Zuo Qingxuan was taken aback and shook her head.
Then he said: "He has found it."
"What?" An Jinze frowned.
Zuo Qingxuan's chest was up and down, looking into his eyes and said, "It's Mo Luan, and Mo Qianhong's sister is Mo Luan."
An Jinze smiled and said, "No, although they look alike, they are not related by blood."
"how do you know?"
"As early as when Qianhong saw Mo Luan for the first time, they went to do a kinship test."
Zuo Qingxuan said: "Mr. Mo just said in person that Mo Luan is his sister."
"Just now?"
"Correct."
Zuo Qingxuan said, "Mr. Mo recommended Mo Luan to Leo and introduced to everyone that Mo Luan is his own sister."
"This is impossible."
An Jinze said, "They are not related by blood, it's a fact."
He frowned and took out his cell phone to call Mo Qianhong.
No, I just took out the phone, and there was a call coming in.
It's the landline on the father's side.
An Jinze turned on the screen, "Hello."
"Master, the old man went out just now."
"Where did you go?"
"The old man didn't say."
"I know."
After hanging up the phone, he found the old man's cell phone number and dialed it.
As a result, there was no answer.
An Jinze frowned and redialed the past.
Still not answering.
Zuo Qingxuan asked: "What's wrong?"
"Grandpa doesn't know where he's going, and he doesn't answer his cell phone."
The man walked into the car holding the mobile phone, "Qingxuan, I'm going to find grandpa, you can go home by car."
"Well, don't worry too much. Grandpa may just go to relax. After all, he has been in the hospital for several days."
"Ok."
If it were the past, Zuo Qingxuan would definitely follow along.
But now, she is really not in the mood.
There is also a mess in my mind.
Flower god card winner, car god, magazine cover... The sister of President Hongluan...
How could all of these belong to the woman of Mo Luan.
She clenched her fists and looked at the building behind her.
In the past, Mo Luan had nothing but promises, and the appearance of whispering appeared before his eyes.
The picture turned, and it turned into a girl's unruly face again.
Zuo Qingxuan's breathing was stagnant, and her face turned blue and white.
——
The cover shooting is confirmed.
The staff and Leo continued to praise Mo Luan.
Mo Qianhong was very happy when he heard others praise his sister.
This person has always been low-key and introverted, only to praise his sister with a particularly high profile.
He also took the initiative to reveal that Mo Luan is the god of flower road vehicles.
The circles are different. People who are not in the racing circle don't know about ikebana.
However, I have seen some media reports.
Listening to Mo Qianhong's words, everyone looked at Mo Luan in a different light, admiring them all.
Some are even chasing for signatures, although they are not in the circle.
But the car god is right in front of you, wouldn't it be a loss if you didn't sign the photo.
Finally came out of the studio.
Mo Luan rubbed his sore shoulder and stretched.
Mo Qianhong frowned, wondering if he was too high-profile, making his younger sister tired.
He opened his mouth to talk, and it happened that Mo Luan's cell phone rang.
It was from Mo Qianxin.
After picking it up, the man's clear and clean voice came from the phone.
"Sister, are you over there?"
"Just came out."
"That's OK, I have a seat in Baoxiang Tower, you and your second brother will come directly."
"Ok."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Luan said, "Go to Baoxiang Tower, and Brother has made a seat."
Baoxianglou is a private kitchen.
It is said that the ancestor was an imperial chef, with an ancestral sauce recipe.