Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Thinking that the matter would soon be resolved, Mo Qingyou calmed down, and the plot was about to be settled.

After her morning classes ended, Mo Qingyou went home. Before she even went inside, she could hear a lively commotion.

A guest is coming.

Mo Qingyou walked in and saw that besides her mother sitting on the sofa, there was a richly dressed woman and a girl with long hair that shimmered with a mesmerizing rainbow.

Looking at the girl, she was wearing a pink court dress, with gorgeous lace on the cuffs, collar, and hem.

The dress was adorned with many colorful gemstones, which sparkled brilliantly under the crystal chandelier.

As soon as Mo Qingyou saw her, she knew exactly who she was. Could she be the cousin her mother had mentioned who changed her name every day?

What day of the week is it today? And what's her name today?

"Tears like crystal, love like lotus tears, tears of ice and purple, dream of butterflies, heartbreaking words of cherry blossoms, ice and ice, dream of butterflies, you're back!"

Because of Mo Qingxi's situation, Madam Mo looked very haggard, probably because of this eccentric mother and daughter, and her expression was not very pleasant.

"Oh dear, my sister still has such an old-fashioned name."

The legendary older cousin has spoken. As she speaks, her eyes are looking upwards, and she rolls her eyes one after another.

Her long hair, which was probably over a meter long, swayed gently as she moved.

Mo Qingyou could clearly see the dazzling light emanating from the strings of gemstones in her hair.

"Angelina. Snow Lotus. Mo, is there something wrong with this name?"

Madam Mo looked at her legendary cousin and asked.

"No, no, no, Auntie, my name now is Shangmenghen. Xueluo Qiangwei. z. Mo. Qingya."

Traces of a broken dream. Snow falls on roses. z. Mo. Qingya tossed her hair, sitting there as if she were very noble.

Madam Mo glanced at Mo Qingyou, but before she could speak, Mo Qingyou quickly said something.

"My sister's name is so pretty, but I'm a bit sentimental, so I'll stick with the old one!"

"(ˉ▽￣~)Cut~~"

Traces of a broken dream. Snow falls on roses. z. Mo. Qingya snorted coldly, then looked around.

"Where did Qingxi go? My brother is coming later, isn't he here?"

"That's right!"

Traces of a Wounded Dream. Snow Falling on Roses. z. Mo. Qingya's mother, also with a noblewoman's expression, asked with a smile.

It would have been better if Mo Qingxi hadn't been mentioned, because the mere mention of her made Madam Mo feel a pang of pain in her heart, and she felt like crying again.

Upon seeing her mother's expression, Mo Qingyou quickly sat down next to her.

I'm also afraid that my aunt and cousin will come here as if to intimidate me and upset my mother.

She quickly said, "My second brother went abroad to study, and my mother has been sad all day because she was separated from him."

"Studying abroad?"

Traces of a broken dream. Snow falling on roses. z. Mo. Qingya's mother curled her lip, looking unconvinced.

"So you went to study abroad. That's a pity."

Traces of a wounded dream. Snow falls on roses. z. Mo. Qingya sighed and shook her head.

I thought there would be a good show to watch, but it seems like I won't be able to.

Madam Mo and her daughter looked at each other, completely baffled as to what they were up to.

"You'll find out when my son arrives."

Traces of a broken dream. Snow falling on roses. z. Mo. Qingya's mother revealed a meaningful smile.