Mr. Mo is stubborn, always has his own ideas, and will be very stubborn when he has set the basic position and views and ways to deal with them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, adhering to the creed of "there is no free lunch in the world", Mr. Mo decided to let Nanxi pay the rent, although it was only about half of Nanxi's meager salary, but it still attracted Xiaoqiu and Yu Penglai to look at the garbage for a long time. Mr. Mok is strangely principled in this regard.

After a few chaotic nights, Mr. Mo finally officially returned to a calmer night life, which means that he went out again at night.

Although the "game" in Duan Yanshan's mouth gave Mr. Mo a sense of crisis, he didn't feel that he could avoid it, so he simply put it behind him, what should he do, in other words, Mr. Mo planned to break the jar.

Perhaps because of the autumn wind, the clouds in the sky were torn to pieces and twisted into smoke floc, and the cold moonlight sprinkled from them, mixed with the light of the street lamps, and the light and shadow were mottled in secluded places.

Smack-

On a sparsely populated road, a street lamp was hit by a stone, and with the sound of glass breaking, it was completely darkened.

Mr. Mo, who threw the stone from a considerable distance, nodded with satisfaction, and sure enough, it was still more comfortable to live without heart and lungs.

Perhaps, only such solitude is the most wonderful thing in the world, right? There are no complicated interpersonal relationships to deal with, no difficult life problems to face, simple, thoughtless, and nothing.

Walking along the path by the river, humming a strange tune, Mr. Mo unknowingly came to Nanxi's usual fishing place again.

Anyway, Nanxi is really stupid, why do you want to go fishing? Is it just because I picked up a broken fishing rod that I stupidly came up with the idea of fishing and eating meat?

Mr. Mo was a little unable to understand Nanxi's thinking circuit, and there were obviously many other options, such as catching a certain cat and cooking it.

But now that he is here, Mr. Mo wants to go to Lan Xiange to shake it again, not to see Lan Xiange or anything, just to see if there is a chance to block the tricolor cat, Mr. Mo is really murderous towards him!

Following the road with a vague impression, Mr. Mo spent a little time and walked around to the wide courtyard of Lan Xian Ge's house. Of course, the position that Mr. Mo walked to was still the same position that he had entered after chasing False Meow before.

Mr. Mo didn't plan to go to the main entrance, so he followed the path he had walked before. The gray hoodie that Mr. Mo is used to wearing at night is still very helpful for hiding his figure, at least in a dark position, Mr. Mo does not have to worry about being discovered from a distance.

Unlike the unusually deserted last time he came, there were still a lot of servants in the Lan Xian Ge family's house tonight, so Mr. Mo, who didn't come in by the right way, didn't dare to mess around, but just cautiously probed his brain outside the room where a lot of origami was placed to observe the situation inside.

Maybe Mr. Mo's previous guess was right, the gap in the floor-to-ceiling window of this room was really specially left to facilitate the entry and exit of the virtual meow, and it still exists tonight.

After listening intently outside the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, Mr. Mo had basically confirmed that there was no one inside, so he wanted to open the curtain and sneak in.

But...... As soon as he stretched out his hand, Mr. Mo felt that something was wrong, obviously he was just coming over to see if he would run into the tricolor cat, purely to see luck, why did he unconsciously have the idea of touching it!?

Thinking like this, Mr. Mo's face gradually sank, and the movements at hand were also retracted.

Tut!

The Void Meow, who was lurking in a corner, couldn't help but let out a small snort, obviously very dissatisfied with the situation.

Under the suppression of Dazun, the effect of the immortal magic acting on Mr. Mo became weaker and weaker, and it was estimated that it would be completely ineffective after a while.

But......

Hmmm――

The curtains were abruptly opened, and Mr. Mo's figure was unabashedly exposed to the light.

The immortal magic used on others has not been weakened in the slightest!

The bright light made Mr. Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes and frown. Lowering his head slightly, Mr. Mo wanted to take a closer look at the figure squatting on the ground in front of him.

It must be mentioned here that the lighting in this room is very pitiful, not the usual set in the center of the ceiling, but evenly distributed in the high places of the surrounding walls, creating a shadowless indoor effect, so that Mr. Mo could not tell if there was anyone behind him by the shadows on the curtains before.

Although he was discovered, Mr. Mo was not panicked at all, and he did not feel panicked at all when he trespassed on the house and was found on the spot.

Mr. Mo thinks that there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by explaining and communicating, and if it doesn't work to explain once, then explain twice, and in addition, fist is also a very good way to explain.

Therefore, Mr. Mo, who felt that he could find a reason to come here no matter what, did not get confused because he was discovered, but looked at the person in front of him with great interest.

Squatting in front of him happened to be Lan Xiange, this subtle coincidence made Mr. Mo have to think of some bad things, but Lan Xiange's outfit today makes Mr. Mo even more interested!

What catches my eye is a big white straw hat with a strong sense of presence, paper, with paper lace overlapped on the top, and one or two butterfly-shaped origami inserted on it, the style is extremely exquisite, and below it is Lan Xiange's pretty face with a shocked expression, wearing a pure white dress, and the soft figure is just right to highlight, but limited to the posture, Mr. Mo did not see clearly.

What Mr. Mo cares about the most is that Lan Xiange is holding a handful of paper roses, interspersed with eight colors, with complex styles, from the first bloom to the full bloom, different beautiful postures are presented together, and the paper roses that are delicate like works of art silently bloom with their thrilling beauty.

Mr. Mo has a slight headache, because the flower language of roses is very complex, and different flower colors and different flower numbers represent different meanings. Although Mr. Mo likes to read some messy books, and there are strange references to roses, Mr. Mo has no intention of writing them down at all, so he has some vague impressions of the stranger ones, such as seventeen flowers representing desperate and irreparable love or something.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo couldn't help but count the number of paper roses.

Belch! Sixteen, Mr. Mo doesn't know what the meaning of this number is, but ...... Can Lan Xiange really think of origami roses according to the language of flowers? Mr. Mok questioned this.

Not to mention the color, except for black, Lan Xiange probably pinned all the good wishes on it, right? The meaning of quantity may not be cared about, and most people only pay attention to special numbers such as ninety-nine, and as for the featureless numbers such as more than a dozen, let it die.

As a result, Mr. Mo made a song of Lan Xian and folded sixteen evenly matched paper roses just for the right beauty.

However, if Mr. Mo is not mistaken, paper roses also have meanings such as love that never withers.