394: C394 Fairy Routine

C394 Fairy Routine

Mu Qingqing's back was completely wet, and it was hard to tell if it was rain or sweat.

"We're still missing thirty." Mo Xiaohe said coldly.

Mu Qingqing's hands were trembling as she supported herself on the ground. Thunder rumbled in her ears. She gritted her teeth and persevered.

"The purpose of training your body is good. If you want to use this knowledge to go avenge yourself, then that's wrong." Mo Xiaohe squatted in front of her and saw through her thoughts.

Her heart was filled with resentment, which was why she was so determined to persevere. Her mind was too heavy.

"The world slanders me, slanders me, bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, underestimates me, hates me, and deceives me. Endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, tolerate him, respect him, ignore him. In a few more years, you can look at him again. I'm giving this to you, so think about it. Don't lose yourself for revenge. " Mo Xiaohe stood in front of her. His slightly plump face was no longer as serious as before, and his tone was still as arrogant as before.

"Mu Qingqing stood up and looked at him angrily." Shut up, I'm older than you, don't I understand these words better than you? Why did he make himself sound like a reasonable monk? If someone were to swing a forty meter long blade at you, would you tolerate him, let him, let him, avoid him, tolerate him, respect him, ignore him? Then, you will be long dead! "

There was a mocking smile in Mo Xiaohe's eyes. She was actually a bit more impetuous than before, but her appearance was pretty cute. Restraining his smile, he replied, "I will leap over that blade and kick him to death."

"Isn't that the end? Are you enduring it?" "Did you give up?" Mu Qingqing retorted.

"I'm not like you, I'm a man. I should be the one to avenge you. This way, it won't dirty your hands. " Mo Xiaohe's sudden reply left Mu Qingqing dumbstruck. What kind of godly trick was this?

"I'm still short of thirty push-ups." After saying that, Mu Qingqing laid on the ground with her head lowered and began to do push-ups. There was mist rolling in her eyes. Some began to feel bad for her existence, but their Mu Family remained as indifferent as ever.

Mo Xiaohe pulled her delicate arm, "Let's end it here today. Go back and have a good rest."

"No, if I want to practice it, I have to do it well." Mu Qingqing stubbornly held on.

Mo Xiaohe saw that she insisted so he didn't try to stop her anymore. He just nodded and counted for her.

The rain outside the pavilion was getting heavier and heavier. Through the rain, the two of them could see Madam Hua holding an embroidery needle in her hand. Her fingers nimbly moved back and forth on the embroidery cloth.

"Sizzle ~ ~" The sound of a chair being touched came from behind her. Hua Qinghe slowly turned around and saw Elder Hua standing by the table, looking at her with a smile.

"Did you?" Elder Hua said apologetically.

"It's fine, I didn't do anything." "Hua Qinghe pinned the needle onto the embroidery and stored the picture of the lotus." Have you eaten? "

"Not yet. I just want a bowl of hot soup." The soup she made was especially delicious, and it was even more delicious than the one sold in the restaurant outside. While Elder Hua was hospitalized, he was also thinking about her cooking soup.

Hua Qinghe put away her embroidery products and the beautiful lotus flower picture into a box at the side. She stood up and heated up the soup for Elder Hua.

Mo Xiaohe retracted his gaze and asked Mu Qingqing, "Are they husband and wife?"

Mu Qingqing knew he was doing a task, so she answered his question, "Probably. Aunt Hua's surname was given by Elder Hua and we've been together for so many years. If she's not a husband and wife, then what is she?"

"That's not right." Mo Xiaohe shook his head. There was always something between Hua Qinghe and Elder Hua.

"They are all very good people, the mission you did shouldn't have anything to do with them, right?" Mu Qingqing asked him hesitantly.

"There are no absolute good people in the world." Mo Xiaohe only shook his head lightly and supported the exhausted Ye Zichen towards the warm room.

Elder Hua frowned as he looked at Mu Qingqing who was carried into the room. He was drenched as a chicken. He looked at her sternly, but he couldn't scold her.

When he got to the kitchen, he asked, "Qinghe, what's going on with Qingqing?"

"She wants to train her body, practice some defensive martial arts." Hua Qinghe said gently.

"You don't feel bad about the rain?" Seeing that Mu Qingqing and Hua Qinghe got along quite well during this period of time, Elder Hua was a bit confused by her laissez-faire attitude.

"What I can do is help her hold up an umbrella." Hua Qinghe opened the lid of the hot pot soup, mist, fragrance everywhere. She picked up a small bowl and spoon beside her and poured a bowl of hot soup for Elder Hua.

"What if she's your daughter?" Elder Hua said indifferently as he stared at Hua Qinghe.

The bowl in Hua Qinghe's hands fell to the ground as she crouched down to pick up the pieces.

Elder Hua pulled her up and instructed the servants beside her, "Take a look."

Hua Qinghe took two steps back. The soup splashed on the hem of her skirt. With a slight frown, she broke away from Elder Hua's hand.

