Don't Provoke Princess

Mo Xiaohe turned around and looked at Mu Qingqing's tearful eyes. He then looked at her small body. She looked to be only 13 or 14 years old. If she was really in love with Mu Qingqing, then what would he be like?    

Abduction of underage girls?    

"Shorty, how old are you?" Mo Xiaohe asked her with a faint smile.    

"Fourteen." Mu Qingqing resolutely answered his question. However, her eyes were wary as she stared at Su Cuiyun's movements.    

"Too small." Mo Xiaohe shook his head and turned around to look at Su Cuiyun with a big smile.    

"Auntie, you're thinking too much. I'm not interested in underage girls." Mo Xiaohe shook his head. Besides, Mu Qingqing was too short and was about the same age as his cousin. How could he bear to make a move? Although he was not yet an adult, he felt that he was a very mature man.    

Su Cuiyun's face was ugly, and she did not get the answer she wanted.    

"Little brat, if you don't know her, why did you give her some support?" Su Cuiyun snorted and said snappily. In this world, there was no such thing as hatred or love for no reason. What ability did Mu Qingqing have to make this little brat stand up for her? Isn't it just an improper relationship!    

"Little bitch, why aren't you coming over?" Su Cuiyun roared at Mu Qingqing. She was too lazy to say anything to this brat anymore.    

"I say, Auntie, your daughter is pretty cute too, why are you so vicious?" As long as Mo Xiaohe lowered his head, he would be able to see the eye-catching scarlet wounds on the back of Mu Qingqing's delicate hand. Isn't he being too cruel?    

"My daughter, it has nothing to do with you!" Su Cuiyun flew into a rage and headed straight for Mu Qingqing. Since she didn't want to come, she would personally go and receive him.    

Mu Qingqing grabbed the cotton and hid behind Mo Xiaohe.    

"You're not my mother! My mother is not as heartless as you. My mom won't hit me! " Mu Qingqing curled up on Mo Xiaohe's body without a care. She was really afraid of the feeling of being beaten up. Su Cuiyun's rage for no reason could make her sit restlessly for days. The fear of being dominated welled up in her heart again. Since Mu Qingqing had no other savior to move around, she could only hold on to Mo Xiaohe's clothes and refused to let go.    

A wave of warmth grabbed her left hand. Mu Qingqing raised her head and looked at Mo Xiaohe.    

He was so tall that he had to look up to see what he looked like.    

"What are you afraid of? Even if I don't have any relationship with you, I will still help you." Mo Xiaohe patted her head with his other hand and smirked.    

At that moment, Mu Qingqing didn't push him away, nor did she dislike his actions.    

"People of our Mo family were born to meddle in other people's business. I am determined to meddle in your business." Mo Xiaohe turned his head to look at Su Cuiyun, who was wearing a black dress. However, the smile she had on her face earlier was gone, replaced by a cold expression.    

The Mo family? Hearing Mo Xiaohe's words, Mu Qingqing had a vague impression that it came from a large family clan …    

"The Mo family?" Su Cuiyun looked at Mo Xiaohe in confusion and stopped what she was doing.    

It shouldn't be the Mo family she was thinking about! This little brat, who knows where he came from!    

"That's right, the Mo family from Zhaoxi City." Mo Xiaohe answered coldly.    

Su Cuiyun's face turned slightly pale.    

The Mo family?    

Mu Anren often mentioned that in the Zhaoxi City, you must never provoke the people from the Mo Family!    

That was a family that was several times more powerful than their Mu Family.    

A stiff smile hung on Su Cuiyun's face. She thought, It shouldn't be such a coincidence …    

"Mu Qingqing, what's your father's name?" Mo Xiaohe asked in a low voice.    

"Mu Anren." Mu Qingqing answered honestly.    

"It seems like I did not find the wrong person. You should be Uncle Mu's daughter." Mo Xiaohe smiled as if he had found a treasure.    

The leather belt in Su Cuiyun's hand fell to the ground as she froze on the spot.    

The Mo family!    

It was the Mo family Mu Anren often mentioned, the one that warned her repeatedly not to offend.    

Amongst the upper echelons of the Zhaoxi City, who didn't know of the Mo family!    

The master of all business, who walked unhindered on the Zhaoxi City …    

"Auntie, you can't be Auntie Su, right?" Mo Xiaohe glanced at Su Cuiyun. The displeasure in his eyes was obvious.    

Mu Qingqing raised her head and looked at Mo Xiaohe. She didn't remember Mo Xiaohe being by her side in her previous life. Could it be that something was changing after his rebirth? Also, he was holding her hand and she couldn't even read his thoughts. Could it be that this can only be displayed under certain conditions?    

"So it's Xiaohe." Su Cuiyun laughed stiffly, "Anren said that a guest would come to Mu Family. I didn't expect it to be you.    

Su Cuiyun's sudden change in attitude made Mo Xiaohe even more disgusted.    

"Xiaohe? Wasn't he a wild man? Not a little brat anymore? " Mo Xiaohe was only 16 or 17 years old, but when he said that, it was with killing intent.    

"Xiao …" A slightly hoarse voice called out one word, then changed it.    

"Young Master Mo!"    

Mu Qingqing turned around and saw a thirty year old fat man in a suit and tie rushing towards Mo Xiaohe.    

Mu Qingqing shook her hand and struggled out of Mo Xiaohe's.    

She did not want to be known for her debauchery.    

"Uncle Jiu, we've found the right place. I think we've found the wrong person." Mo Xiaohe turned his head and spoke to the sweating man beside him. His eyes were as cold as if he wanted to eat someone.    

Mu Qingqing was stunned. He was talking about her?    

"What?"    

Uncle Jiu looked at his own family's Young Master Mo with a confused expression. He had just used the toilet in a house far away, why didn't he understand what his family's Young Master Mo was saying when he came back?    

"My dad told me to come send the wine. Uncle Mu isn't home, but this Auntie Su called me a wild man and also called me a little brat." Uncle Jiu, I think we should go. " Mo Xiaohe strode toward the front passenger seat.    

Uncle Jiu looked at Su Cuiyun, who was wearing a black dress, and then looked at Mu Qingqing, who was still leaning on the hood of the car.    

"Oh, okay." His young master would do whatever he said.    

Mo Xiaohe took two steps back and reached out his hand towards Mu Qingqing.    

"Although Uncle Mu's family doesn't welcome me, I think his company still welcomes me." The expression on Mo Xiaohe's face softened a lot. The young girl in front of him was clearly a weak person.    

Mo Xiaohe guessed that Su Cuiyun was probably her stepmother. If she was left here by herself, she might get beaten up again.    

Mu Qingqing didn't put her hand on his, but walked to the back seat, opened the door and got in.    

Ah, this woman's face is so different. It's even more complicated than the sky in June!    

Just a moment ago, she was still holding onto his clothes and not letting him go. Now, she didn't need anyone, so she ignored him again. Heh, a woman!