C296 The tragedy of plastic surgery (2/2)

”Don't worry, Xiao Menghan will make arrangements, I'm looking forward to it.”

”Then what about me?”

”You are out of your league. Oh, there will be surprises on the journey.”

Surprise? Just as Tian Youting wanted to ask what kind of surprise was it, the other party had already hung up, and with a beep sound, Tian Youting hesitated. He was worried and when he called back, he heard the sound of the phone shutting down.

That night, Tian Youting did not close his eyes, he was constantly on guard against the pleasant surprise that was mentioned on the other end of the phone. He was thinking: Is it because of the Evil Python's attack, or is there someone sitting with him with the man-eating fish? Tian Youting let out a long breath, wondering if the other party was joking. However, when he thought about it again, the other party had never been joking.

In her room, Mo Xiaoran who had finished washing up heard the door opening. She turned her head and saw a figure dressed in police uniform walking into her line of sight.

”It's me. I thought you would give me a welcoming ceremony out of excitement.”

”I might consider kicking you out.”

”Mo Xiaoran, I'm not Xiao Menghan. You're useless against me.” Mu Chongya hated the calmness and calmness in Mo Xiaoran's eyes. The cold and arrogant look on her face was mocking at the fact that everything he did was useless. Both of his hands slowly clenched into fists, Mu Chongya took two steps forward, and had the people behind him bring in the things he was carrying.

Xiao Zhao walked out from behind Mu Chongya, he did not want to come, but he had already been called out. He only wanted to place the dishes on the table, and look at Mo Xiaoran, then immediately leave after greeting him. Mu Chongya raised his leg, and closed the door.

”Mo Xiaoran, what else do you have to say for yourself?” Mu Chongya raised his chin, and stood there upright. It had to be said that this man did look like a dog, and had the bearing of a jade tree.

It was a pity, the light in her eyes was too vicious. Mo Xiaoran smiled, she was waiting, waiting for someone to lose their patience, waiting for breakfast to start burning up on the table, for the steamed buns and the rice porridge to be filled. Mo Xiaoran could immediately tell that the fragrance was not from Tian Youting's mother when he smelled it, did she eat it or not? Mo Xiaoran sat in front of the table in Mu Chongya's line of sight, holding a steamed bun in each hand, she slowly ate it, not caring in the slightest about the sharp gaze that landed on her.

”You have a good appetite.”

”Thank you.”

”I wonder if you would still be able to eat if you know that the third generation of Xiao Menghan's ancestors were exposed to the world today. I wonder how many scientists would want to dissect such a valuable corpse? Oh, no, it's a living monster.”

As Mo Xiaoran ate the steamed buns, he took a bite of it. He was doing something very sacred and he didn't hear Mu Chongya's words at all.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of her eating alone.

Mu Chongya's eyes flashed as she raised her hand to slap her palm. One after another, it was very uniform and matched up with the frequency at which Mo Xiaoran chewed the bun.