Chapter 264 Qualifications [38] Mo Qing: Does the Mo family love to touch porcelain so much?
"Sit back for me."
Jiang Ke stopped, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and turned his dark eyes to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing read the words "You are so fierce" from Jiang Ke's eyes.
Mo Qing said speechlessly: "Your nephew and niece are both here. Do you want to recognize your relatives?"
Nephew and niece?
Jiang Ke glanced out of the corner of his eye and glanced around the window, finally stopping at the gate.
Among the students going in and out, Wen Yingxue and Mo Sui'an, two handsome men and women, stood out particularly.
"You didn't let me get out of the car, just because of the two of them?" Jiang Ke said slowly, his eyebrows unfocused.
Mo Qing glanced at him: "I'm afraid you'll stand out like a peacock."
Jiang Ke curled his lower lip, feeling a little happy.
"Okay." Jiang Ke looked at her again, "Chi Shi and I will go to Wen Nanqiu's house in the suburbs again tonight. This time we will try to go to the basement to have a look. Will you come with us?"
Mo Qing pondered for a moment: "We'll talk about it tonight."
Jiang Ke could beat the medicine man half to death by himself.
Add another delay...
From a safety perspective, there is no need to worry about their actions.
"Um."
Jiang Ke nodded slightly but did not persuade.
"Let's go first."
Mo Qing pushed open the door and got out of the car without any delay.
…
When entering the medical school building, Mo Qing bumped into Mo Sui'an, who had a low-pressure aura.
Mo Sui'an and Wen Yingxue broke up unhappy.
At this moment, Mo Sui'an, who had a stinky face, suddenly sneered after seeing Mo Qing: "It's you."
His tone was disdainful and reeked of gunpowder.
It was obvious that he had been holding back his anger with Wen Yingxue and had nowhere to vent it. Now when he saw Mo Qing, his whole body exploded like a powder keg.
Mo Qing didn't look at him and planned to avoid him.
However, Mo Sui'an took two steps to the side and raised his hand to block Mo Qing's path.
"I was talking to you, didn't you hear me?" Mo Sui'an's tone was unkind and his attitude was extremely arrogant.
Mo Qing stopped walking and looked at him coldly: "Your parents are gone?"
Mo Sui'an was furious: "What did you say——"
Mo Qing said coldly: "Otherwise, why would you act like you have no parents to teach you?"
"..."
Mo Sui'an was choked, his face suddenly turned pale and black, and anger burned from his eyes, directly igniting the tips of his brows.
He couldn't bear it any longer and directly raised his fist, ignoring the disparity in fighting power between him and Mo Qing, and smashed it straight towards Mo Qing.
Mo Qing glanced at him like a chicken, smiled contemptuously, turned his head to avoid it, and swept his elbow towards Mo Sui'an's shoulder. With what seemed like a slight wave, Mo Sui'an was bounced two meters away.
Then, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Mo Qing: "..."
When it comes to touching porcelain, Mo Sui'an, mother and son, are simply one of a kind.
Moreover, with a physique that makes him fall down at just one touch, he can still use force against others over and over again without learning a lesson.
"Mo Qing, do you want to be given a demerit?!"
Suddenly, an angry scolding came.
Mo Qing raised his eyes and recognized the identity of the person through his thin figure and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks - the counselor he had just met two days ago.
The counselor hurriedly walked to Mo Sui'an and helped Mo Sui'an up.
He also patted the dust off Mo Sui'an's body thoughtfully and asked, "Are you okay?"
"……fine."
Mo Sui'an, whose shoulders and hips were in severe pain, forced himself to spit out two words.
——He can't afford to lose face like this.
The counselor asked: "Are you Wen Yingxue's biological brother?"
Mo Sui'an was startled for a moment and nodded: "Yes."
The counselor looked at Mo Sui'an, and then nodded appreciatively: "Sure enough, I look a lot like your sister."
Thinking of Wen Yingxue, who treated others with a cold face, Mo Sui'an's expression was awkward for a moment.
"Although you are not from a medical school, don't worry, we will not favor our students." The counselor vowed, "I will give you justice when Mo Qing beats you."
After noticing the counselor's attitude, Mo Sui'an felt like he was in a mirror.
——He had already noticed this.
——After it was revealed that he was Wen Yingxue's younger brother, even if Wen Yingxue still didn't want to see him, a large amount of resources would still be tilted towards him.
——Even if the professor of his college has no interest in the medical school, he will still express kindness to him.
He realized more and more clearly that the three words Wen Yingxue represented huge resources. Therefore, when he frequently encountered Wen Yingxue's cold faces, he would still come to Wen Yingxue to express his goodwill.
"Thank you, teacher." Mo Sui'an breathed a sigh of relief and told the counselor, "This Mo Qing used to pretend to be my sister. Later, after his identity was revealed, he has been holding a grudge."
The story of Mo Qing and Wen Yingxue's real and fake daughters has long been a big gossip in the school.
Naturally, the counselor has heard of it.
The counselor nodded and glared at Mo Qing fiercely.
Mo Sui'an continued: "Maybe the growing environment is different. She and I can't communicate on many things. We have started to fight once or twice. She will even fight with my mother. I hope the teacher can do a good job in her ideological work."
"Yes, yes," the counselor said quickly.
Mo Sui'an said: "I still have something to do here, so I won't bother you for now."
The counselor said: "Okay, you go and do your work first."
Mo Sui'an limped for two steps, but when he got close to Mo Qing, he stood up straight and walked steadily past Mo Qing step by step.
Mo Qing touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, then suddenly raised his hand and touched Mo Sui'an's shoulder.
Mo Sui'an immediately flew half a meter away like a kite with its string cut off.
Mo Sui'an: "..."
counselor:"……"
Mo Qing took two steps forward, came to Mo Sui'an, looked down at him condescendingly, and smiled coldly: "Is it too much to be so fond of porcelain?"
