139: C139 Cut Hair

C139 Cut Hair

Aunt Qiong hurried forward and held Su Cuiyun's hand, preventing her from hitting Mu Qingqing.

"Lady Boss, don't hit her. Don't hit her." Aunt Qiong was truly exhausted. The reason why Su Cuiyun got angry was not because Mu Qingqing did something wrong, but because she was venting her dissatisfaction.

"Let go, I'm teaching my child, what's the matter with you? Get lost! " Su Cuiyun was furious. In her heart, Aunt Qiong was an outsider through and through. An outsider would always interfere in the matters of her family. This made Su Cuiyun's anger skyrocket. She directly picked up the phone, ignoring Aunt Qiong's words of consolation.

When the call connected, Su Cuiyun heard Mu Anren's voice and immediately became gentle.

"Anren, it's not that I have to disturb you at this time, it's so clear …" Su Cuiyun looked at Yang Haochi, who was fiddling with something on the dining table, and felt more confident now.

"What is it?" What happened to Qing Qing? " Mu Anren suddenly stood up while he was sitting on the boss's chair. His heart skipped a beat. "Did Qing Qing commit suicide just because she knew the truth?" He couldn't help but become anxious.

"Nothing big happened to her either. She just brought a man home …" Su Cuiyun dragged her last words, deliberately leaving Mu Anren some space to daydream.

Mu Anren was slightly relieved, "It's her classmate?"

Mu Qingqing's personality had always been very obedient. Mu Anren would never have thought that she was someone Mu Qingqing brought back for him to fall in love with.

"I brought him home for lunch. It's just this guy." Su Cuiyun rolled her eyes at Yang Haochi. He looked to be a few years older than Mu Qingqing.

"What's so surprising about lunch?" Mu Anren was really convinced by Su Cuiyun. It was normal for Mu Qingqing to bring a classmate home for lunch. He really wished that Mu Qingqing could be a bit more outgoing.

Su Cuiyun was convinced by Mu Anren. Since the topic had already come to this point, why didn't she use her brain to think of what she wanted to say?

Mu Qingqing's eyes caught sight of a pair of sharp scissors at the drawer where the phone was placed. While Su Cuiyun was distracted with her call, she took the opportunity to pick up the scissors from the drawer with one hand.

Alright, since Su Cuiyun is going to be heartless, then she will play a big game and let her know that from now on, she will be a character that Su Cuiyun cannot afford to offend!

Before Su Cuiyun could react, she heard Aunt Qiong's screams.

Panicking, she loosened her grip on Mu Qingqing's hair a little.

Unexpectedly, a cut of hair appeared in her hand as soon as she let go. With half of her hair missing, Su Cuiyun looked up to see Mu Qingqing staring at her with a pained expression.

"Dad, come back quickly, she framed me!" Mu Qingqing's scalp loosened and she quickly threw away the scissors.

Four fifths of Mu Qingqing's waist-long hair had been cut off by the scissors, and her head felt much lighter. However, when she glanced at herself in the mirror, she felt that this sacrifice was a little too much.

Su Cuiyun was dumbfounded. She had grabbed onto Mu Qingqing's hair to see how much she was in pain, not to let Mu Qingqing cut off her hair.

It's over. If Mu Anren really came back and saw Mu Qingqing's soft hair damaged by her, would she still have a good life?

Su Cuiyun took a step back. She didn't have enough time to react to what had happened. Furthermore, everyone had their witness and there was no chance for her to bite back at Mu Qingqing.

In the stiff atmosphere, only Yang Haochi pressed down on the shutter button.

On the other end of the phone, Mu Anren also hung up. Sensing that the atmosphere at home wasn't right, he quickly went downstairs to drive.

"You …" Su Cuiyun put down the phone and felt a chill down her spine. Just now, Mu Qingqing was holding a pair of scissors in her hand. If she were to point the scissors at someone, wouldn't she be finished?

Mu Qingqing stared at Su Cuiyun with a terrified expression. One of her hands was still covering her head, but it really hurt.

"You heartless thing, why are you cutting your hair?" Su Cuiyun reacted by swearing loudly. She didn't want any charity image anymore.

"I'm in pain." Mu Qingqing looked at her with a wronged expression and rubbed her scalp from time to time. Aunt Qiong and Yang Haochi had both seen how much effort Su Cuiyun put in, so she didn't have to explain too much.

"If you bring a wild man home yourself, I'll pull your hair until it's light. See how your dad will deal with you when he gets back! " Su Cuiyun glared fiercely at Mu Qingqing, wishing that Mu Anren could beat her to death.

"No, listen to me." Seeing Yang Haochi open his mouth to explain, Mu Qingqing immediately grabbed Su Cuiyun's hand and knelt down. I didn't, not like you think. "

"These words, you can keep them for your father to explain." Su Cuiyun let out a cold laugh. She was sure that Yang Haochi was Mu Qingqing's long-time lover. She would not stop Mu Qingqing from talking.

