Chapter 11: Natural Selection, Survival of the Fittest
The man lying on the soft floor in the private room looked at the conspiracy below, listened to Lan Nian's sigh, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips, the thin and cool smile made people feel cold, but with an irresistible elegance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
"In large families, this kind of thing is common. Natural selection, survival of the fittest. That's the truth. The man didn't care.
In the long and narrow phoenix eyes, there is no pity and no sympathy.
And here, as soon as the man's words fell, the phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the inky black eyes flashed with interest.
Lan Nian saw the man looking downstairs like this, and he couldn't help but look at it, but he didn't find anything abnormal.
He dared to swear that he had seen interest in the eyes of this cold-hearted man just now! This was a look he had never seen since he was a child!
In fact, it wasn't that Lan Nian didn't see it, but that Mo Jiuqing's movements downstairs were too fast, and even the man only saw it for a moment.
Mo Jiuqing leaned sideways on the chair, as if he was tired of watching a play and rested, his slender and slender fingers twisted up the object in his pocket, as fast as lightning, and the object was thrown to the destination accurately.
This kind of action is familiar as if it has been done thousands of times, without a trace of mistake or hesitation.
The slightly narrowed eyes, with a confident and proud streamer, and the slightly hooked corners of the lips with a sneering smile, such a contradictory expression made the man in the attic slightly distracted.
"Heh... It turns out that there are still some skills... Little fox—" The man smiled lowly, with an unfathomable dullness, but like the low and luxurious when the cello was played.
Mo Jiuqing's series of actions were just the blink of an eye, doing all this, leaning lazily on the chair again, just waiting for the show to be staged.
"Bang!" the gongs and drums sounded, Mo Wanwan and Wang Ziqian glanced at each other, and they both nodded.
"Oops!" Wang Ziqian's exclamation voice actually overshadowed the sound of gongs and drums.
Wang Ziqian's exclamation also interrupted the crowd watching the play, and everyone turned their eyes to look here.
Mo Jiuqing hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and a good show was staged.
"What's wrong with Ziqian?" Mo Wanwan saw Wang Ziqian's exclamation, turned her head and asked puzzled.
Wang Ziqian stood up, almost rummaged through her pockets, and finally looked at Mo Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, the jade pendant that my father gave me is gone! That jade pendant was begged for me by my father in the Jokhang Temple!"
When Mo Wanwan heard this, she also showed a shocked look and said, "How could it be gone?
Looking at the performance of the two, Mo Jiuqing said lightly: "Exaggeration." ”
Except for the man in the private room, no one heard this disdainful evaluation.
The people who watched the play were more or less well-known in the imperial capital, so they naturally knew the identity of Mo Jiuqing and his party, and most of them watched with the mentality of watching the play, and no one stepped forward to help.
"Yes, I wore that jade pendant today, and it was obviously still there just now, why did it disappear after a while!? Who stole my jade pendant!" Wang Ziqian said anxiously.
"Ziqian, don't worry, think about it, who you approached at the beginning, and when did the jade pendant disappear. Another official lady stepped forward and said as if soothingly.
Mo Jiuqing sat lazily on the chair and watched this farce with a smile.
"Yes, Ziqian, think about it again. Mo Wanwan also echoed, and glanced at Mo Jiuqing as she spoke.
Wang Ziqian thought for a while in annoyance, and muttered: "Before I saw Wanwan just now, my jade pendant was still there, but when we came in later, I stood next to Jiuqing for a while, and then sat down to watch the play, and the jade pendant was gone." ”
Although her voice was small, it was enough for everyone watching the play in the silent theater to hear it.
And after everyone listened to Wang Ziqian's words, they all turned their eyes to Mo Wanwan and Mo Jiuqing.
Looking at Mo Wanwan with scrutinizing eyes, it made Mo Wanwan a little unnatural, but when she thought that the good show waiting for the meeting was enough to make Mo Jiuqing ruined, Mo Wanwan couldn't suppress her excitement.