72, The wolf is not easy to provoke (the second one is even more)

  The next morning at 8 o'clock.

  Qin Ya knocked on the door, and Meng Cui just woke up from her dream. She suddenly sat up, slapped herself on the forehead. How could she sleep so soundly last night that she even forgot there was a white wolf in the room!

  Quickly turn your head to look at the white wolf. The guy was curled up in the corner of the wall, lying on the big cushion she had given him before, sleeping soundly. His two front legs were wrapped around the cushion, his small chin was stretched forward, and he was sleeping so adorably.

  Qin Ya was worried all night, fearing that "Da Bai Gou" would harm her daughter, so she came to knock on the door early this morning. Mo Cui understood her mother's concern and quickly got up to open the door for her mother.

  She actually had a faint feeling that something was wrong, but she was in a hurry to open the door and didn't have time to look in the mirror.

  As soon as the door opened, Qin Ya was shocked and stared with her eyes wide open, covering her mouth and pointing at Mo Yan's head, "You, you, what's wrong with you?"

  "Huh?" Meng Chuan's brain was a mess, he couldn't get a grip on things, and hastily ran to the mirror -

  "Ah——, ahhhhh!" Mochen stared at herself in the mirror, clenched her fists and let out a loud shriek!

  Is that her in the mirror? The facial features are hers, but how did two antennae stand up on her head! It's just like a humanoid insect from a science fiction movie! Ahhh!

  Her hair, incredibly, had two strands standing upright on her head, one on each side!

  Qin Ya stared at her daughter suspiciously, "What happened to you last night? You've always been a light sleeper, but I've never seen you like this before."

  The cicada could only awkwardly laugh, "Maybe it was just a nightmare and I went crazy, grabbing my hair from both sides, and that's how it ended up like this."

  Qin Ya could only smile helplessly, "Hurry up and wash your face. I'll go downstairs to buy some breakfast."

  The sharp cry of the cicada woke up the white wolf, who was sleeping soundly. It slowly opened its eyes and lazily yawned. The icy blue gaze glanced at the cicada with erect antennae, only to turn away uninterested after a brief glance. As if it didn't understand why the foolish woman was screaming so loudly, nor was it pleased that she had disturbed its good sleep over such a trivial matter.

  It made a face at it, and the cicada understood, couldn't help but also make a face back. Thinking to itself, you little beast, do you understand human emotions?

  Qin Ya anxiously pulled on the reins, lowering her voice, "Don't provoke it... silly girl, you actually let it sleep on the ground last night without even tying a rope around it?"

  Misty cicada smiled foolishly, "Mom, I really forgot, hehe. But I'm not afraid of it either, it's already hurt so badly, where does it have the energy to make trouble?"

  Qin Ya finally felt at ease and turned around to open the door and go downstairs.

  The guy who was determined to be too weak to cause trouble snorted disdainfully through his nose.

  Idiot.

  Moth didn't bother with it, and went out to wash her face and change her clothes. When washing her hair, she pressed down on the two "antennae" with some force, and her hands felt a slight stickiness, as if they had been applied with hair gel. Moth was slightly stunned, thinking that she had gone out with her hair loose after washing it last night;

  Because she was thinking about the white wolf in the room, peeking at her every minute without mosaic, so she was a bit flustered and forgot to blow-dry her hair, let alone spray any styling products on it.

  For such "messy" hair, how can it become so soft and bouncy in style?

  But more importantly, what is that sticky stuff that can hold hair up?

  Can't help but think back to elementary school days, there was a "Little Shanghai" in our class. He got this nickname not because he's from Shanghai, but because since he was little, his dressing style had a bit of a Shanghai flair, especially with his slicked-back hair, just like Zhou Libo who later became famous for his "Shanghai-style humor".

  At that time, Mo Ze had also guessed with the girls how his hair could still be so smooth and shiny after the big wind in spring. How much hairspray did he need to spray to create such a hairstyle!

  A girl revealed that it was not just the hair gel's credit - she saw "Little Shanghai" spitting two mouthfuls of saliva onto his palm in the bicycle shed, and then applying the saliva to his hair...

  This matter was so disgusting that it couldn't be recalled under the bright moon, but it vividly reminded Mochen of saliva's extra function - Mochen stared at herself in the mirror, watching as her face turned whiter and whiter.

  Pfft! Definitely got it wrong, definitely won't be like this!

  She was alone in the room, could she have sleepwalked at midnight and licked her hair into this state? Besides, how can a person's tongue reach their own hair, even standing on a ladder it's not enough!

  But a more cruel fact slammed a big hammer on her forehead - there was also a white wolf in her room!

  Wolf, that is the ancestor of dog, and also like a dog, it is best at sticking out its big tongue to lick east and west.

  Misty returned to her room with a gloomy face, and as soon as she saw the white wolf, she felt a surge of anger - but she didn't know where to vent it.

