Lao Song gasped roughly, and said weakly, "Flying bird, my flying bird statue..."
Everyone was taken aback.
All of them focused on the old man who wrestled.
Now that I reacted, they were all in a cold sweat.
All of them have empty hands.
So, the statue--
"Where's the statue? Cough cough cough cough..."
The old man coughed violently.
"Dad, don't get excited."
Like an ice cellar, everyone panicked and lost their calmness in the past.
The heartbeat almost stopped, and they looked around subconsciously.
It's over.
This is all over.
They only cared about the old man and forgot the statue.
Now, it's really hopeless.
Just when they were flustered and almost suffocated and fainted.
There was a lazy and slightly hoarse voice in the hall.
"Here."
It's not light or heavy, and it attracts everyone's attention.
Everyone looks at the girl who has been at home since she came to this house, who is calm and graceful and indifferent.
Mo Luan held a spicy strip in his mouth and held the square glass cabinet in one hand.
Knocked the glass with his left hand, and tweeted, "It's a terrible fall."
Everyone was surprised and shocked.
The reaction was half a beat slow.
Only Yun Hanqin smiled while he was relieved, "Mo girl, your shot saved lives."
Zuo Qingxuan was stunned when she saw Mo Luan.
The expression is like seeing an alien.
Shocked.
Her heart was beating, her head was in a mess, she couldn't think at all.
Just staring at her blankly.
There is only one question in my mind.
Why is this woman Mo Luan here?
Father Song quickly thanked him, "Thank you Miss Mo."
What Yun Shao said was right, she saved their Song family with this shot.
Song's aunt leaned on Song's mother prostrably.
She was scared to death.
If this glass cabinet landed.
The consequences could be disastrous.
The Song family thanked him again and again, and Mo Luan handed the glass case to Father Song who reached out.
Walking through the Heart Sutra, chewing the spicy strips, his eyes moved from the old man who was barely relieved to Zuo Qingxuan.
Feng's eyes ticked, meaning it was unclear, "It's been a long time since I saw you, Miss Zuo."
Zuo Qingxuan's noisy head is instantly clear.
She gritted her teeth and asked with a surprised expression on her face: "Mo Luan, why are you..."
Yun Hanqin said, "There is something wrong with Moyao coming to Beijing Suicheng, so we will come together."
Zuo Qingxuan looked at him in surprise.
So, Mo Luan has something to do, why are you coming with her?
What is your relationship?
Call her "girl"?
Zuo Qingxuan's body felt cold.
The doubt in his eyes was clear, but he didn't ask.
Her surviving sanity does not allow her to behave too much.
Although her mind was full of doubts, jealousy, anger and all kinds of upset thoughts.
But she must stabilize her image.
Yun Hanqin was generous, and said to her: "We are friends."
These words were like a basin of melting snow, which poured Zuo Qingxuan from her head to the soles of her feet.
friend?
How could they be friends.
What is Yun Hanqin's identity, and what is Mo Luan's identity.
How could she know someone of Yun Hanqin's level.
He also brought the Song family?
What kind of friend is he who can penetrate into his private life?
Can you be called a girl, is it a normal friend?
Zuo Qingxuan's scalp was numb, and his head buzzed.
The more she thought about it, the cooler her heart became.
She originally thought that when he climbed to the Song family, she would be able to look down at Mo Luan.
Unexpectedly, this woman is still in the shadows.
As soon as she walked on her front foot, her back foot followed.