191: C191 He also Felt Pain

C191 He also Felt Pain

The corner of Mu Qingqing's mouth twitched, and her skin started to hurt as well. He was pointing at the scar that hurt the most on his face. Mu Qingqing pretended to complain, "Yes, I'm in so much pain. Why don't you get up earlier?"

Mo Xiaoyun mumbled and felt guilty. "Sorry master, sorry …"

He still didn't have enough energy, so he couldn't get up and make medicine for Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing stretched out her hand to smooth Mo Xiaoyun's frown, "There's nothing for you to do to let me down. The most important thing for you to do now is to get well as soon as possible." The wound on my face doesn't hurt much, so you don't have to feel guilty. "

"Master, he's in pain too." Mo Xiaoyun pointed at his chest area and frowned deeply on his young face.

"Which him?" Mu Qingqing couldn't react for a moment, so she asked in confusion.

"Mo Xiaohe."

"His injury is many times more painful than yours." Seeing that she was silent, Mo Xiaoyun added.

"How do you know if it hurts?" Mu Qingqing immediately thought of this question. Didn't they say that only by signing a master-slave contract would one be able to sense the pain of the other party?

"Blood... I signed it when I gave him the blood. " Mu Qingqing could not bear to see the weak intermittent voice.

So Mo Xiaohe's injury hadn't completely healed yet. Then why was he running around all day as a patient?

Mu Qingqing replied calmly, "Got it."

"Go to sleep."

Mo Xiaoyun closed his eyes obediently. It seemed that his complexion was redder than a few days ago. Only then did Mu Qingqing feel slightly relieved.

Listening to Mu Anren's strong suggestion, the next morning, Mu Qingqing woke up and started to cook noodles downstairs.

"Dad, good morning." Mu Qingqing said towards Mu Anren's direction. She was still stirring the noodles in the pot with the chopsticks in her hand. Her actions were a bit mechanical.

Mu Anren didn't pay much attention to her listless look.

"Qingqing, rest well at home today. When your injury is completely healed, daddy will drive you to school." Mu Anren comforted her.

It was impossible to wait for him to send her to school. Mu Qingqing knew how busy he was with his work.

"Yes." Even though she already knew the result, Mu Qingqing still agreed with him.

Mu Anren put on his tie and prepared to leave.

"Dad, let's go eat some noodles." Mu Qingqing had already scooped up a bowl of steaming hot noodles, but it was rather light and had no other side dishes.

Mu Anren turned around and looked at her, "Sure."

Only the slurping sound of the father and daughter eating noodles was left on the table. Mu Anren ate fast and loudly while Mu Qingqing nibbled on the noodles, occasionally removing the gauze wrapped around her face to prevent it from getting dirty by the soup.

"Dad, eat slowly. The stomach is in too much of a hurry to eat. " Mu Qingqing reminded him with good intentions.

"I'm in a hurry. I have to go draw up the contract later." Mu Anren shook his head. He was listening, but he couldn't do it.

Mu Qingqing stirred the noodles in her bowl and felt sorry for Mu Anren. "Dad, don't work too hard for this family. Your body is more valuable than those contracts."

Mu Anren stopped his chopsticks and looked at Mu Qingqing in shock. Following which, he smiled and shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Daddy is satisfied with your words." Mu Anren sighed with emotion as he said this. He then ate the noodles in big mouthfuls with sweat beading on his forehead. However, his expression was one of joy and happiness.

After eating the noodles, Mu Anren walked out of the restaurant with his briefcase in his hand. Joy was written all over his face.

Today was a sunny day, so Mu Qingqing felt slightly comforted. She waited for Mu Anren to leave the house before she rushed to Mo Xiaoyun's room and carried him towards the rooftop.

When Mo Xiaoyun absorbed the heat, Mu Qingqing did not stay idle either. She picked up a letter and was not satisfied with her delicate handwriting. She wanted to write something in a different font.

In the sunlight, she held the pen of the Hero, tracing the italics on a thin sheet of paper that was as thin as a cicada's wing. The girl held the pen in her hand and the corners of her lips curled up. From time to time, she would raise her head to look into the distance and relax her gaze.

Mu Qingqing thought it was a funeral somewhere in the distance, but she didn't pay much attention to it. However, not long after, she heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of Sister Kang's crying.

Mu Qingqing immediately closed her eyes and looked outside the door, shocked.

A dozen people, holding flower wreaths and coffins, walked majestically towards her front door.

The door to the balcony was pushed open in a hurry, and Aunt Qiong ran upstairs in her pajamas.

"Qingqing, what do you think happened? How are these people coming to us in the broad daylight? " Aunt Qiong didn't understand. The funeral wasn't clean, so why were there people carrying coffins towards Mu Qingqing's home in the middle of the day?

"Ignore them, there's probably something wrong with them." Mu Qingqing closed the pen case, her gaze slightly gloomy.

It was one thing for Sister Kang to be so calculative, but now she was planning on being a shrew.

Mu Qingqing knew what was going on. She patted her Socrates' dress and stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking at the group of people dressed in filial piety.

