Chapter 880 : Song Yirou: I Tell Mo Li to Shot Flies
Li Qiye was startled and took a few steps back. Unexpectedly, he stepped on his too-long skirt and fell to the carpet.
She looked at the blackness on the TV and the broken glass at her feet, and turned around in confusion.
"Why are they missing?"
Meng Xingchen touched his forehead and sighed in a rare moment. Han Xiaorou could only use black lines to describe her mood at this moment.
From this moment, she realized that this ancient princess was not timid at all.[
She dared to do anything without even asking.
Han Yixing was coming down from upstairs with a camera in his hand. When he heard the loud noise, he was startled. He ran down a few steps and saw the strange scene in front of him.
The ancient woman in white was sitting on the ground blankly, and the two siblings behind her were standing blankly. Looking in the direction they were looking, she suddenly exclaimed: "TV?!"
The strange noise in the living room had already attracted many servants, and they all looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
With so many people staring at her, Mo Li became more and more at a loss. She could only stare at Meng Xingchen and ask for help.
Fortunately, Meng Xingchen reacted in the next second, stepped forward to help her up, and waved to the servants, "Take care of this place, and we'll be fine."
"What on earth is going on?" Han Yixing reacted and shouted with twitching lips.
Han Xiaorou opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but finally fell silent, shrugged, and left the question to her brother.
Please answer for the trouble your ancient beauty caused.
"It's nothing. There was a fly on the TV just now. I asked Mo Li to fight it, and she used her strength for a moment."
Meng Xingchen looked at his mother calmly.
Han Xiaorou was standing behind him in admiration. Freak brother, can you still be so calm? Hit the fly...
Han Yixing glanced at Mo Li in shock, and just as he was about to speak, Meng Xingchen asked again: "Mommy, are you going to get the camera?"
"Well, yes, I was just about to say that I wanted to take pictures for Mo Li. How about taking pictures of beauties in ancient costumes at close range?"
Han Yixing was disappointed that his son changed the topic again.
"Oh, that TV..."
"Just buy it again, but don't be so reckless next time. Li Qiye comes here and Auntie will take pictures for you."