Don't Provoke Princess

Mo Xiaohe's new residence was a bit remote. It was located in the middle of a group of small hills. Its style was Mediterranean and from afar, one could vaguely see the outline of a blue-and-white castle.    

    

"It should be over there." Mu Anren said to Mu Qingqing with longing as he held the steering wheel with both of his hands.    

    

Mu Qingqing looked over and saw the word "trench".    

    

The house that she imagined was around the same size as the one in Mu Family. After all, Mo Xiaohe was only sixteen years old. Even if Uncle Mo pampered his son and set up a house, it would only be a matter of living alone.    

    

He didn't expect that the building Mu Anren said was a castle-like building. It was truly surprising.    

    

"How strange, the Mo family's manor is so big, why do they have to prepare a private villa for that kid, Xiaohe?" Mu Anren was confused and mumbled to himself.    

    

"Dad, have you never been here before?"    

    

"No. How could I have the time? " Mu Anren smiled helplessly and said, "The company's business is in such a mess. "It took a lot of effort to make today's time come to an end."    

    

White castle, blue roof, with windmill on top. Mu Qingqing chuckled. Why do I feel that people like Mo Xiaohe don't like this romantic style of building? Looking at his serious look, no matter how you looked at it, he seemed to like European style or modern style. No matter how bad he looked at it, it should be a romantic French style.    

    

"Oh right, Dad, the wedding gift we brought was an American-style combination of sofas. His house is Mediterranean style, would he refuse?" Mu Qingqing suddenly thought of this serious problem, and her expression couldn't help but become somewhat nervous. She didn't want Mu Anren to make a fool of himself in front of the Mo family, especially not by Mo Xiaohe.    

    

"It's fine. Even if you don't, you, Uncle Mo, will not mind. "I really don't want to. Next time, I'll give you another Mediterranean set." Mu Anren firmly believed. No matter how much time passed by, Mo Liming's personality was set to die. There wouldn't be much of a change in his life.    

    

"That's true, Uncle Mo should be a very reasonable person, right?" Mu Qingqing asked. In her mind, she couldn't help but remember the scene where Mo Xiaohe stood in front of the SUV with Su Cuiyun's choking voice. Although her words were a bit vicious, it didn't prevent her from thinking that he was a kind person.    

    

"You, Uncle Mo, are an impressive person. Speaking of which, it's all thanks to the Mo family's teachings. "There are a lot of things here. You'll know when we eat later." Mu Anren stopped the car some distance away from the gate. The cars at the gate were already in line. At the entrance stood a row of bodyguards.    

    

There were two roads in front of this place. One side of the car was in the process of being registered, and the other side of the car had to stop and wait.    

    

A man in a black suit reached out and stopped their car, placing several cars on the other side. Most of the people who came to the dinner were driving luxury cars, and Mu Anren's blue truck was really eye-piercing.    

    

When Mu Qingqing saw Mu Anren's helpless smile, she immediately understood the reason behind Mu Anren's bitter smile when she saw the parking lot filled with luxury cars.    

    

It turned out that they had come in a shabby way today.    

    

"Dad, are you alright …" Mu Qingqing asked in a low voice.    

    

"Little girl, when did you learn to observe the situation?" Mu Anren knew that Mu Qingqing had seen through his thoughts and could not help but feel depressed. "It's nothing, this is just a small blow. Thirty years in the river, thirty years in the river, I believe that dad will bring you a happy life in the future."    

    

"Yes, I believe you." Mu Qingqing smiled brightly with clear eyes. He was full of confidence as he spoke.    

    

Mu Anren originally only wanted his daughter to not worry, but it was Mu Qingqing who gave him confidence.    

    

It had to be said, Mu An's recent situation was not too optimistic, and the sales volume was a bit low. Mu Anren once had thoughts of selling the company, and recently, he was even looking for a way to survive.    

    

"Dad, if you have a low point in your career, please don't give up." Mu Qingqing took the initiative to reach out and grab Mu Anren's broad palm. She looked at him with determination.    

    

[That's right, I can't give up, but I really can't hold on any longer...]    

    

What Mu Qingqing read on the screen was a gray office. Mu Anren thought about the crestfallen employees in the office and the notifications of arrears one by one.    

    

Mu Anren looked at her smile in shock and didn't say anything for a while.    

    

"Dad, trust me. As long as you can hold on for a little longer, you'll definitely be fine. "The old saying goes, 'perseverance is victory'. You have served in the army before, so you can't give up so easily." "Mu Qingqing talked a lot today, but she couldn't care less about it. To give her father some encouragement was her duty as a daughter." When you feel disheartened, think more about the beginning, your first dream, your first thoughts. "Hmm?"    

    

Mu Anren's eyes were bloodshot. The days of continuous night training had almost destroyed his will. Hearing Mu Qingqing mention his initial dream, his thoughts drifted to the winter when Mu Qingqing was one year old.    

