C292 Im not the demon (2/2)
She was surprised that Mo Xiaoran, who was like a goddess, could also do such a casual action. When She Saihua was thirsty, he was hungry, so she had already finished digesting the morning buns. She Saihua's stomach responded to her voice with a few gurgling sounds. Embarrassed, he covered his own stomach, then smiled at Mo Xiaoran: ”I'm a little hungry. Um, do you have any?” Looking at Mo Xiaoran's expression, which was calm to the point of doubt and then filled with sudden enlightenment, She Saihua laughed out loud. ”Yes, about that, do you have any treasures?”
”Collected?”
”Yeah, it's food. The prisoners don't have anything they're afraid of eating when I watch TV. They hide things to eat when it's night or when they're hungry.”
”No, I don't.” Mo Xiaoran didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he shook his head. This wasn't his home, nor was this his dorm.
She Saihua didn't believe it, she looked left and right at Mo Xiaoran. If she wasn't going to let him eat alone, she, a newcomer, wouldn't be able to do anything, and furthermore, she hadn't come here for food, but for Mo Xiaoran's son. Sitting on his own bed, She Saihua began to nag at Mo Xiaoran about how he had come in, how he had been forced to bow by that police overlord, and how he had even lied to Mo Xiaoran that he was a brat.
In the end, She Saihua shouted explosively: ”Fuck, when did he see me going up and down with such an obvious curve?”
Mo Xiaoran blinked his eyes. The unease and panic he felt in his dreams earlier had been diluted quite a bit by his words, was talking about the police officer who was Tian Youting, and Mo Xiaoran had also understood his character these past few days. There must have been some kind of misunderstanding.
Women were always especially sensitive to their chests, hoping that it would be bigger, but at the same time, they also wanted others to pay attention to their proud curves, as long as they could grow up.
She Saihua had always been pretending to be a variety of old people and men, rarely wearing feminine attire, and always spoke with the attitude of a mischievous brat.
Even when Mo Xiaoran stood opposite of him right now, he still felt a little dazed. The person he was facing wasn't a little girl, but a boy.
When She Saihua turned around and asked Mo Xiaoran how he came in, Mo Xiaoran hesitated. She was worried that She Saihua did not come at his orders, but rather, was sent here by Mu Chongya.
”It's just an old case. I'm waiting for a hearing.”
”Are you very calm?”
”Un, if I haven't done it, then I haven't. A straight body is not afraid of slanting shadows. ”
Two pairs of eyes met, Mo Xiaoran looked at She Saihua, quietly observing the panic in his eyes. Mo Xiaoran smiled at her, why did Mu Chongya send such a girl to probe him? Did he think that he had information that could be of value to him?