Don't Provoke Princess

It was unknown whether it was due to Mo Xiaohe's words or the effect of Mo Xiaohe wiping the iodine off his body, but Mu Qingqing felt that her wound was no longer as painful as it was before.    

    

"Your legs …" Mo Xiaohe saw that she held his right leg, and he knew that she must be hurt.    

    

"I... I'll wipe it myself. " Mu Qingqing was stuttering.    

    

"That's fine too." Mo Xiaohe respected Mu Qingqing a lot, so she was definitely shy.    

    

After putting down the iodophor, Mo Xiaohe took out a box of tissue paper and pulled out a tissue paper. Then, he gently raised his hand and lifted it in front of Mu Qingqing's face. This action of his caused a huge reaction from Mu Qingqing.    

    

She dodged to the side and knocked her head against the glass.    

    

Mo Xiaohe was quick to react. He put a hand on the glass. Mu Qingqing's head was protected and his hand was in pain again.    

    

"Right... "I'm sorry." Mu Qingqing never expected that she would have such a huge reaction.    

    

"Dwarf, other than saying you're sorry, what else do you have?" Mo Xiaohe rubbed Mu Qingqing's head and felt helpless.    

    

Who told her to be so stupid?    

    

Mu Qingqing reacted instantly. How many times had Mo Xiaohe called her a shorty!    

    

"You are the dwarf! Your whole family is short! " Mu Qingqing's eyes were still filled with tears. What she didn't know was that in Mo Xiaohe's eyes, she looked like a wronged wife!    

    

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. "Wipe your tears, and go to Uncle Mu's company later. Don't let Uncle Mu think that I bullied you." Mo Xiaohe passed a tissue to Mu Qingqing helplessly.    

    

Mu Qingqing was extremely depressed. Why did she have the feeling of being teased by a teenage child at the age of twenty-six?    

    

"Oh yeah, how does Uncle Mu treat you?" Only then did Mo Xiaohe think of a serious problem. What if Mu Anren was not good to Mu Qingqing after joining Mu Anren's company? What should he do after another round of beatings?    

    

"None of your business." Mu Qingqing replied snappily.    

    

She was only twenty-six years old. Did she need someone sixteen or seventeen to care?    

    

"Uncle Jiu, I think we should turn around and head towards Mu Family. This little girl said that I don't care." Mo Xiaohe said to Uncle Jiu in all seriousness.    

    

Uncle Jiu turned around and was about to head back.    

    

"Eh …" Mu Qingqing grabbed Mo Xiaohe's clothes, unable to say anything.    

    

"If you go back on your word now, there's still time." Mo Xiaohe said with a faint smile.    

    

"My dad treats me better than my mom does." Mu Qingqing initially thought that she shouldn't let others know about her family matters, but just now, she chose to let Mo Xiaohe save her. When Su Cuiyun was preparing to make things difficult for her, Mo Xiaohe didn't let her out of the car. She didn't mind saying a word about it.    

    

"Uncle Jiu, continue driving towards Uncle Mu's company." Mo Xiaohe smiled lightly as his gaze landed on Mu Qingqing's right leg.    

    

Sensing his gaze, Mu Qingqing lowered her head slightly.    

    

"That, Mr. Mo, your hand is also injured …" Do you need me to apply the medicine for you? " Mu Qingqing asked sincerely.    

    

Mr.    

    

Mo Xiaohe was shocked when he heard the title.    

    

In the Zhaoxi City circle, there were those who called him Young Master Mo, those who called him Brother Xiao, and those who called him Xiaohe. The way this Mr. Mo was addressed was really strange!    

    

"Dwarf, I seem to have told you, my name is Mo Xiaohe." Mo Xiaohe suddenly became interested. He really wanted to hear what Mu Qingqing felt when she called him by his full name.    

    

Mu Qingqing's voice, he thought, was pleasant, crisp, and mature, but not unpleasant.    

    

"Mo Xiaohe, your hand is injured." Mu Qingqing was a bit depressed. Mr. Mo and Mo Xiaohe were just two different terms. Was there a need to be serious?    

    

The one with the biggest reaction was Uncle Jiu.    

    

Mu Qingqing and Mo Xiaohe leaned forward at the same time and almost bumped into the back of the front seat.    

    

"Xiaohe, where are you hurt?" Uncle Jiu stepped on the emergency brake and quickly looked back to check on Mo Xiaohe's injuries.    

    

"Uncle Jiu, I'm fine. You keep driving. " Mo Xiaohe reached out his hand to press Uncle Jiu's head, signaling him to roll back to the main driving position.    

    

Uncle Jiu carefully looked at Mo Xiaohe and confirmed that he didn't have any gunshot wounds or a large area of blood. Then, he returned to his post — Driving!    

    

"Yes, you go." Mo Xiaohe passed the back of his hands in front of Mu Qingqing. He was indeed injured and had been stabbed by the rose thorns.    

    

Mu Qingqing obediently took his medical kit and sterilized it with iodine.    

    

"Why are you at my place?" Mu Qingqing was suddenly curious.    

    

"Dad, your dad and I are old comrades, our family produced a new wine, which we saved up for a few years, and the first batch was rushed to give to Uncle Mu. I came over with my dad's phone number. Even before the fight began, it was already blown away by the wind. " Mo Xiaohe stared at Mu Qingqing's expression with interest. That phone number had been trampled on by Mu Qingqing for a long time.    

    

"Ugh …" Mu Qingqing's face reddened. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.    

    

"Don't be too nervous, this wine won't escape." Mo Xiaohe joked.    

    

"Why would the Mo family allow you to send the wine?" Mu Qingqing was a little curious. Looking at Su Cuiyun's expression, it was obvious that Mo Xiaohe's identity was definitely not that of an ordinary person.    

    

"Is your family's Young Master Wu Steelwood your brother or your brother?" Mo Xiaohe had a strong memory, so he still remembered Mu Yichen's name.    

    

"My little brother, what's wrong?" Mu Qingqing was a little nervous. Her brother was very sensible, so she didn't wish for it to be bad news.    

    

"Didn't Uncle Mu say that he wants him to enroll in the military academy? My dad asked me to check on his bone root. " With that, Mo Xiaohe laughed. He hadn't even seen the person yet, let alone the fact that he had a bone in his body.    

    

"My brother is very obedient. He's a very sensible child." Mu Qingqing wanted to say a few good words for Mu Yichen, but when she looked at Mo Xiaohe's face, she couldn't find the words to say.    

    

"Enrolling in a military academy is not on par with not knowing anything." Mo Xiaohe said in a serious tone, but his gaze turned serious. It was as if the matter of applying to a military academy had followed up to his grave.    

    

"Xiaohe, we're here." Uncle Jiu was the first to break the silence in the carriage.    

    

Mu Qingqing actually wanted to continue listening, but Mo Xiaohe stopped.    

    

Clutching the wound on her right leg, Mu Qingqing got off the car. She felt pain in her leg.    

    

Mo Xiaohe got out of the car without saying a word and stood in front of Mu Qingqing with his back facing her.    

    

"I can walk." Mu Qingqing didn't want others to carry her. She had legs!    

    

Seeing Mu Qingqing stubbornly walking towards Mu Anren's company with one leg, Mo Xiaohe raised his eyebrows. It seemed that not everyone would buy his face!    

    

Uncle Jiu locked the car, picked up a case of wine and followed behind Mo Xiaohe.    

    

Mu Qingqing looked up at Mu Anren's company, Mu An Furniture Co., Ltd.