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Chapter 887: Extra Story: Modern Journey 28

Those posts and videos have a high click-through rate, and the comments are also extremely popular. In the past two days, photos of the two people have been widely circulated on the Internet. Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er are very popular, after all, their appearance is too outstanding, and they are also very popular.

The characteristics are very obvious, very long hair! It feels like long hair is going to be popular again...

After a while, she opened her eyes and joked: "Chengcheng, have you read gossip news online these days?" She didn't, because he had occupied the computer.

"I'm online, but I haven't read the news." Mo Liancheng's voice came from the bathroom.

"Then what did you see?"

"I played games and listened to music. I even arranged a piece of music, but it's a pity that I don't have a piano."

"?!..." The crow flew over.

For a long time, it seemed that he couldn't hear her speak, and Mo Liancheng asked: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"It's no surprise. We've been very popular in the past two days, on the Internet."

"Um?"

"Duan Lao is being lectured by his elders, saying that he doesn't want to make progress, and he actually plays with children like us. His grandfather seems to be very angry. There is another person who should be his uncle, adding insult to injury. No wonder the woman just said that about us

I'm not doing my job, maybe I saw the video..." She smiled and told Mo Liancheng what she had discovered.

The two of them were in the room. When the party started, they changed into an evening dress and went out. Not wanting to cause a commotion, let alone steal the spotlight from the Duan family, they took advantage of the lights to gather among the Duan family members on the stage and entered in a low-key manner.

The scene of the party.

I picked a corner and sat down.

Qu Tan'er stared at the stage and laughed softly: "That middle-aged man who looks like a pig is Duan Lao's uncle."

"Yes, I guessed it. That man's body has been hollowed out by a woman a long time ago. If he doesn't take care of himself, he won't be able to live a good life for a few years." Mo Liancheng nodded and told the truth.

"I almost forgot, Chengcheng is a miracle doctor."

"..."

The two of them watched, waited, and chatted.

It is said that the people who came here are all celebrities in society. As Duan Lao said, there are not many. There are only about twenty men who all look to be middle-aged or older. Some are accompanied by female companions, and some are accompanied by female companions.

No, there are only fifty guests in total. It is true that not everyone can enjoy such a high-end, super luxurious party.

No wonder Duan Lao, the grandson, only has two invitations.

After a while, the old man appeared, with a cheerful face, nothing like the seriousness he showed when he was training Duan Lao.

Duan Lao, Duan Ying, and the fat pig greeted him with respectful expressions, and they did a good job on the surface.

"Well, Chengcheng, what is this? It's very delicious." Qu Tan'er ate a mouthful of cream. She couldn't help but take a bite of the delicious food that the attendant had just brought, and she fell in love immediately. At this moment

There is no need to do anything at the party, she just takes a look, and someone will come up and ask if she wants it.

Mo Liancheng waved, and someone brought a tissue. He helplessly wiped her mouth, "Eat slowly. It doesn't matter what your name is, as long as you like it."

"That's right." So she started eating.

I miss this atmosphere and these modern delicacies.

She had a hunch that she wouldn't stay here too long and would return to Xuanling or Dongyue sooner or later.

"Chengcheng." She shouted suddenly.

"Huh? Just tell me."

"The feeling just now was... very good." She liked this little sweet smile.

"?!..."

Is this girl stupid again? Mo Liancheng couldn't laugh or cry.


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