Sphenoid bone

  Hong Chou magazine house, Xiao Hong was busy and exhausted, although she tried her best to make time for Meng Chuan, but still a bit distracted.

  Mò zhān's eyes were still like that, she should have taken her leave and gone, waiting for Xiao Hong to be free before asking about private matters; but she was captivated by the fabric and involuntarily followed Xiao Hong around.

  Xiao Hong's next task was to interview models. This kind of thing usually piqued the interest of girls, so Xiao Hong had Mo Cui accompany him to go take a look at the excitement.

  Those who can come to Xiaohong for an interview have all gone through a round of screening, so the girls waiting in the corridor are all slender and delicate, with soft bones and slender fingers.

  Just like the cover girls of "Good Friend" magazine have traveled through time and gathered here.

  "It's really beautiful." Meng Chuan said quietly to Xiao Hong.

  Little Red raised an eyebrow, "My eyesight is fine."

  Suddenly a figure flashed before their eyes. Mazhen and Xiaohong were both stunned, neither of them dared to believe their own eyes.

  Xiao Hong didn't dare move, and Mochen walked over and grasped the arm of that model candidate, "How did you get here?"

  The woman's slender eyebrows were slightly raised, her lips painted a deep red, and an air of classical elegance emanated from her very being, leaving onlookers breathless. Such beauty was impossible to ignore.

  It turned out to be green ants.

  Moye's unmarried wife is Green Ant, and Xiao Hong was already scared out of her wits when she saw Green Ant.

  It was the green ant who smiled calmly and said to Xiaohong, "You should do what you want to do, don't worry about me. If I perform well on the spot, you won't have any reason to brush me off; if I really perform poorly on the spot, I will be too ashamed to show my face, so I won't bother you and leave by myself."

  Xiao Hong nodded and followed her colleagues into the room.

  The green ant turned its gaze to the cicada, "I came to participate in the model selection of 'Red Embroidery' magazine, why can't I come?"

  The green ant said with a slight twist of her waist, "Even if I haven't received any professional catwalk training, taking a flat photo is still more than enough for me."

  The beauty of the green ant, naturally acknowledged by the cicada, "I just think that this model's opportunity is not so attractive to you, is it? You're here for Mo Xie."

  "You're right." The green ant was straightforward, "I came for him."

  The green ant sneered at the cicada, "You're really something, actually having the ability to lure him out of the mountain. Do you know that if it weren't for the urgent matter, he wouldn't easily leave Qingyan; and now, because of you, he's been disappearing every other day."

  The green ant suddenly closed its eyes, "... perhaps you will never understand how dangerous this is for him."

  "I know." Moxi lowered her head.

  He is a werewolf, and nothing else, just human curiosity can kill him thousands of times. People like Yeshusen have never given up searching for one that's still alive.

  And when he transformed into a white wolf, who was it that surrounded him and left him severely injured? The veterinarian said that was the one who wanted to kill him!

  "Do you know?" Green Ant sneered, "If you really knew, why didn't you stop him and let him return to Qingyan instead of staying in this human world!"

  The green ant rushed out of its mouth and only then realized it had misspoken, its willow eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  Mò Tiān let out a sigh, "No need to hide it anymore. I already know about this too."

  The green ant's face changed greatly, staring at Mochen, "......He told you?"

  Mò Tiān slowly smiled, "In your hearts, he is a king, a god, isn't he? Unfortunately, in my eyes, he's not. I'm the one who caught him by his tail, what's the big deal..."

  "You!" The green ant's face indeed turned green with rage.

  "Wintergreen ant."

  Just then, a magazine assistant called out her name, and Green Ant finally gave White Cicada a glance before walking towards the door with hatred.

  Foam cicada greeted the assistant and squeezed in. She made Green Ant's face turn green, she had to watch Green Ant perform abnormally, so that Little Red could brush away Green Ant and drive her back to Qingyan!

  Mò tiān entered the room and winked at Xiǎo Hóng, making gestures. Xiǎo Hóng saw this and her eyes darted back and forth between Lǜ yǐzi and Mò tiān several times, awkwardly nodding in response.

  As soon as he saw Xiao Hong's legs, Ma Chuan understood. As Xiao Hong's identity, he didn't dare to offend the green ant, so just now he was weighing which one was more unbearable between her and the green ant.

  But Mò Zhān had a plan in mind: she deliberately provoked the green ant, and when the green ant saw her following it again, it would definitely become even more abnormal. At that time, she could let the green ant leave with a clear conscience.

  But unexpectedly, the green ant's performance was not only normal, but also surprisingly good.

