"It's always been like this." Uncle Luo has always ground the coffee, so what's the difference?

Thinking of something, Long Qingye was annoyed, "I'm asking you, answer me quickly!"

Mo Chaodong woke up from a dream, "What happened?"

His patience was exhausted, "How much have you found out about the background of the head of Tumi Sect?" This is the last time.

"You mean Tumimen? I only found out that his name is Pu Luo, and he is a legitimate citizen of the United States."

A good citizen? He hides his identity very well.

"Puluo? Do you have a picture of him?"

"It's pretty good that I can find out his name, but there are no photos!"

Not knowing the other person's appearance is a very difficult matter. If it's a friend, forget it. If it's an enemy, it has to attract Long Qingye's attention.

After a while, the cup was turned upside down. Mo Chaodong drank it all, not even a drop was left. "I'm leaving."

"No." They are like brothers. It is very common for Mo Chaodong to visit the house. He can come and leave whenever he wants.

Downstairs, Uncle Luo opened the door to see off the guests. Mo Chaodong waved to Uncle Luo, "Uncle Luo, your coffee skills are getting better and better!"

"If I can get into Master Mo's mouth, I will be satisfied." Uncle Luo is right. Mo Chaodong is famous for his tricky mouth. The saltiness of the food slightly exceeds his standards. Regardless of the hardships of the chef, he just opens the mouth.

table.

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Mo got into the car facing east and didn't notice the person on the lawn who was dear to his heart.

Roland squatted in the haystack, looking for the grass tips that had just emerged.

Her ointment requires a dye. Fresh grass buds contain more juice and are most suitable for use as a dye. The lawn of Yunhua Pavilion has never been sprayed with pesticides, so it will not cause any harm to the body.

She stood up, her waist was so sore, she hammered her waist, and then fiddled with the tips of the grass sprouts in the bowl. It was almost done, that was enough.

She lifted her legs and was about to leave, when a figure stood in front of her.

Roland was stunned, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and the tips of the grass sprouts spilled out and spread on the ground.

How could it be him?

The man stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her to make sure that what was in front of him was not an illusion.

Roland pushed his hand away and said, "Sir, please give way."

The man murmured, "Lan Lan, is it really you?" If he hadn't turned around, would he never have known that she was back?

He behaved calmly and said, "Sir, you have the wrong person."

"Impossible, I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes." Mo Chaodong didn't believe it. This was Lan Lan, his Lan Lan.

Roland didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he picked up a few grass sprout tips and swept them into the bowl.

Go around him and walk straight away.

Mo Chaodong hugged her from behind, "Lan Lan, don't leave. Do you know I miss you so much?"

Unable to break free from the restraints on his waist, Roland twisted his body and sarcastically said, "Mo Chaodong, you have so many women, it's my turn to think of you, your words really flatter me!"

"It's true, Lan Lan, are you okay?"

"Everywhere is paradise without you, let go!" Roland scolded him.

Mo Chaodong really let go, "Lan Lan, I know that I..."

Roland slapped her with his backhand, and five bright red finger prints appeared on Mo Chaodong's charming face, which showed her great strength.

"Mo Chaodong, don't mention what happened back then. This is what I least want to hear. Now, we don't owe each other, so don't bother me again!"

Roland left angrily, leaving him alone and admiring himself, repenting in the wind.

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Roland held the door behind him, tears streaming down his face. He knew he would see him, so why did he come back?
Chapter completed!