After she finished speaking, she ignored Mu Qingqing and looked at the sharp scissors on the ground in fear. Then, she went upstairs to change her clothes. She had originally planned to play mahjong outside, but now that Mu Anren was coming back, of course she had to pretend to be a good mother.

In the living room, Yang Haochi looked at the time. It was getting late, if he didn't leave now, he wouldn't be able to catch the bus. However, looking at Mu Qingqing's pained expression as she picked up her hair, he hesitated again.

It was obvious that Mu Qingqing didn't want him to explain anything to her mother, so he had to stay silent.

It seemed that her father would specially make a trip home for this matter. Yang Haochi hesitated.

"Qingqing, your hair is so long. It's such a pity to cut it off." Aunt Qiong gathered her hair into a pile for her and said with a pained expression.

"It doesn't hurt. It will grow up in the future." Even though she wanted to play a big game, Su Cuiyun still thought that she was the same Mu Qingqing who let her knead her butt in a circle. Today, she wanted to see how Su Cuiyun would play it in front of Mu Anren.

After picking up her hair, Mu Qingqing walked towards Yang Haochi with a cold expression.

"Journalist Yang, my mom has already called my dad. He will be back soon. If I don't explain this clearly, I might be sleeping on the street tonight. "So, please, help me explain." Mu Qingqing's tone was very sincere.

Evicted from his home? Is it that serious? Yang Haochi's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and looked upstairs, and he couldn't help but be full of doubts.

"Just now, you didn't let me explain." Yang Haochi was stupefied. This family seemed to be a little messy. Mu Qingqing's mother was very fierce, so what about her father?

What if he didn't try to reason with him and just beat him up …

"Whatever you explain, she won't listen." The more he described, the darker it got. He might as well not explain and let her misunderstand.

After thinking for a while, Yang Haochi nodded his head. If her father was even more unreasonable, he could protect Mu Qingqing as a man and save the beauty as a hero.

Aunt Qiong shook her head. She didn't know why Mu Qingqing would have to suffer so much to have such a mother.

Not long after that, Mu Anren returned home in a hurry. The first thing he saw when he returned was Mu Qingqing with short hair that was as short as a dog's.

"What's going on?" Before he left, he even saw his own daughter with long, beautiful hair missing so many hairs when she returned. Mu Anren's heart clenched tightly as he realized the severity of this matter.

Since ancient times, China has always had a saying, called body skin, received by the parents. A person who could dispose of a person's hair, in addition to her own wishes, could be her mother, her father, or a barber. But it must not be against her will.

"Who cut it?" Mu Anren scanned the room. Indeed, there was a handful of hair on the table. It was long and messy.

"It's me." Mu Qingqing stood up with a dejected expression, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

Su Cuiyun heard the sound of the car's engine and got out of the car after changing. She had a bit of anger on her face.

"Oh, Anren, look at her, what she's like, a teenage boy, making her hair look like this for a boy." Su Cuiyun shook her head repeatedly. She threw the blame towards Yang Haochi.

Mu Anren's eyes turned cold as his gaze fell on Yang Haochi, who was sitting on the side and fiddling with his camera. This boy was wearing a simple casual jacket and had a green face.

However, he had to communicate with his daughter about the issue of early love. As a parent, he had neglected his duty.

Before he could take the initiative to ask Mu Qingqing, Yang Haochi walked over.

"Hello, Mr. Mu. "I'm Yang Haochi, a reporter from A City's Metropolis Newspaper." Yang Haochi stood in front of Mu Anren and greeted him politely.

"Remember …" A reporter? " Su Cuiyun's face instantly turned pale. What? Isn't she Mu Qingqing's sweetheart?

Mu Anren's face turned green. Yang Haochi was a reporter, and Su Cuiyun was pouring dirty water on Mu Qingqing!

"You say that you're a reporter, but what evidence do you have? How can you be a reporter!?" Su Cuiyun walked towards Yang Haochi and impulsively took the camera from him. She suddenly realized that the photos of Mu Qingqing cutting her hair must have been all of them.

After a moment of hesitation, he was still a step too late. Yang Haochi passed the camera to Mu Anren and sidestepped Su Cuiyun's hand.

"Stop!" Mu Anren reprimanded her. Su Cuiyun was becoming more and more arrogant. She dared to attack a reporter. Why didn't he see the violent side of Su Cuiyun before?1

Su Cuiyun threw herself onto the table where the phone was placed. She was in an extremely sorry state. It's over. It's all over.

One by one, the unsightly photos slid in front of Mu Anren's eyes. From Su Cuiyun grabbing Mu Qingqing's hair to Mu Qingqing cutting her hair, the colorful photos clearly recorded what had happened. No one needed an explanation.

Yang Haochi walked in front of Mu Anren. He knew that Mu Anren had finished looking at the photo and was ready to take back the camera.

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