After Zhang's mother finished speaking, all the reporters were stunned, and they looked at the woman standing across the door inside, and only then did they notice her pale face. The thin body seems to fall down when the wind blows, and even the hair is a little fluffy, but it gives birth to a sickly beauty for no reason.

"I hope everyone believes in Roche and believes me, I will definitely be able to get Jingjing back......"

Her voice was extremely soft and hoarse, but it was clear to everyone's ears with the wind.

is obviously sick, but he is holding on to his body for this matter, and he still has to come out to face the media.

"It's cold outside, I can't bear to see you frozen outside for so long, if it weren't for you, what would Madame do when you came out sick?" Zhang's mother burst into tears as she spoke: "You just think about yourself, have you considered my wife's feelings?" Her friend is missing, and she is the saddest thing to do! But you're still going to be aggressive here. ”

"Mama Zhang...... Stop it. Mu Shaohan spoke weakly at the right time, and even coughed twice.

"Let's come in and have a cup of tea to warm up, Uncle Wang, open the door."

After Mu Shaohan said this, he turned around and entered the house, leaving everyone with a poignant and beautiful back.

Standing outside, they looked at each other, and they all felt some guilt for a while.

And the door that was open in front of them, which they had just wanted to cross, was now wide open, but none of them took a step.

Back in the house, Mu Shaohan went straight to the second floor, she sat in front of the dresser and looked in the mirror to remove her makeup, Zhang's mother watched her holding bottles and cans in her hands for a long time, and finally didn't understand, so she simply talked about it just now.

"Ma'am, how was my performance? Is there that kind of momentum that is not chaotic in the face of danger? ”

Mu Shaohan picked up the makeup towel and gently wiped her face, and replied to her casually: "You take out your momentum, a bit like Mama Rong, now you lack a crape myrtle for you to tie." ”

Mother Zhang was instantly unhappy when she heard this: "I'm so old, madam, don't fool me, if you want me to say, just take it out with my kung fu, and I can get rid of this popular little fresh meat for several streets!" Now I'm old, and I think I was the famous corner of our film back then! ”

"Oh?" Mu Shaohan looked at the clean face in the mirror, smiled with satisfaction, and then turned to Zhang's mother with great interest: "I can't see it, Zhang's mother is actually from opera?" I just don't know what kind of play you're singing? ”

"In the past, I sang Peking opera, and I was from the Shang School."

"Shang Pai?"

"Master Zu is Shang Xiaoyun, the style follows the strong and graceful, the singing voice is relatively strong, the Peking Opera Danjiao is mainly divided into the four major schools of Meixun Cheng Shang, and I studied under the Shang School."

"I don't know much about the opera culture in our country, and now it sounds like you shouldn't be underestimated."

Zhang's mother smiled extremely embarrassedly: "It's the matter of the year, don't mention it." ”

"Then why don't you bring me one on the spot?" Mu Shaohan stood up, looking a little serious.

Zhang's mother didn't hesitate at all and said, "Madame wants to hear it, it's still okay." She thought for a while, "Then I'll sing you a play of "Zhaojun Out of the Plug"!" ”

As soon as the words fell, they were tuned, and the clear and healthy female voice was tactful and bold, not like the operas that Mu Shaohan had heard before, most of the warblers and Yanyan sang tactfully, this one was more full and strong, which was shocking.

The song has been finished, and Mu Shaohan has not been able to come back to his senses for a long time.

Zhang's mother was a little apprehensive in her heart, she hadn't sung for many years, could it be that she didn't sing well?

"Mama Zhang......" Mu Shaohan's expression was light, and Mama Zhang's heart became even more uneasy.

"I've heard the story of Zhaojun coming out of the plug since I was a child, but I didn't expect it to be sung in the Beijing dialect." Mu Shaohan had some tears in his eyes, and said with some sadness: "I've been thinking about one thing all along, when the Japanese celebrate the festival, they will wear kimonos, and when Koreans celebrate the festival, there are hanbok, but what about us?" Obviously there is a traditional culture with its own characteristics, but it is gradually forgotten by modern people, and this trend of worshipping foreign countries has lasted for many years, and I thought when I was in junior high school that if I could stand in the public eye one day in the future, I must let everyone know. She paused, curled her lips, and with a sincere smile on her face that she had not seen for a long time, she reverently said her innermost thoughts: "How rich is the traditional culture of our country. ”

At this moment, Mu Shaohan didn't pretend to anyone anymore, saying that she wanted everyone to see her face, and she wanted others to see her beautiful appearance.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man's panicked voice sounded: "Han'er! ”

Mu Shaohan, who was sad, was suddenly interrupted, frowned a little unhappily, and raised her eyes to look at the person who came, at this time, Zhang's mother also put away her emotions, opened the door and went out, and did not forget to bring the door when she left.

"You're not at work? How did you get back? ”

Luo Xiangyu stabilized his breath and slowed down his pace and walked over: "It's not a small courage, and you dare to deal with that group of reporters without anyone taking it." ”

His voice was unusually angry, but Mu Shaohan didn't seem to hear it, and said disapprovingly: "Mother Zhang and Uncle Wang are here, how can you call someone not to bring them?" ”

"It's too dangerous for you to do this, and you said I can solve it, so why bother showing this face?" Seeing that Mu Shaohan's attitude was not correct, he was even more angry, and his tone of voice was also a little cold.

Mu Shaohan frowned impatiently: "You're so annoying, you went all the way, and what are you talking about." She quieted down and asked in a low voice, "If I tell you the reason, will you divorce me?" ”

Luo Xiangyu shook his head with a dark face.

"Then there's no need to tell you!" Mu Shaohan's willow eyebrows were upside down, and he opened the door and pushed him out.

The man's big broad palms easily clamped her two tender white arms, pinched her wrists with one hand, and held her high above her head to press her against the wall.

The woman fell silent suddenly.

Luo Xiangyu lowered his head, and a dangerous light flashed in his black eyes: "You dare to drive me out?" ”

She was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Then I'll go." ”

"Don't go!"

The sudden roar made even Luo Xiangyu stunned.

He has always been gentle with Mu Shaohan, and his self-control is usually very good, and he rarely gets angry, but this woman has always mentioned divorce recently, which probably really annoys him.

Luo Xiangyu looked at the woman who was confined in her arms, she hung her head and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

He was a little flustered for a while, and lowered his voice and shouted, "Han'er? ”

The woman was just silent, and Luo Xiangyu hurriedly went to lift her chin.

Mu Shaohan raised her head obediently, and Luo Xiangyu saw the expression on her face clearly, like a stealing cat, with cute hair.

Luo Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief, the strength in his hand was also removed, he let go of the arm that restrained her, lowered his head and kissed Yanhong's lips lightly.

"Thank you......"

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but Mu Shaohan effortlessly caught it, and she raised her head arrogantly: "It's just a gesture." ”