  Why bother talking reason with it, or even scolding it? It can't understand!

  Meng Yan was so angry that he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the phone and dialed Mo Xiu's number. "Master, stop wasting my time! Hurry up and bring Mo Ye over here, NOW!"

  When beating a dog, one must consider its master. Since she couldn't defeat the white wolf, or rather, didn't have the confidence to win against a male wolf, then she should take it out on the white wolf's master instead!

  It doesn't matter how you put it, the fact is that Mo Xie is not around right now and can't answer the phone.

  "Master, don't bother arguing with me! Do you think I'm afraid of your wooden fish and chanting?!" Mozhen was really furious. "He's not around right now? Fine, go find him for me, and make sure he answers my call today!"

  On the other end of the phone, Mo Xiang was almost in tears. She thought to herself, "He's right next to you, where am I supposed to find him to answer the phone?"

  Meng Cicada sneered, "Master, you're something else! Are you not going to help with this matter? Fine, we'll meet again when school starts in September!"

  Mò Jiǎo hung up the phone, and on the other side, Mò Chóu hastily glanced at the calendar - September 1st had suddenly turned into a bloody red, with bright red ** flowing down along that number.

  The white wolf stood idly by, watching the scene with an air of nonchalance, a faint glimmer occasionally flashing in his icy blue eyes as he carefully avoided being discovered by Mochen.

  As a "Husky", it knows better than to get involved when humans are angry.

  The cicada couldn't get relief, so he dialed the phone again for Mo Yan, also to ask Mo Yan to help find Mo Xie.

  It wasn't until then that she discovered she had Mo Xiu, Mo Yan, San Shu Gong, and even Green Ant's phone number... but only Mo Xie's was missing. Was she really such a careless person, careless to the point of missing just one person's phone number?

  She certainly understood that it wasn't a careless thing. Rather, she had been deliberately avoiding everything related to Mo Xie; as if hoping that since she didn't have Mo Xie's phone number, after leaving Qingyan and returning to her own life, she would naturally have a reason not to contact him again.

  Why bother to cover up and make it more conspicuous?

  Mo Yan indeed was more straightforward than Mo Qiu, directly telling Meng Cui that Lu Yi was ill and Mo Xie had gone to accompany him. Mo Yan chuckled over the phone, "Even if you're anxious to find him, it's probably not convenient to disturb them at this time, right?"

  Mo Xu had just spoken to Mo Yan on the phone and immediately notified him, knowing that Mo Yan would definitely look for her. Mo Yan thought of this reason.

  The cicada fell silent, and the countless sparks that had risen in her heart were all extinguished one by one.

  She's really something, even if she was really worried that Bai Lang licked her hair last night, but it's not necessary to go to such great lengths to find Mo Xie.

  Was she really in such a hurry to call him, and had nothing to do with her hairstyle last night?

  "Uh, yeah, Wen Hao you're right. I'm outta here, haha."

  Meng Cai was about to hang up the phone, but Mo Yan's voice followed her faintly, "Chong, after being apart for so many days, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

  Meng Zhen was speechless and realized that she had been too rude, using Mo Yan as a tool without even asking about his well-being.

  "Brother Wen Hao, I'm sorry..." Mochen hastily took out her cute expression to beg for mercy, "It's all my fault, I was just busy thinking about finding Little Xie to fight with. Brother Wen Hao is the best person, he definitely won't stoop to my level, right?"

  Mo Yan could only lift his eyebrows and smile, "Little girl."

  "Hey, I called you 'Wen Hao Gege' twice, and you really got used to it, didn't you! Let me tell you seriously, just like I told Mo Xie before: I'm older than both of you two, so I'm your elder sister; joking aside, don't think you can be impolite to me!"

  As she spoke, she suddenly thought of the time when Mo Xie said that during the character test. Mo Xie retorted that he was older than her, and when she pressed him for an answer, his face turned red, his eyelashes drooping down, saying "I'm taller than you!"

  Mò Yán quickly gathered his thoughts, let out a light sigh and said, "Mo Yan, have you been doing alright these days? What day is the school registration? How's your preparation going?"

  "Which day's ticket did you buy? I'll go pick you and Mo Xiang up?"

  He went on and on, saying a lot of things, all in the tone of an elder advising university freshmen. Later on, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh, "Little sister, you're not my aunt, you sound just like my mom..." Only then did Meng Zhen stop talking, looking quite embarrassed.

  "I just think that since you and Mo Xiang came all the way to D City, you're not familiar with the place, so I should play the host. " Mei Cui explained laboriously, "I went to Qingyan, you and Mo Xiang treated me so well, of course I want to repay your kindness."

  "Chong," Mo Yan said, interrupting the cicada's chatter, "I hope you'll be good to me. Not as repayment, nor as a landlord's favor. You understand, don't interrupt."

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  Mo Yan is starting to make his move, Little Demon, can you hold on? The third update is coming soon.