The Enchanting Dance of The Phoenix

Chapter 108: Huajia Sanshao 7

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"Okay, I'll accept your apology, let's go, lead the way, I'm a freshman, I don't know how to get to the restaurant yet."

After thinking about it, Mo Qingyan agreed.

"Then, shall we pass now?"

Hua Wenshuo smiled and gave Su Xuanye a proud and provocative look.

Su Xuanye snorted coldly, and turned his head away from the annoying Hua Wenshuo.

"it is good."

Mo Qingyan nodded, led by Hua Wenshuo, and walked towards the restaurant.

On the way, Hua Wenshuo looked back at Mo Qingyan from time to time, with a trace of doubt and suspicion in her eyes.

The air-conditioning on Su Xuanye's body became more and more cold.

When he reached the entrance of the restaurant, Mo Qingyan took the time to look at the layout of the restaurant.

A five-story wooden building with finely carved doors and windows, bright and clean windows, spotlessly cleaned everywhere, and a good environment.

The first and second floors are places for those who have no status or status, and the third and fourth floors are places for people with good family backgrounds to eat.

The fifth floor is where the dean receives some important people, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter, no matter how good their status is.

Following Hua Wenshuo into the restaurant, Mo Qingyan looked around with some curiosity. She has seen a lot of modern restaurants. She hasn't seen it in ancient restaurants, so she will naturally be curious.

After watching it for a while, she also lost interest.

Although the restaurants here are not bad, they are far from the modern magnificence and luxury, just a little more ancient charm and elegance.

Mo Qingyan's curiosity fell in the eyes of others but he has never seen the world.

The other people in the restaurant who were still eating raised their heads and looked at the few people who had just walked into the door. When the men looked at Mo Qingyan, there was a slight disdain in their eyes in addition to surprise.

"Hua San Shao, are you here? Should you go to the third floor?"

A young man dressed as a small servant ran over and asked Hua Wenshuo with a smile.

"Well, the meals are as usual, plus two more people."

Hua Wenshuo nodded slightly, opened the folding fan in her hand, and restored her image as a playboy in front of others.

"Yes, just wait ten minutes, you can go up first, please here."

After listening, the person dressed up as Xiao She turned his head to look at Mo Qingyan and Su Xuanye, and walked to the front to lead the way.

Hua Wenshuo shook the folding fan, and looked at Mo Qingyan with gleaming eyes, and said:

"Let's go up."

Su Xuanye was exuding chills, and looked at Hua Wenshuo gloomily.

Hey, he winks so blatantly, when he is dead, right

After sitting in the private room on the third floor, Hua Wenshuo put away the pretentious|liu expression, and she tightened her lips and looked at Mo Qingyan in confusion and puzzlement.

There were scrutiny, inquiry, as well as disbelief and dazedness in his eyes. His eyes seemed to be covered with a black mist, which was so complicated that it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

"Are you... Qingyan?"

He asked carefully, for fear of hearing a negative answer. She was his last hope.

Mo Qingyan pursed his lips and replied speciously.

"What do you think? If you think I am, then I am her."

"I do not know."

Hua Wenshuo shook her head blankly, and said as if mumbling to herself:

"You are not like her at all, but I just have a very familiar feeling. This feeling tells me that you are her."

"I am Mo Qingyan, ink, ink of pen, ink, paper and ink. Qing, Qing of Qingcheng. Yan, Yan of Yan."

Mo Qingyan...

In a daze, Hua Wenshuo remembered that when she first met, the little girl with the double-haired bun was standing in front of her, smiling brightly.

she says.

"I am Huaqingyan, the flower, the flower of the hibiscus. Qing, the innocent and the innocent. The words, the laugh and the Yanyan's words."

Silly girl, shouldn't you use simple and clear words to introduce your name

Just talk about the flowers of the flowers, clearly, and the promises are enough