"It's them. They locked me up in the police station all day, so I didn't have time to save my doll. "My poor child …" As she spoke, Sister Kang began to sob.

When the people who came with her saw her crying like this, their hearts softened a little and they patted her back to persuade her kindly.

"Sister Kang, it's best if you don't have to lament over the fact that you can't come back to life."

Those around her age were all quite sympathetic towards her. The pain of losing a child was indeed something an ordinary person couldn't endure.

"I want her to compensate my child!" Sister Kang glared hatefully at the villa as she spat out those words with gritted teeth.

The door of the villa was tightly shut. Sister Kang's men had all the tools ready, including the drapes, silk flowers, and incense burners for the mourning hall. Sister Kang knelt outside the villa's entrance, wiping away her tears. Those who had accompanied her to help had already set up the mourning hall on both sides of the gate with ladders.

"Hey hey hey!" What are you doing? " Aunt Qiong couldn't sit still any longer. She hurried downstairs and yelled at them.

Sister Kang raised her head and saw Aunt Qiong. Seeing that she was about the same age as herself and also wearing an apron, she knew that this was a servant hired by Mu Qingqingxin.

"Sis, you're the new nanny, right?" Sister Kang sobbed as she asked Aunt Qiong. From time to time, she would stare at Aunt Qiong's clothes.

"Ah!" Aunt Qiong let out an "ah" sound and wanted to urge them not to come to this place.

"Sis, don't be like this. This family is so stingy that they sent me to the police station for a small matter. They delayed my return home and killed my child!" As Sister Kang spoke, she knelt forward and pounded on the villa's metal door with a heartbroken expression.

Hearing this, Aunt Qiong couldn't help but shake her head in her heart. After being babysitters in Mu Family for so many years, they weren't stingy at all. Mu Qingqing treated her as a relative of hers, a nanny that she had hired. She had probably found the wrong person for the words of this woman she didn't know.

"Girl, look, did you find the wrong place? I've been in her house for more than 10 years and I've never seen them being stingy. There were no other nannies in the house, just me. " Since it was a funeral, Aunt Qiong didn't want to disturb the soul in the coffin. She tried to speak slowly and persuade him kindly.

When Sister Kang heard this, she looked at the house in a daze. That's right, this was the place! She had been here once before, and she clearly remembered that this was the place.

"Is their family surname Mu?" Sister Kang raised her head and asked Aunt Qiong.

Aunt Qiong nodded slowly.

"It's here, it's her house." Sister Kang was now certain that this was Mu Qingqing's home.

"You must have found the wrong place. They aren't people like that." Aunt Qiong waved her hand resolutely. She understood Mu Anren and Mu Qingqing very well. They were definitely not stingy people.

"I won't tell you. Let her come out and let her see my daughter! Let her see how my daughter has been hurt by her! " Sister Kang said in a voice filled with grief and grief.0

"Sister Kang, calm down." The woman holding the wreath comforted her.

Seeing that she was so stubborn, Aunt Qiong insisted on finding someone with the surname Mu. Right now, Mu Qingqing was the only one left at home with the surname Mu.

"Fellow villagers, I beg of you to help me. My daughter died such an unjust death, so miserably!" Sister Kang cried as she leaned forward.

"Sister Kang, don't worry. We will definitely help you get back your justice!" The person accompanying them said indignantly.

Thus, everyone started to arrange the mourning hall.

"Stop, stop!" Aunt Qiong shouted anxiously to the people hanging curtains at both sides of the door.

In front of the window on the second floor, Mu Qingqing watched the entire scene. She saw Aunt Qiong defending herself, and as her master, she could no longer stay out of it.

She had thought that everything would be fine if Sister Kang set up a mourning hall in front of her house and called the police. She didn't mind the bad news. She believed in science.

"Sister Kang?" Mu Qingqing wore an academy style dress, and her entire head was wrapped in a mummy shape. No one who was not familiar with her would be able to recognize her.

"You, who are you?" Sister Kang raised her head and was shocked to see a woman covered in gauze when her name was called out by the person in front of her.

"Hehe, you don't recognize me after just a few days?" Mu Qingqing smiled mockingly and pulled Aunt Qiong behind her.

"It's you!" Only then did Sister Kang realize that the owner of the voice was Mu Qingqing.

"You compensate my daughter!" Sister Kang crawled up from the ground and rushed to the door of the iron fence. She squeezed her body to reach inside, wishing she could hold Mu Qingqing in her hands.

Luckily, Mu Qingqing was able to take precautions and pulled Aunt Qiong to a spot about two meters away from the door.

"What compensation for your daughter?" Mu Qingqing's voice was filled with confusion.

"It's her! She's the one who killed my daughter! " Sister Kang said fiercely to the people behind her.

"Sister Kang, even if you are trying to pester me, you should at least have a certain level of tolerance. What do you mean by 'I killed your daughter'? You have to rely on your conscience to speak. I don't even know your daughter's name, how can I harm you? "Where?" Mu Qingqing spoke in a neither light nor heavy tone, but her heart had already become somewhat cold.

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