Chapter 165: When is Mo Yan Xingchen (3)

"Alas, Xingchen Ghost, you really look so stupid, no wonder Xinglong said you are a lonely guy." Mo Yan jumped in front of Xingchen and looked down at Xingchen, although he was as big as Xingchen, he was five or six centimeters taller than Xingchen.

Xingchen seemed to be very unhappy with Mo Yan's self-righteous appearance, but he didn't say anything, but made a move that Mo Yan didn't expect - Xingchen stretched out his hand full of persimmon juice and gently put it on Mo Yan's somewhat pale cyan clothes, and then wiped Mo Yan's clothes very calmly.

"You!" Mo Yan stretched out and pointed to Xingchen's nose.

"Don't thank me." Xingchen snorted softly.

Mo Yan wanted to take a step forward and hugged Xingchen and then rubbed it on Xingchen, leaving Xingchen in a daze, and smiled with satisfaction: "You don't have to thank me!"

Xingchen shook his lips and looked at Mo Yan angrily, and began to calculate Mo Yan's numerology - he had better change Mo Yan's numerology to a mess.

However, Xingchen, who wanted to deduce Mo Yan's numerology, suddenly took a step back, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

When Mo Yan saw such a star, he showed a mocking expression: "Dwarf oil, dwarf oil, it seems that you want to calculate my numerology~ It's a pity, do you know why Xinglong wants to bring me back? It is precisely because Xinglong can't calculate my numerology that you are as stupid as him."

"Impossible!" Xingchen looked incredulous: "No one's numerology can't be calculated!"

"Oh~You can continue to try~" Mo Yan raised his head slightly: "I will live here until you can come out with my numerology, but I'm afraid you can't be deduced in this life, you annoying self-righteous stinky little devil~"

Xingchen wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of his lips, and no longer had any angry expression, just looked at Mo Yan calmly, and said in a declarative tone: "I will let you know who is the self-righteous stinky little ghost!"

Mo Yan shrugged his shoulders in disapproval.

In the evening, meal time......

"Wow~ I asked for a scent from a long distance." Mo Yan appeared happily in the living room with a natural and familiar look, and then walked out with an iron-black star.

"Yan'er, you've already met Chen'er." Xinglong looked at Mo Yan with a smile.

Mo Yan waved his hand helplessly, but with a sly smile on his face: "Yes, Brother Chen is very friendly, and he still asks to eat persimmons."

Xingchen felt his eyelids twitch.

Xinglong seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't say anything, but the corners of his lips had a faint arc, but his expression seemed very kind: "Come, Yan'er, say hello to your Aunt Wanrong."

Mo Yan saw the delicate woman, smiling very cute and sweet, especially the appearance of the old woman who liked it, walked up to Wanrong, and said with a happy smile: "Uncle Xinglong said that his family is a very gentle, virtuous, beautiful and moving lady, I didn't believe it yet~ Now that I see it, I know that Uncle Xinglong is a liar at all~ Aunt Wanrong is not only beautiful, but she is simply beautiful~"

What woman doesn't like others to praise herself, let alone such a child, who makes people feel like a cute child who is telling the truth at first glance.

Wanrong smiled faintly and said gently: "Yan'er, your mouth is so sweet, it's like touching honey."

Mo Yan shook his head and pretended to be naïve and said, "I was just shocked by Aunt Wanrong's temperament, and what she said was the truth."