Ugly Girl Picking a Husband

Chapter 47
But her eyes were fixed on Lan Yan, and sometimes Mu Jing would ask where Lan Yan was when she was not in the house.

Mu Xiaoxiao could see that this was drunkenness.

But she is not worried, Lan Yan is an ordinary man?How can it be unreliable!

If it's really unreliable, then I don't lose anything, it can only mean that I was wrong.

Mu Xin also came to visit once, like Mu Xiaoxiao asked for some knowledge about boats, so Mu Xin didn't know anything about boats at all.

Mu Xiaoxiao could also tell that she just came to chat nonsense because she was a little curious about her knowledge.

In the evening, we all have a feast together.

"Tomorrow, the last envoy will arrive." During the banquet, the president suddenly announced.

Hearing the president's words, Mu Xiaoxiao and Lan Yan didn't take it seriously, just like them.

Those who speak nice words are messengers, but those who speak bad words are pawns and cannon fodder...

It's just that everyone has their own goals.

The words are unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

When Mu Jing and Mu Xin heard the last messenger, their expressions were extremely nervous, even the chopsticks in their hands paused, and they looked at each other.

All this was seen by Mu Xiaoxiao.

Presumably the last envoy has some relationship with these two people, or they are familiar with them, otherwise they would not have such an expression.

But Mu Xiaoxiao still put her food in her mouth, pretending she didn't see anything.

Everything around here has nothing to do with her, she only needs to use the ship of the Mercenary Association to go to the ice country.

Have a safe night...

Early the next morning, the president led several people to wait for the last messenger in the hall.

But it was almost dusk, and the man still didn't come.

Mu Xiaoxiao and Lan Yan drank pot after pot of tea on the table until the strong tea was boiled.

Still no movement.

Except for Mu Xiaoxiao and Lan Yan who were calm and calm.Others obviously don't have this composure.

The president was already pacing up and down anxiously with his hands behind his back, and Mu Xin and Mu Jing even picked up and put down the teacup, put it down and picked it up again, repeating a monotonous but revealing inner uneasiness.

The vice president was lying at the door, looking forward to it.

What role could make these people so terrified?
Mu Xiaoxiao really couldn't think of a clue for a while.

(End of this chapter)