Don't Provoke Princess

Having successfully changed her choice, Mu Qingqing felt a little happy. In order to avoid suspicion, Mu Qingqing listened carefully in class. He made up his mind that he would be more careful in the future and that he would never do something as perfect as finishing a paper again.    

    

Since it was Friday, the students in the class who lived far away had to walk for a long distance, so they had to leave early at three in the afternoon.    

    

Mu Qingqing followed the large group of students towards the school gate. She knew that they might not be able to escape tonight's beatings.    

    

According to Su Cuiyun's personality, the anger she had held back in the morning would rise to a whole new level in the evening. If it weren't for the fact that this place was a school and she, Su Cuiyun, still wanted to slap her face, she probably wouldn't have been able to escape a beating even at school.    

    

Mu Qingqing raised her head and looked at the blue sky, but her heart was no longer as heavy as it was in her previous life. She had already thought about it. Even if she couldn't escape a beating, she should have made Su Cuiyun pay an equal price!    

    

When they were about a hundred meters away from home, Mu Qingqing stopped and focused her attention on the movement of the Mu Family villa.    

    

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy.    

    

The crisp sound of a porcelain bowl and a spoon clashing together could be clearly heard.    

    

"Darling, drink some more." It was Su Cuiyun's voice. When she felt sorry for Mu Xiaoyou, she would often call her a hidden treasure. But when facing Mu Qingqing, he would often shout out her surname, and sometimes he would even call her a jinx or a slut. In her previous life, when Su Cuiyun had treated her differently, Mu Qingqing had thought that it was only because her sister was weaker than herself that she needed more care and care.    

    

However, Mu Qingqing now recognized the truth. Su Cuiyun's attitude towards Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen had clearly made her feel that she had picked them up from the outside. However, when Mu Qingqing looked at herself in the mirror, she became even more confused. This face that looked very similar to Su Cuiyun's, was it really not her mother's own face?    

    

"Mom, I'm not drinking anymore." Mu Xiaoyou muttered in a weak voice.    

    

Mu Qingqing was startled. Did Mu Xiaoyou not go to school today? Even drinking Chinese medicine at home?    

    

This...    

    

"Alright, alright, alright. I don't want to drink anymore. Sleep for a while. "Your sister will cook for you when she comes back later." Then, Su Cuiyun put down the bowl.    

    

"Mom, I won't eat her cooking! The food was terrible. Couldn't he get her out? She's made me look like this today. " Mu Xiaoyou's dissatisfied voice sent another chill down Mu Qingqing's spine. Were these words that were normally said obediently in front of her like a grandson?    

    

"One day she will be thrown out, but not now. "Sigh …" Su Cuiyun patted Mu Xiaoyou's forehead and said, "You know what. Dad and Mom became like that yesterday. If anything happens, it's hard to say if Mom won't get a divorce."    

    

"Mom, our family is out of money again. Why are we still staying here?" Mu Xiaoyou said resentfully, "The servants in the house are gone, and the bodyguards have left as well. We have to walk to school ourselves. Why would we keep such a family?"    

    

"You You, it's all your fault, Mom. It's all your fault, Mom." When Mom finds the right opportunity, she'll take you out of here. " Su Cuiyun seemed to be sitting on the mattress in Mu Xiaoyou's room. Mu Qingqing heard the metallic sound of a spring.    

    

A suitable opportunity? Mu Qingqing sneered. She was afraid that she would kick her father when she found a man richer than her father, Mu Anren. If it really was like this, then she, Mu Qingqing, would really go with the flow and help out Su Cuiyun!    

    

But, why would mother and sister want to leave the Mu Family? It sounded like the two of them were the only ones leaving. What about Mu Qingqing and Mu Yichen?    

    

"I don't have any money at home, do you know what my classmates think of me? Said my clothes were picked up on the street. Mom, I haven't bought any new clothes in a long time … " Mu Xiaoyou complained to Su Cuiyun in an aggrieved manner.    

    

"Alright, darling, stop talking. You should study properly. Your sister filled in three high schools, and if you don't get into it, Mom's face will lose its color. "If you do better than her, mom will definitely reward you well." When Su Cuiyun thought of the incident that had prevented Mu Qingqing from filling in the bill, she felt as if a fire was ignited in her stomach.    

    

"Mom, she usually does too little. Arrange more things for her to do, so she won't have time to read and study." Mu Xiaoyou's tone sounded exceptionally excited, as if she had found some peerless secret recipe.    

    

Hehe. Her good sister, her good mother! If she didn't have the time to study, she wouldn't be able to get into the third level high school. This was a really good idea!    

    

Mu Qingqing wanted to continue listening, but a powerful arm suddenly grabbed her shoulder. It scared her to the point that her soul almost left her body.    

    

With lingering fear, she turned around and saw the face of an unfamiliar youth.    

    

Looking into a pair of ink-black eyes, he was unable to see through to the end. Her sword-like eyebrows were slanted, and her nose was pointed. Her thin lips were extremely sexy, but the outline of her face seemed to have been carved out. Although he had a crew cut, he was no worse than those tiny pieces of fresh meat with all kinds of hairstyles. The gray t-shirt was very close-fitting, and one could see the faint muscles, which made it seem even more attractive.    

    

Mu Qingqing admitted that the young man standing in front of her was indeed handsome.    

    

It was like she owed him his life. She glared at him as if she wanted to use her eyes to kill him a thousand times over.    

    

On this road full of peach trees, plum trees and roses, under the blue sky and white clouds and the sun, Mu Qingqing held the book and leaned over to look at the boy with a crew cut who was one head taller than her.    

    

Although this man was very handsome, Mu Qingqing had not fallen to such a state where she could not help but indulge in beauty.    

    

However, what was going on?    

    

It must be because her reaction was too slow that she couldn't shift her gaze or her feet!    

    

"Dwarf, you're using my phone number." The cold-looking young man in front of him said these words in an arrogant and slow manner.    

    

"Huh?" Mu Qingqing came back to her senses and lowered her head to look at her feet.    

    

"Ugh …" A piece of white paper was stained with dirt and became dirty. However, a number 8 in Arabic did appear on the piece of paper beneath her feet.    

    

"Still not letting go?" The teenager with a cold temperament helplessly squatted down and nervously stared at the slip of paper at Mu Qingqing's feet.    

    

Mu Qingqing paused for a moment and then did something that even she felt made her face flustered.    

    

She —    

    

He jumped to the side, next to a bush of roses. Then he lost his balance and leaned back.