  The background music for the interview was Jin Diaozi Zhou Xun's "Night Shanghai", and even the playback device was an old-fashioned gramophone, spinning a black vinyl record. As the needle slid over the grooves, the tone of Old Shanghai came flooding in. With a slender waist and delicate steps, she opened her lotus-like feet, and with a flick of her wrist, she opened a golden silk fan... It was as if she were a calendar girl from Old Shanghai, transported through time.

  Including Xiaohong, several interviewers were stunned. Mo Chen hung his head in distress, knowing he was done for and couldn't get rid of the green ant anymore.

  The interview results will be announced in a few days, but Xiaohong has already told the truth, "I'm really sorry, even if I stopped them, those colleagues all passed unanimously."

  "It's nothing." Meng Chuan could only shake his head, "If she wants to come, let her come, I'm not afraid of her!"

  After finishing speaking, Meng Yan felt that it wasn't right and quickly denied it, "......I don't have anything good to argue with her about."

  Xiao Hong gave a "you really think I'd believe that" expression. Mo Ze gritted his teeth, "Looking for a fight?"

  Xiao Hong hesitantly probed, "......Today, Aunt suddenly arrived, I thought it was because Aunt had received the news beforehand and knew that Green Ant Maiden had come over here."

  Misty rolled her eyes, "Why should I care about her whereabouts? Is it necessary?"

  Xiao Hong looked at her with a "didn't I tell you" expression...

  The cicada was so ashamed that it got angry, turned around and left, "I'm leaving!"

  Xiao Hong smiled and quickly pulled Mu Yan, "Madam, what are you doing here today? I've finished my work, now it's your turn to speak."

  The cicada didn't bother with him about that "you old": "I almost forgot too - I came to ask you: have you seen Mo Yan in the past two days?"

  "Also, on the night of Zhongyuan Festival, Mo Xie almost transformed. In such an emergency, why didn't Mo Chou and Mo Yan come with you to Taiping Ward to help? Only you were jumping around making a commotion to help us escape?"

  Mò zhān's question hit the nail on the head, and with Xiǎo Hóng's level of understanding, she was left speechless.

  When he was like this, Meng Yan knew that she had involved herself in the crucial problem of the Wolf Clan again, the kind that Xiao Hong felt unqualified to answer. "Soft eggplant." Meng Yan pushed away Xiao Hong and walked out of the Red Embroidery Room.

  She thought for a moment, circling around was no match for directly hitting the boss. She then took out her phone and dialed Mo Xie's number.

  She really had no choice, otherwise she wouldn't have taken the initiative to contact him. It's really helpless, all being forced by Xiao Hong that soft eggplant, really...

  The phone connected, and she heard his breathing on the other end. She became flustered again, but blurted out a sentence that shouldn't be said: "The green ants have arrived!"

  "Is that so?" Mo Xie seemed to be smiling.

  "Actually, I wanted to ask: Do you know where Mo Yan is?"

  Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh: "You make a phone call, first say that Green Ant has arrived, and then ask about Mo Yan's whereabouts - huh, Bug, you always treat me like I'm transparent."

  No...

  The cicada, however, was speechless.

  The sunlight from the sky shone down on her, making her feel parched. After rummaging through her mind for a while, she managed to squeeze out another sentence: "I saw someone, and I thought she was a bit strange..."

  The cicada hadn't finished speaking when a voice came from beside him, with a hint of laughter, "Insect, you've come to find me, why not say it directly?"

  Misty cicada was startled and jumped up, turning her head and colliding directly with Mo Yan's black pupils.

  She turned her eyes again to look at the woman hanging in Mo Yan's arms - Meng Zhen almost fell to the ground with a thud.

  The woman had a slender waist, raven hair and red lips, with an air of classical elegance all over her - it was the cheongsam woman she had seen twice.

  In the scorching sun, she stood right in front of him, smiling at Mochen. Mochen saw clearly that under the sun, there was a curved shadow at her feet, as if drawn with ink.

  Misty cicada stared blankly at the phone and said, “...I was wrong. That person isn’t strange at all. Maybe I’m the strange one instead.”

  The girl's name is Hu Mengdie, a friend of Mo Yan. She came to Hong Kong for an interview as well.

  Mo Yan introduced them, and Hu Mengdie warmly shook hands with Cui Muzhen before they went to the restroom together.

  Hu Mengdie stood in front of the mirror touching up her makeup, and from the mirror she sized up Mao Xiang, "Xiao Zheng and the others all say that you are my sister-in-law."

  "Don't listen to their nonsense. He's Xia Moyan, I'm Xia Mochen. Can't you tell? We're family, he's my brother."

  "So that's how it is!" Hu Mengdie burst out laughing all of a sudden.

  Hu Mengdie asked Mo Lian to help her adjust the shoulder strap of her bra behind her back. Mo Lian noticed that, apart from having skin as delicate as fine porcelain, she also had two beautiful butterfly bones.

  Thinly supporting the skin, delicate as a butterfly's wings.

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