The boss smiled again: "Don't talk about anything else, these two people are the characters of our capital Sanmei, with tens of millions of admirers, and now this is more popular, and I will start selling it, I am also selling a hot spot, and it may not be a popular method after a while." We can't keep up with the times. ”

"......" Wu Moqi said, boss, you are so bad!

When she looked at Yuan Qiaowen's sad expression, she probably knew that this Xiaoni was probably a member of the Lisheng League......

patted her on the shoulder, Wu Moqi didn't know what she was feeling in her heart.

Sweet, sour, spicy and salty......

In the end, Wu Moqi still asked the boss if he had a script for the biography of Mo Wu Shuangxia, and after the boss was looking for him, he still found it.

Wu Moqi had to sigh that the world was hot and cold, and the legend of Mo Wu's Shuangxia, which was once popular all over Daxun, ended up like this.

In fact, the boss no longer rumored about Ning Shaoli and her, and said that she felt a little uncomfortable when the two of them fell apart.

It's been so long, and Ning Shaoli and they really haven't had any contact at all.

But she is still practicing the internal skills that Ning Shaoli gave her.

Such a dull and peaceful day is not what Wu Moqi wants at all.

Daxun is now in chaos like this, and the king's spirit has weakened, obviously it is the best time to overthrow this dynasty, but Ning Shaoli has not moved.

In her previous life, she was used to being an active person, but for some reason she couldn't take a step in this life.

I don't know what I'm afraid of, disappointed? Or once again I thought too much, everything before was fake.

She is a person who loves to drill the tip of the horns, and she is the kind who can't get out of the horns.

So she thought that if he didn't come to her, she wouldn't have to go to him.

Many times she had restrained her habit of wanting to go to him.

Endure it, it seems that you are used to it.

After paying the boss, Wu Moqi pulled Yuan Qiaowen out.

"You're from the Rausch Fence League?" Wu Moqi raised her eyebrows and asked her.

Yuan Qiaowen's eyes lit up slightly: "Mo Qi, do you also know about the Lisheng League?" ”

…… More than just knowing.

"I just saw that there was a written word on it." Wu Moqi hurriedly explained. Seeing that Yuan Qiao's mood was not very beautiful, she said without words: "Don't say it, Wu Mosheng and I are still a little similar!" ”

Despised himself in his heart, Wu Moqi twitched the corners of his mouth and said: "You approach me and like me, won't it be because I look like your male god." ”

"I didn't ...... Nothing! Although Yuan Qiaowen said no, her cheeks were indeed slightly pink.

Wu Moqi had a plan in his heart, so he lowered his head and pretended to be very sad: "It seems that I am just someone's stand-in." ”

Yuan Qiaowen's original depression in her heart was not much left, and she hurriedly went to comfort Wu Moqi and said, "Originally, there were indeed these reasons in it...... But ......"

Wu Moqi suddenly covered his ears sadly with a look of "I don't listen, I don't listen".

"Mo Qi, you believe me, what I said is true! I've been with you for so long, and I have deep feelings, even if Wu Mosheng himself stands in front of me, I will definitely choose you! ”

Wu Moqi raised his teary eyes and asked, "Really?" ”

Yuan Qiaowen didn't dare to make Wu Moqi sad anymore, and hurriedly said, "Yes!" ”

Wu Moqi showed a hint of a smile.

Yuan Qiaowen let out a long sigh of relief, and her original sadness because of Ning Shaoli and Wu Mosheng was somehow swept away.