She hasn't finished dropping her vest yet, the whole world is a sensation

Chapter 12
"Uncle Xiao, I was framed!"

Tang Wanrou pinned her hopes on Xiao Guozhen.

The current sudden situation made Xiao Guozhen unexpected.

Tang Wanrou was brought by him. Although the Xiao family had friendship with the Tang family's ancestors, Lan Xi was the only hope to cure Xiao Mochi, so he could clearly tell which was more important.

Xiao Guozhen frowned, and said to Lan Xi and the two apologetically: "I didn't expect such an unpleasant thing to happen, Xiaorou, why don't you apologize soon!"

Seeing that Tang Wanrou was still standing there, Xiao Guozhen could only lower his head and sigh, and after hastily saying goodbye, he turned and walked outside.

Tang Wanrou bit her lower lip and called out resolutely, "Brother Mochi."

Xiao Mochi lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Get lost!"

Unprecedented humiliation surged.

Before leaving, Tang Wanrou's eyes were like sharp knives, and she gave Mu Qingyan a vicious look. She secretly vowed to kill this bitch!

The moment Tang Wanrou's figure disappeared from sight, Lan Xi's previous weakness and grievance disappeared in an instant.

"Master Xiao, didn't your peach blossoms flourish before?"

Xiao Mochi's eyes were deep, he looked directly into Lan Xi's eyes, and said two words calmly: "No."

"No, no."

Lan Xi curled her lips, as long as his peach blossoms don't embarrass herself in the future.

Suddenly, she gasped, and was caught off guard by Xiao Mochi who hugged her horizontally.

"Master Xiao, what are you doing?"

Lan Xi was vigilant, her muscles tensed, and she stared at the man intently.

"Send you back to your room."

Lanxi's ears were red as if bleeding, her hands were clenched into fists and she was at a loss.

Her heart tightened, this sick person didn't have any symptoms, how could she have such strength to pick her up, no, she didn't want to be thrown off.

"You let me down, I can walk by myself!"

Xiao Mochi didn't stop on his feet as if he didn't hear her.

The girl in his arms was very light, and he didn't dare to hug her too tightly, for fear that any tighter would hurt the girl.

"Did you hear me?"

"Be quiet."

The voice was deep and magnetic, exciting, Lan Xi pouted, why did he want her to be quiet, she had to be obedient.

A blush rose on her cheeks, and her eyes flickered fiercely at him.

"Xiao Mochi! Let me down!"

Xiao Mochi turned a deaf ear.

Finally arrived at the room, Xiao Mochi gently placed him on the bed.

"Pull up your sleeves, let me see."

The eyes of the two met, Lan Xi's eyes flashed with stubbornness, she would not obey a man.

Xiao Mochi could only helplessly shake his head and sigh, it was really childish.

Regardless of Lanxi's objection, she rolled up her sleeves, her elbows were bluish and the skin was torn, and her knees also inevitably had dark bluish spots.

A flash of distress flashed in Xiao Mochi's eyes, he squatted in front of the girl, and said seriously: "This way of killing an enemy by one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred is too stupid, don't use it in the future."

She raised her bright face indifferently, and gave Xiao Mochi a white look, so he knew all about it.

She said it as if she was willing to let herself get hurt. If it wasn't for the situation, she would be the one who was framed now!
"Tang Wanrou plotted against me, so I can't fight back?"

Sensing Lan Xi's displeasure, Xiao Mochi hurriedly explained: "That's not what I mean, I just don't want you to get hurt."

His tone was gentle and his eyes were full of concern.

Xiao Mochi walked out of the room, and came back with an extra medicine box in his hand.

"No need to take medicine, it will be fine in a few days."

Lan Xi had never seen such a persistent person, she said no, Xiao Mochi still insisted on giving her medicine, seeing his serious appearance, her heart couldn't help being touched by something.

"What are you thinking?"

One sentence brought her back to reality.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

The man paused for a while while packing the medicine box, "You detoxify me, this is my retribution."

Lan Xi's brows stretched, and she nodded suddenly, thinking that he had a conscience.

In the afternoon, on Dijing Antique Street, the street extends to the east and west sides, with all kinds of classical-style shops on both sides, and there are many hawkers squatting on the ground in the open space on both sides of the street.

With a cloth bag in her hand, Lan Xi walked casually on the street, her gaze stopped at a standing handwritten sign: Recycling Antiques, Jade, Calligraphy and Painting at High Prices.

Following the sign, she looked up and saw a gold lacquered plaque hanging in the shop: Jubaozhai

Feeling relieved, she went straight into the shop, the shop was not big, the furnishings inside were simple and unsophisticated, with five or six sets of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and a few pieces of porcelain on three or four cabinets.

A middle-aged man was lying on the transparent display case with a magnifying glass, carefully examining the landscape paintings on the cabinet.

Lan Xi called out, "Boss."

Hearing this, the man straightened up. He pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Are you here to collect things?"

"Take it!"

The boss came out from behind the display cabinet, warmly welcomed Lan Xi to the tea table, and made a pot of tea.

From time to time, he swept the cloth bag beside the girl.

The cloth bag was opened, and Lanxi put the lion-shaped pottery inside on the tea table.

"Boss, how do you charge this?"

The boss immediately put down the things in his hand, picked up the pottery and measured it carefully, looking extremely serious.

Not long after, his eyes lit up and his face was full of joy. Perhaps he noticed the gaze on the other side, and he tried his best to calm down his excited mood.

Looking at a small part of the faded painting on the top, the boss's eyes showed a trace of regret. If this part is complete, the collection value will be higher, but it is rare to retain eight parts of its appearance.

The boss made a plan in his heart and carefully placed the pottery on the tea table.

After thinking about it, he stretched out his left hand and made a gesture of one.

"1000."

Lan Xi stroked the teacup in her hand. She had learned about the market on the Internet, and the price the boss said was indeed very fair.

"make a deal."

Putting down the teacup in her hand, Lan Xi readily agreed.

"Come on, if you have any good things to sell in the future, remember to come here to find me first. My shop, Jin Guangyuan, is a century-old shop in Antique Street. It has been passed down from ancestors, and the price is absolutely fair!"

Jin Guangyuan grinned, smiling all over his face. Three generations of his ancestors have been in the antique business here, and he never deceived customers. He was kind to others, so the whole street spoke highly of him.

"I don't know how to call the distinguished guest?"

"My name is Lan."

"Oh, this surname is rare, haha."

Jin Guangyuan smiled heartily, got up quickly and took out a card from behind the counter.

"Here is 1000 million. If Miss Lan is worried, go out and walk five meters to the east. There is an ATM. You can check it."

Lan Xi took the card from the boss and smiled happily.

"Dad, I'm back!"

A young man in his twenties came in at the door, with gray-green hair dyed.

Jin Guangyuan came to the young man and reprimanded him, "I'll be right back when I come back, why are you yelling, don't you see any guests?"

Only then did the young man see a girl sitting by the tea table. He frowned and touched his chin. Why does this back look familiar?

"Boss, then I will take my leave first."

Lanxi got up and said goodbye to the boss and went out directly.

(End of this chapter)