"Old Hua, I'm fine. Let me serve you another bowl of soup." Hua Qinghe went to the side to get a bowl. Her face no longer had the smile of the past. All that remained was to stabilize her mind.

Daughter? What daughter did she have?

"I'm not drinking anymore." When Elder Hua saw her submissive look, he lost all interest in eating the soup.

Hua Qinghe didn't even look at him as she scooped out half a bowl of soup from the bowl in her hands. She laughed lightly, "Old Hua, are you mad? How could I have a daughter?"

Elder Hua took the bowl from her hands and looked at her sharply. He said in a deep voice, "Actually, you didn't lose your memories. You just don't want to face it."

"I can't remember what happened, you know."

Elder Hua took out a folded report from his wallet and handed it to Hua Qinghe. This is the result you wanted for more than a decade. "

When Hua Qinghe saw the words' 99% ', her heart skipped a beat. She stared at Elder Hua with wide eyes. She felt the blood and Qi in her head churning, as if it wanted to swallow all of her rationality.

Staring at the blurry report, she couldn't help but think about what had been sealed for more than ten years. To her, love was like a piece of trash that had been abandoned by everyone. It reeked of water and made her feel nauseous.

However, she had clearly seen the name on the report. It was surnamed Mu, and her name was Qing Qing. The other name was Hua Qinghe.

The word 'Wood' was a sore at the bottom of her heart. When she didn't think of it, it was neither painful nor itchy. When she thought of it, it tore open her skin, revealing a bloody patch of flesh.

"Why did you show me this?" Hua Qinghe's eyelids drooped slightly as her heart was thrown into turmoil. She stared at the report without knowing what to do.

"It's been so many years. I don't want to ask you why you're here, but I've seen her." Elder Hua turned around and looked in the direction that Mu Qingqing was staying. She's not doing well. "

She was a young girl in the prime of her life, yet she had matured to the point where she could take charge of herself. If it wasn't for the fact that her family didn't favor her enough, how could she have reached such a state? Moreover, Mu Family's family situation was not bad. The treatment Mu Qingqing received when she was abandoned showed that Mu Family did not love her enough.

Elder Hua saw it clearly and also hoped that Hua Qinghe could recognize her daughter now and untie the knot in her heart from more than ten years ago. He naturally had a reason for saving Mu Qingqing, and that reason was something that he could now tell Hua Qinghe.

Hua Qinghe smiled bitterly and handed the report back to Elder Hua. She said, "It can't be her. She should be someone else's daughter. She just has some affinity with me. This report is also not 100% accurate. "

Elder Hua didn't receive the report. He looked at Hua Qinghe with his mouth agape. She didn't want to recognize her own daughter?

Or did she think it was just another scheme?

"Old Hua, you don't need to say it anymore. I won't disturb the quiet life of others. Moreover, you don't even understand my situation, so you shouldn't interfere in it." Hua Qinghe turned around and left the kitchen, leaving behind a pile of reports and a bowl of cold soup.

Elder Hua's expression didn't look too good. He helplessly put the bowl back on the stove and stepped over the messy pile of reports. He knew that he wouldn't be able to explain everything to Hua Qinghe in a day or two. He left the kitchen dejectedly.

After wiping her hair, Mu Qingqing was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes. She immediately fell asleep. Mo Xiaohe's training method was indeed effective. Today, she felt very tired, so she didn't have time to pay attention to her surroundings.

However, Mo Xiaohe heard it clearly. He used his own abilities to clearly see the report that fell to the ground, and then, taking advantage of the time while he was back in his room, he used his perspective vision to clearly see Hua Qinghe's face under the face mask. With this look, he was extremely shocked. Not only did he clearly see the relationship between Mu Qingqing and Hua Qinghe, he even understood Hua Qinghe's thoughts, as well as the bits and pieces of her previous Mu Family.

In order to complete the task, Mo Xiaohe had no choice but to peer into the privacy of others. After he clearly saw the thoughts and scenes in Hua Qinghe's mind, he came up with a new plan.

"..."

In the living room of the Mu Family in A city, Mu Xiutan walked in with a walking stick. Hearing the commotion, Mu Anren straightened his body and waited for Mu Xiutan to come in. In the months that Mu Qingqing had disappeared, he could not eat, nor could he sleep. He had lost a lot of weight.

Seeing Mu Xiutan walk in, he only stood up to greet him, but he didn't even have the desire to speak.

Mu Xiutan's intimidating gaze was fixed on him, but he also knew that he could only blame himself for being too stubborn. He actually allowed Su Cuiyun to bring Mu Qingqing to H Nation, and this time, he had lost Mu Anren's heart and soul to the eldest daughter who lost her Mu Family.2

All the bodyguards stood outside the door. The house was so quiet that one could hear the sound of needles dropping on the ground. Mu Anren stared at him with a sharp gaze. He felt resentment, but didn't say anything.

Neither father nor son spoke first, and the surrounding atmosphere was extremely solemn.

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