Fan Zhaoyao: "..."
For a while, she felt that she might not be smart enough.
Or she should pick up the phone now and call the mental hospital, telling them to come to Kangkang for very serious patients.
Just looking at the serious face of the little fairy in front of him, Fan Zhaoyao really couldn't associate her with a mental patient.
Mo Jiang shook his wrist, and the vermilion manicure he made for the new play was extraordinarily bright: "Oh, you've talked so much nonsense with her, you just have to prove it? Little Mencius, perform a fetish!"
Meng Chengyu: "..."
Do you think I'm an acrobat? !
It's all about complaining, but under Fan Zhaoyao's bewildered eyes, Meng Chengyu waved his hand, and saw a potted plant on a closet next door flying directly towards him.
Meng Chengyu made a closing movement with his hands, and the potted plant landed firmly on the table.
Fan Zhaoyao: "..."
She opened her mouth wide, looked at Mo Jiang, then at Meng Chengyu, and finally at the others.
The others had long since realized the strangeness, Guo Zhulian swallowed the last glutinous rice ball slowly, and said softly: "I'm full."
Fan Zhaoyao felt that his heart hadn't reached the limit, so he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Mo Jiang: " What's going on? How can the heart be so fragile?"
Meng Chengyu was also dumbfounded: "No way, when we went to find Qiulu, no one fainted from fright."
Qiao Jin didn't expect it either, she hesitated for a moment, then waved her hand, and Fan Zhaoyao was forced to wake up.
Seeing the people in front of her, she took two deep breaths, and now she felt that she couldn't pass out even if she wanted to. She couldn't help being dizzy, and muttered to herself: "This... is this all true?"
Mo Jiang had a headache and waved his hand impatiently: "Little Mencius, explain to her and reshape the world view."
Meng Chengyu: "..."
Why is it all about her? !
After eating the glutinous rice balls, Meng Chengyu hastened to give Fan Zhaoyao, who had newly opened the door to his worldview, psychological training.
In fact, Yang Qiulu and Guo Zhulian didn't like to talk very much, but during the process of Meng Chengyu's explanation, they added a few sentences occasionally to add to Fan Zhaoyao's already fragile worldview, and finally made Fan Zhaoyao believe it.
"I… "
Fan Zhaoyao looked at Mo Jiang with disbelief in his eyes: "So at that time, Sister Mo Jiang, you did it on purpose..."
"Hey, let's make some things clear from the beginning." Mo Jiang blew on her nails, and said casually: "I don't want to draw pictures of you, and you don't have the money and color to ask me to draw pictures. If it wasn't for Qiao The boss explained at the beginning that I would not go to you. I saved you by asking you to be an assistant. Think about who in the market pays you a salary of 10,000 a month for your assistant and allows you to live in such a good place. Apartment, you are thinking that you were angry in that hotel before, did I give you a job? So what if I approached you deliberately, do you feel uncomfortable? "
Fan Zhaoyao was embarrassed by her words, thought about it seriously, but shook his head: "No."
Being an assistant is simply too lucrative.
Some time ago, she felt that all the good luck in her life was spent in meeting Mo Jiang.
The monthly salary is high, and there are not many things. Another assistant, Guo Zhulian, is still an invisible rich woman. She buys a few copies of everything, and she must have it.