However, the phone kept ringing for a long time and he didn't answer it.

For the last time, his handsome face sank and he picked up the call impatiently.

"Yan, why don't you answer the phone?" There was a soft female voice on the other end of the phone, with a little bit of anger mixed in.

"I'm not free. If you have anything, just tell me." Jiang Shengyan said coldly.

"Yan, what's wrong with you?" Mo Xiaoqi asked worriedly, and the coquettishness just now weakened a lot, "Did I disturb you?"

"I just want to remind you not to forget to wear the clothes I brought you tomorrow." Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Xiaoqi continued.

"It's nothing, I'll hang up." After Jiang Shengyan said that, he hung up the phone. A light quickly flashed in his evil eyes, which was bright and mysterious.

Mo Xiaoqi put away the phone, her legs softened slightly, and she suddenly fell down on the side of the white princess bed. A lot of worries appeared on her beautiful and princess-like face, and she muttered to herself, "Did Feilan remind me?"

Is it true?"

How come she never noticed any difference between Yan and Xiao Min before?

However, since Xiao Min appeared today, his whole person has become different. Although she can't tell whether it is for this reason, it is just different...

Suddenly, her fists tightened and she tightly grasped the mobile phone beside her.

No! She is not as stupid as Fei Lan! She always knows how to strike first and gain the upper hand!

Around dawn, after several loud rumblings, a military helicopter stopped smoothly on the flat land near a large grassland.

A dozen heavily armed special forces soldiers quickly jumped out of the cabin. Although each of their steps was a little heavy, their faces showed expressions of joy after victory.

Feng Zhaoyong walked in the front. He was dressed in dust, but his handsome face looked full of energy, and his sharp black eyes seemed to be expecting something.

The mission was successfully completed, and everyone was ready to go back to their respective units.

At this time, a soldier with a bandage on his arm hurried to the front and gave a military salute directly to Feng Zhaoyong with a solemn and solemn expression, "Comrade Colonel, thank you for your life-saving grace. I owe you once."

"

During the mission, the two men were assigned to a group, and he was unfortunately shot in the arm during the final battle. Although it was not serious, it seriously affected the battle. At the critical moment, it was Feng Zhaoyong who saved him.

"It's a shame to say this. We are all Chinese soldiers. How can we abandon our comrades? Am I right, Zhaoyong?" Feng Zhaoyong nodded lightly and signaled to the person opposite, no.

When he opened his mouth, Tang Tianlin spoke first.

Then, Feng Zhaoyong rolled his eyes at Tang Tianlin, glanced at Tang Tianlin's slightly bruised legs, and said teasingly: "There's so much nonsense, why don't you get more injured!"

Immediately, he turned his face and said to the major: "We are brothers who live and die together, so you don't need to pay too much attention to these things." After saying that, he returned the salute to him, his movements were firm and free.

Tang Tianlin glared at him angrily several times and said in a depressed voice, "You are afraid that I will delay your meeting with your little wife."

"Haha... Tianlin, are you envious and jealous again?" At this time, the people in the team began to make noises again.

Suddenly, everyone started laughing and mingling again, as if the life and death experience they had experienced in the past few days had never existed.

This is the Chinese soldier! A good man with strong bones!

Afterwards, a group of people dispersed, and because they belonged to different troops, many immediately embarked on their return journey.

Feng Zhaoyong did not follow his subordinates back to Military Region A. After explaining a few things, he left directly in another direction...

The next day, early in the morning, Luo Weiran and Tang Xiaomin simply packed up their things, each changed into a set of black plain clothes, and then called a taxi to go to the funeral site.

The Mo family is one of the largest families in Yuncheng. It has been around for several generations since the Republic of China. Most of the Mo family members are engaged in education, and they are a well-known scholarly family in Yuncheng.

Only Mo Xiaoqi's father chose to join business and run a top five-star hotel in Yuncheng.

Therefore, in order to highlight the prestige of the Mo family, the mourning hall is located in the largest banquet hall on the first floor of the hotel.

When they arrived, there were already many expensive and luxurious cars parked outside the hotel. The scene looked quite spectacular!

Those who came to express their condolences were all dressed in black formal attire, and their actions showed respect and memory for the owner.

Luo Weiran and Tang Xiaomin were walking side by side. Suddenly, Tang Xiaomin stopped and held Luo Weiran's hand with trembling fingers.

Luo Weiran knew that she was nervous and a little scared, but more of it was hurt.

So, he patted her hand, held her tightly, and led her forward.

After entering the hotel gate and at the entrance of the mourning hall, they were blocked by someone.

"Miss, you are not allowed in without showing an invitation letter." A bodyguard in black stretched out his arm.

Tang Xiaomin didn't say a word, as if he had expected this situation all along, and his eyes quickly turned gloomy.

The arrogance in Luo Weiran's heart suddenly rose, "We are the family members of the deceased, why can't we enter?"

Invitation letter? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. This Mo family really knows how to show off!

After Luo Weiran finished speaking, he wanted to take Tang Xiaomin and go straight in, but was blocked by two people at the door at the same time.

Suddenly, the scene froze there.

At this time, a clear and sarcastic voice suddenly came over.

"Hey, who do I think this is?" The voice became closer and closer, and the figure became clearer and clearer.

A girl wearing a black skirt and a small white flower on her head walked over. Based on her appearance, she looked more similar to Tang Xiaomin than Mo Xiaoqi.

Luo Weiran knew in her heart that this was probably the half-sister, Mo Xiaoya, whom Tang Xiaomin had mentioned to her.

But looking at her face, she really couldn't afford this name. Her whole person gave people an arrogant and unreasonable look!

"Mo Xiaoya, I don't want to quarrel with you. After paying homage to my father, I will leave." At this moment, Tang Xiaomin suddenly felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and his whole body became tense.

"Tang Xiaomin, are you kidding me?" Mo Xiaoya glanced at her, snorted coldly, and then laughed sarcastically, "Don't forget, our surname is Mo, and your surname is Tang. What's wrong with the people inside?

Maybe it’s your dad?”

"And..." She suddenly changed the topic and pointed at the two bodyguards at the door, "Are you here just for free food? She is allowed in by all kinds of idlers. What a waste! Remember, you must not do anything when you see her.

put in!"

"Who said my sister is just a bastard?" Suddenly, a calm but angry voice sounded, shocking everyone present...

Guess who comes to the rescue? Darlings, please continue to support, okay...
Chapter completed!