Book-wearing villain: In the beginning, I kidnapped the heroine!

"Grandpa, little aunt, second aunt, uncle, sister, you are here. I was busy with work just now and couldn't pick you up at the door..."

Su Qing stood up and pointed at the computer on the table displaying trend data, while saying hello to everyone.

The Mo family members, who had not seen Su Qing for a long time, walked up to him and greeted him.

"It's okay Qing'er, what are you going to do outside? Just go about your business. We're here to help. We're not here to entertain you or cause trouble to Qing'er." Mo Ruru smiled softly.

Su Qing smiled and said, "Well, I'm pretty busy."

"Qing'er, you must have had a hard time today." Grandpa Mo held a cane in one hand and clasped Su Qing's arm with the other hand, squeezing it with concern.

When I think about Su Qing running thousands of kilometers to get here today, getting off the plane and hurriedly organizing the program, I can feel his exhaustion just thinking about it.

"Qing'er, don't you mean that those aristocratic families don't have enough knowledge... My sister sees that they answer well and answer well, but it's you, brother, why were you eliminated?"

After Mo Qingxin finished speaking, a message popped up on her phone. She looked at it casually and realized that this show was a live broadcast. She could have snooped on the previous game scene on the Internet long ago. No wonder they didn't have any information along the way. When I think about reading information on the Internet, I don’t know anything about it.

And when Mo Qing turned on the play button, the first words she heard were the three words spoken by Su Qing.

"I won't......"

Young girls don't like to cover up and pretend, especially Mo Qing, who has a hot personality. Seeing her brother's dejected look on the competition stage, she felt a little sorry for him, but she was more moved by Su Qing's sadness. It was miserable, and it felt funny that he was about to scratch his hair and go crazy when he looked at the question.

"Haha, Qingqing, you are so cute...you can't do anything."

Su Qing: "......"

"I...I..." Su Qing smiled bitterly, "Sister, please stop laughing at me."

"Yes, Qing'er, please stop laughing at your brother." Mo Wanqing couldn't help but want to laugh, but knowing that he was sensitive, she still helped Su Qing find the steps.

"At first glance, Qing'er did it on purpose."

Mo Qing looked at the content in the video carefully and analyzed, "I don't think my brother is good at acting."

"Your brother is an actor and has the best acting skills..."

"I don't feel like..."

Mo Tingxuan coughed at the right moment and whispered to Mo Qing in a veiled voice.

"Your sister-in-law is looking for steps for Qing'er. Don't keep asking. In a moment, Qing'er's mental illness will be blamed on you."

Mo Tingxuan finished speaking.

Finding that there was a silence, he deliberately lowered his voice so that it was not loud enough to be heard by Su Qing.

Mo Tingxuan: It’s so embarrassing. Why didn’t you all suddenly stop talking?

Mo Qing quickly put away her phone, put on a serious expression, and quickly said to Su Qing.

"Qing'er, you are the best, there is no trace of performance at all!"

"Grandpa, aunt, uncle, please don't laugh at me. I know I'm stupid as hell."

Su Qing pitifully leaned toward her aunt and sister, and asked her grandfather and uncle, who were originally going to catch Su Qing to comfort him, to put their hands in the air and watch the women at home coaxing and comforting him carefully.

"Qing'er, how can I blame you? Those questions are too difficult. My sister-in-law doesn't know bracken either!!!"

Mo Wanqing, who had just bought bracken and made cold dishes at home yesterday, decided to help Su Qing smooth things over in order not to irritate Su Qing's young and helpless mind.

Several other people also responded.

"Su Qing, this game is broadcast live. If your image is posted online, won't it smear your image...?" Mo Tingxuan asked seriously.

"Probably, but it can be regarded as entertaining the public and can bring more cheers to everyone. It also means that I have not contributed those... funny images in vain, woo, sister-in-law, sister, Grandpa, uncle...do I look stupid..."

"No way, it's so cute, it makes people want to rua just looking at it!" Mo Qing thought of Su Qing's clear and confused look in the video she just saw, and said seriously, and even rubbed his hair seriously.

Su Qing couldn't laugh or cry, "Sister, I'm already 20, I don't want to act cute, I... I want to be handsome."

"Okay, okay, but you are cute, don't force yourself to go in directions that are not suitable for you..."

He was more familiar with Su Qing than his brothers, so he made more jokes on him. Although everyone tried to tease him, he was not soft-spoken when they joked.

But the Mo family is different. The impression of Su Qing's delicate body and fragile heart has been firmly established in their hearts.

They all held Su Qing in their hands and were afraid of him.

Because the second round of the competition outside was about to end, everyone in the Mo family did not chat with them for long. After chatting for a few more words, they were directed by the staff to the front hall to prepare for the new round of competition with the winning heads of the family. One round of competition.

Mo Wanqing was standing at the answering desk, adjusting her appearance. When she glanced at Mr. Mo, she found that he was looking arrogant and didn't know what to think.

Moruru asked casually.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

Mr. Mo calmed down and shook his head thoughtfully.

Mo Wanqing came over and helped him tidy up his clothes.

Mr. Mo said calmly as if chatting.

"Qing'er, this kid should be cute."

"Ok?"

"Dad, why did you suddenly say such things?"

"I suddenly thought of the conversation between Qing'er and Qing'er backstage. Qing'er said he was cute, but Qing'er thought he was handsome."

"Haha." Mo Wanqing was amused by Mr. Mo's tongue-twisting words. She didn't know why he suddenly had an idea about whether it was better for Qing'er to be cute or handsome.

"Qing'er, he's quite cute, but it's normal for him to think he's handsome. He's a young man in his early twenties. How can he like others saying he's cute all the time?"

Old Mo's mind flashed back to the past like a revolving lantern.

After Su Qing reached a cooperation with Mo Wanqing's research institute and he went on stage to speak and simultaneously sent it to the Internet, Su Qing childishly kept pulling Mr. Mo to witness Su Qing's handsome scene.

Even though Mr. Mo was presbyopic, Su Qing did not let him go. He made him watch all the scenes where Su Qing showed off her beauty and dignity before letting him go.

Think about it, Qing'er is really a child like a living treasure.

"It's better to be cute. If Qing'er is too handsome, I'll waste my eyes..."

"Haha, dad, your words are getting more and more interesting." Mo Wanqing let out a pleasant chuckle.