told a person and he still needs to be questioned." Mo Xiaohe turned around, as if he had lost all hope, leaving Mu Qingqing with an extremely sad back.    

    

After a while, Mu Qingqing slowly walked towards Mo Xiaohe's back. At this moment, her heart was in disarray.    

    

Why had he not celebrated his birthday in more than ten years? The Mo family was so rich, yet they didn't want to give him a birthday? But why did he tell himself it was because he was too lonely? There was still some other reason.    

    

"Young Master Mo, she's coming." The bodyguard behind Mo Xiaohe kept a close eye on Mu Qingqing's movements, not daring to slack off in the slightest.    

    

Mo Xiaohe smiled, turned around and stood still, waiting for Mu Qingqing to walk towards him.    

    

The fresh and elegant beige dress made Mu Qingqing's face more and more pale. Her cherry red lips and the hair scattered on her shoulders entered Mo Xiaohe's sight one by one.    

    

After so many years, the only thing that had remained unchanged was her face.    

    

"It's good that you can come." Saying that, Mo Xiaohe didn't say anything else and just brought Mu Qingqing into the room.    

    

Mu Qingqing bit her lips and felt some sympathy for Mo Xiaohe again. Was it possible that Mo Xiaohe was the same as her, one of the unloved ones in the family, so he didn't have the right to have a birthday?    

    

"Are you the only one living in this house?" Mu Qingqing and Mo Xiaohe walked side by side. He seemed to have deliberately slowed down in order to get her to follow him.    

    

"If the bodyguard and the maid are not considered human, I am indeed the only one living here." Mo Xiaohe answered seriously.    

    

Mu Qingqing was instantly speechless. Why did it feel like Mo Xiaohe had misinterpreted her words to be scolding words?