Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 264 Qualifications [38] Mo Qing: The Mo family loves porcelain so much?
"You sit back for me."

Jiang Ke stopped moving, 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 meet relatives?"

Nephew and niece?

Jiang Ke glanced out of the corner of his eye, scanned around the window, and finally stopped at the gate.

Among the students who came in and out, Wen Yingxue and Mo Suian, two handsome men and beautiful women, were particularly conspicuous.

"You didn't let me get out of the car because of the two of them?" Jiang Ke said slowly, his eyebrows and eyes scattered.

Mo Qing glanced at him: "I'm afraid you will stand out like a peacock."

Jiang Ke bent his lower lip, feeling a little happy.

"Okay." Jiang Ke looked at her again, "Chishi and I will go to Wen Nanqiu's house in the suburbs again tonight, and this time we will try to go to the basement to have a look, will you come with me?"

Mo Qing pondered for a while: "We'll talk about it tonight."

Jiang Ke alone could beat Yaoren to death.

one more delay...

The two of them act, in terms of safety, there is no need to worry.

"Ah."

Jiang Ke nodded slightly, without persuasion.

"I'm leaving."

Mo Qing pushed open the door and got out of the car without delay.

……

When entering the medical school building, Mo Qing bumped into Mo Suian, who was wearing a low-pressure atmosphere.

Mo Suian and Wen Yingxue broke up after a quarrel.

At this moment, Mo Suian, who had a stinky face, sneered suddenly after seeing Mo Qing: "It's you."

His tone was disdainful, wrapped in the smell of gunpowder.

It was obvious that Wen Yingxue had held back his anger and had nowhere to vent it. Now when he saw Mo Qing, his whole body exploded like a gunpowder keg.

Mo Qing didn't look at him directly, planning to avoid him.

However, Mo Suian took two steps aside, raised his hand to block Mo Qing, and directly blocked Mo Qing's path.

"I was talking to you, didn't you hear me?" Mo Suian's tone was not kind, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

Mo Qing stopped and looked at him coldly: "Your parents are gone?"

Mo Suian was furious: "What did you say—"

Mo Qing said coldly: "Otherwise, why don't you act like you have no parents to teach you?"

"..."

Mo Suian was choked, his face turned dark and dark instantly, and the anger burned from his eyes, directly igniting the brows.

He couldn't bear it anymore, he directly raised his fist, regardless of the disparity in fighting power between him and Mo Qing, and threw it at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing glanced at him like he was looking at a chicken, smiled contemptuously, and the moment he turned his head to avoid it, he swept his elbow towards Mo Suian's shoulder, and with a seemingly light wave, Mo Suian was bounced two meters away.

Then, one staggered and fell to the ground.

Mo Qing: "..."

When it comes to Pengci, Mo Suian, the mother and son, are absolutely unique.

And with this physique that can fall down when touched, he can use force again and again, without learning a lesson.

"Mo Qing, do you want to be demerited?!"

Suddenly, an angry reprimand came.

Mo Qing raised his eyes and recognized the identity of the person coming from the person's thin figure and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks - the counselor he had just met two days ago.

The counselor hurried to Mo Suian's side and helped Mo Suian up.

He also thoughtfully helped Mo Suian pat the ashes on his body, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"……fine."

Mo Suian, who suffered from severe pain in his shoulders and buttocks, forced himself to utter two words.

——He can't afford to lose face.

The counselor asked, "Are you Wen Yingxue's younger brother?"

Mo Suian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yeah."

The counselor looked at Mo Suian, then nodded appreciatively: "It really looks like your sister."

Thinking of Wen Yingxue who treats others with a cold face, Mo Suian's expression was awkward for a moment.

"Although you are not from the medical school, don't worry, we will not favor our own students." The counselor vowed, "I will give you justice for Mo Qing beating you."

Sensing the counselor's attitude, Mo Suian felt like a mirror in his heart.

——He had already noticed this.

——Since it was revealed that he is Wen Yingxue's younger brother, even if Wen Yingxue still doesn't want to see him, there will still be a lot of resources tilted towards him.

——Even if the professor of their college has no interest in the medical school, he will still express his friendliness to him.

He realized more and more clearly that the three words Wen Yingxue represented huge resources.That's why, when he frequently encountered Wen Yingxue's cold face, he would still come to Wen Yingxue to show his affection.

"Thank you teacher." Mo Suian heaved a sigh of relief, and said to the counselor, "This Mo Qing used to impersonate my sister, but after her identity was exposed, she has always held a grudge."

The matter of Mo Qing and Wen Yingxue's real and fake daughters has long been a big gossip in the school.

The counselor has naturally heard of it.

The counselor nodded, and stared at Mo Qing fiercely.

Mo Suian continued: "Maybe the growth environment is different. I can't communicate with her on many things. It's not once or twice. She even fights with my mother. I hope the teacher can do her ideological work."

"Yes, yes." The counselor said quickly.

Mo Suian said: "I still have something to do here, so don't bother me for now."

The counselor said: "Okay, you go to work first."

Mo Suian limped and walked two steps, but when he got close to Mo Qing, he stood up straight and walked past Mo Qing step by step.

Mo Qing touched his lower cheek with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Mo Suian's shoulder.

Mo Suian immediately flew half a meter like a kite with a broken string.

Mo Suian: "..."

counselor:"……"

Mo Qing took two steps forward, came to Mo Suian's side, looked down at him condescendingly, and smiled coldly: "Is it too much to love to touch porcelain so much?"

(End of this chapter)