As soon as he returned to the mansion, Yun Hanqin answered a phone call.
Put on the coat and walked out again.
Cheng Lian Er came out carrying the fruit plate, and said blankly: "Shao Yun, you can drive Maserati away."
"Thanks."
"Don't send it back, Lord said it's for you."
Yun Hanqin was taken aback, this car was just brought back, right? Just ran this trip...
"Be quiet when you drive, and don't make noise so you can rest."
Yun Hanqin's face turned dark.
"I am driving and not crashing. How much movement can I make, besides, the soundproofing facilities are all imaginary?"
Cheng Lian didn't squint, his face was expressionless, and he went upstairs with the fruit plate upright.
Yun Hanqin:? ? ?
Hey there!
He put his hands on his hips, "You are a naive man, who do you ignore?"
"Please keep quiet, and don't make the noise so you can rest."
"..."
Mo Luan did not return to the old man's residence.
Instead, I drove around and saw an old man on the pedestrian street with fishing equipment.
Suddenly, I stopped to buy fishing rods and buckets.
Go to the nearby pond to go fishing.
However, Mr. Mo is a three-minute hot and impatient.
After a while, I started to doze off boringly.
She fixed the fishing rod.
Pat the old man with a straw hat covering his face next to him, holding a fishing rod and snoring.
"Master, I have fixed the fishing rod. All the fish that I catch later will belong to you. Your fishing rod is too old. My fishing rod and bucket are all new and all belong to you."
After that, I put on my sunglasses.
Departed in a chic and graceful manner.
The snoring old man turned over and his straw hat fell to the ground.
He opened his eyes, and his muddy and shrewd eyes blinked slightly.
I don't know if it is because of my old age or I have dreamed of something sad.
The red and sticky eye sockets are a bit moist.
Footsteps approached behind him, and the young assistant walked to his side.
Gongsheng said: "Old Su, it's late, we should leave."
The old man cried with a sudden "wow".
"I dreamed of Luan Luan."
He couldn't cry by himself, and smoked.
Assistant Song quickly took out a tissue and wiped his tears.
"Old Su, don't be sad, the young lady just can't get in touch, she is so powerful, there will be nothing wrong with her."
There was a "pong" sound.
The old man grabbed the tissue and knocked it on the young man's head.
"Bah, baah, you are not allowed to say those two words."
Assistant Song hurriedly slapped himself, "Missing the mouth, the lady is super talented, thinking that you were kidnapped back then, she broke into the kidnapper's den alone when she was only ten years old, and subdued everyone before the police came."
Speaking of this, Assistant Song admired it.
"So, even if she is in danger, she will definitely be able to save her."
"Of course, our Luanluan is number one in the world." The old man's proud tail is about to rise to the sky.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Assistant Song said, "Old Su, the curator of the art museum is already waiting, we..."
With a "wow" the old man cried again.
"My Luanluan, in her dream, she said that she would change the fishing rod for the old man, oooooo~"
Assistant Song quickly calmed down, "Old Su, don't cry, if the lady knows, she will be sad."
"That little one with no conscience, she won't be sad, she will definitely laugh at my old man if she knows it."
Assistant Song's mouth twitched, which is true.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw an unguarded fishing rod beside him.
He hurriedly said: "Old Su, there is a fishing rod that nobody wants here. It's new."
Old Su shed tears, "Take it away."