    

Amongst the three Mu Family Brothers, Liu Tie was the oldest, Mu Ankang was ranked second, and the youngest was Mu Antai.    

    

At that time, he was the first of the three brothers to marry. He had already married his wife and had a daughter, Mu Qingqing, but the family was extremely dissatisfied with his marriage. Because his wife was born into an extremely poor family, and because her background was in stark contrast to the clan in Mu Family, the family was very dissatisfied with their daughter-in-law who did not contribute any benefits.    

    

That winter, snow had sealed off the mountain. At the old tutor's urging, he and the old tutor had had a huge argument. Later on, he decided to leave home with his wife and daughter. With the money Mu Ankang gave him secretly in his pocket, he brought his wife and daughter out of the Mu Family gate overnight.    

    

That night, he hugged his beautiful wife and young child in the desolate snow. He swore to the heavens that he would make a piece of his own sky, and make furniture that was even better than his Mu Family!    

    

"Mu Anren!" Haha! It's really you! " The sudden greeting interrupted Mu Anren's memories.    

    

However, Mu Qingqing saw clearly that the woman's face in Mu Anren's memory was Su Cuiyun.    

    

This discovery made her mood suddenly turn unsightly.    

    

"Cooker!" It's you? " Mu Anren asked uncertainly.    

    

"Salute!" The person called the cook was wearing a proper pink shirt. He stood straight outside the door and respectfully saluted Mu Anren.    

    

Mu Anren turned off the engine, opened the car door and got out.    

    

"Return the greeting!" Another standard military salute was sent back.    

    

"Alright, alright. This is already the past. It's inappropriate to salute now." Mu Anren joked with his old comrade.    

    

"Ya, I saw your car being stopped here for a long time. What happened?" Even if they did, they should have done the same.    

    

"Nothing, just wait there. There are a lot of cars over there." Mu Anren smiled and shook his head. What puzzled Mu Anren even more was that Mo Liming said that only a few people would come together yesterday. However, looking at how there were so many cars lining up outside the door, it didn't seem like a sign of a gathering.    

    

The Old Devil (Mo Liming) said that only a few of his old comrades would gather here today. Who would have known that Xiaohe, that brat, would have been followed by reporters, and his new address was leaked, the reports flooded with Zhaoxi City, and people constantly called him to ask how long he would be able to fire (after his new residence was completed, the first time he cooked at home, it was called shooting). The chef patiently explained to Mu Anren.    

    

"So that's how it is." Mu Anren couldn't help but take a glance at the long line and thought that it was better to leave after delivering the furniture.    

    

Not far away, a man wearing black sunglasses and a plain white shirt and dark blue pants strode out of the door with large strides. The bodyguards crowded around him and surrounded him.    

    

Mu Qingqing's eyes were pierced by a ray of light and she raised her hand to block the incoming attack.    

    

Through the gaps between her fingers, she vaguely saw a man looking at her with his sunglasses off at a short distance away — — Mo Xiaohe.    

    

She also saw the childish behavior of a child deliberately shaking her eyes with a glowing object.    

    

"So childish, a dignified master of a castle actually used such a lowly method to attract my attention." Mu Qingqing pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. What she didn't know was that Mo Xiaohe could read lips!    

    

"Childish? Low? "Heh!" Mo Xiaohe chuckled and walked towards the blue truck.    

    

"Hello, Uncle Mu, Uncle Chen." Mo Xiaohe politely greeted Mu Anren and Chen Xiaobin. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Mu Qingqing sitting on the truck.    

    

"Xiaohe, congratulations on your new success." Mu Anren was delighted.    

    

"Thank you, Uncle Mu, for your congratulations." Uncles, it's hot outside, you guys can go in first. My dad has been waiting for you inside for a long time. " "Mo Xiaohe courteously invited Mu Anren and Chen Qiao Bin inside." "Just leave the keys to the car to the bodyguards. I'll let them drive the car in and park it."    

    

"Sure, there's a congratulatory gift for you in the cargo bay. Xiaohe should have someone move it." Mu Anren stopped procrastinating and handed the car keys to the bodyguard at Mo Xiaohe's side. He then turned to Mu Qingqing and said, "Qingqing, can you get out?"    

    

"Uncle Mu, don't worry. You've all been old comrades for more than ten years. It's not convenient to bring her in, so I'll take her to the house to take a look." Mo Xiaohe pursed his lips and said in a sensible manner.    

    

"Then Qing Qing, remember to go for lunch later. Come look for me after you're done with the tour." Mu Anren wanted to say something, but Chen Qiao Bin pulled him inside.    

    

"Don't worry, Uncle Mu. I'll take her to lunch later." Mo Xiaohe replied with a face full of smiles.    

    

Mu Qingqing looked at Mu Anren, who was forcefully dragged away by Chen Qiao Bin, and felt a sense of nervousness in her heart.