Mo Shangjun took a closer look and realized there were so many things.
There are all kinds of ornaments, woodworking, ceramic, metal, and various commemorative items, all packed in large and small boxes, filling half the table.
Outside, there are some in the desk drawer, such as dagger bracelets and the like.
Bai Chuan is a gift-giving maniac. Every time he meets her, he will bring her something. Sometimes Mo Shangjun himself can't even remember what he gave, and he just throws it on the table when he gets it back.
——The pendant she gave Tang Shi last year was given by Bai Chuan.
Noticing the strange look in Mo Shangyun's eyes, Yan Tianxing glanced in the direction of the desk. Seeing the ornaments spread all over the table, he frowned slightly, "Isn't this your style?"
Quickly looking away, Mo Shangyun shrugged casually, "It was a gift from a friend."
Yan Tianxing looked her over.
Without meeting his eyes, Mo Shangyun said directly: "You stay well, I will go downstairs to check the situation."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around, opened the door and walked out.
As soon as the door closed, the room was still the same, but it instantly became deserted.
Yan Tianxing stood there for a few seconds, then walked to the bookcase next door. The furniture had been wiped clean, and the glass cabinet door was clean and translucent, which did not affect his viewing at all.
There are so many awards, a whole bookcase is filled with them.
However, it looked very neatly arranged, but the awards of the same type were not placed together. It was obvious that they just found an empty place and put them down. The owner of the room probably didn't worry about it at all.
In fact, Mo Shangyun is a person who never cares about honor.
Just like... he had heard Mo Shangshuang say that Mo Shangyun was a tenth-level piano player, but he had known Mo Shangyun for a year or two and had never heard Mo Shangyun mention it.
After reading the awards in the bookcase one by one, Yan Tianxing, who had nothing to see, naturally turned his attention to the desk again.
——You really have to be attracted by the decorations on the table.
Yan Tianxing saw them all. Although the styles of the ornaments were different, he clearly felt that they should be given by the same person.
It's hard to explain, but it's a mysterious intuition.
A bracelet hanging on a clay figurine that resembled Mo Shangjun attracted Yan Tianxing's attention.
After squinting his eyes, Yan Tianxing finally picked up the bracelet.
It is made of metal, with a silver surface, and a rectangular metal in the middle. The side close to the skin is engraved with the letters: BC.
Yan Tianxing frowned as he squeezed the bracelet with a heavy force. After a moment, he threw the bracelet aside and picked up other ornaments to look at them as if he was masochistic.
Nine out of ten ornaments have similar marks.
In one of the photo frames, the photo shows Mo Shangjun when she was sixteen or seventeen years old. She was sitting in the front of an off-road vehicle, with winding roads and endless desert behind her.
This one is nothing.
However, in the corner behind the photo frame, there is the word "Chuan" engraved on it.
Yan Tianxing almost broke the photo frame.
The door, after being knocked "dong dong, dong" three times, was suddenly opened.
"I got some food-"
Mo Shangjun came in with a bag, but when he looked up, he saw Yan Tianxing standing in front of the desk.
He held the photo frame with the photo facing down, his eyes fixed on the words in the corner of the photo frame.
Mo Shangyun suddenly realized something and his brows knitted together.
Yan Tianxing heard the sound and glanced at Mo Shangjun, his eyes cold and murderous, as if this emotion had nothing to do with happiness.
After stepping through the door, Mo Shangyun closed the door and locked it behind him.
Raising his hand to touch his nose, Mo Shangyun coughed lightly, and then asked without changing his expression: "Isn't this bad?"
Hearing her implicit accusation, Yan Tianxing's face darkened completely. He frowned and responded, "Throw the guest into the room and you just let me sit here?"
"..."
Well.
It's not very good.
After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun decided to remedy the situation, "You can take whatever you like with you."
"You want me to take these things?" Yan Tianxing was almost on the verge of going berserk.
After blinking and thinking, Mo Shangyun realized that this decision was indeed a bit embarrassing, so she picked up the bag in her hand and said, "Can you eat the newly bought fruit?"
"..."
Yan Tianxing simply had no intention of talking to her anymore.
Apart from adding insult to injury, she has no other ability, right?!
Feeling that the air pressure in the bedroom was getting lower and lower, Mo Shangyun didn't say anything at all, put the plastic bag on the table, and then took out the fruits inside one by one.
The fruit was brought back by Mo Shangshuang. Because Mo Cang was sitting in the living room and sulking, Cen Jun and Mo Shangshuang both went to bed consciously. Mo Shangyun guessed that no one would eat the fruit, so he went downstairs and walked around for a while.
, and consciously carried the fruit up.
——To entertain guests.
To avoid being said to be rude at all.
Cherries, raspberries and two apples.
After Mo Shangyun took them out, he took them all to the bathroom to wash them.
When it was served again, the fruits were all washed clean.
However, as soon as she put it on the table, she saw that only the body of the photo frame that Yan Tianxing had picked up before was left, and the photo that served as the soul was missing.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows and asked Yan Tianxing, who looked unhappy, "Where is my photo?"
"Burn it." Yan Tianxing replied to her angrily.
Mo Shangyun: "..." OK, you can do whatever you want.
She's not too shy to care about it.
"Eat?"
Mo Shangjun picked up a cherry and sent it to Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing frowned and said disgustedly: "Have you washed it?"
Mo Shangyun immediately became angry after patiently washing the fruits for him, and with such an attitude, "You are deliberately looking for trouble, right?"
Yan Tianxing looked at the chair under the desk and said, "Move the chair."
"Hold!"
Mo Shangyun cursed angrily, raised his hand, picked up the chair, and threw it at Yan Tianxing's feet. (To be continued)