Your Excellency, I love you!

He couldn't look away or even move. A thick bloody smell kept coming from his throat. Mo Fangnian heard himself asking uncontrollably, "Manman, your fiancé... is he?"

In fact, it was already a definite answer, but he was too shocked, and people would subconsciously take chances at such times.

Then in the next second he heard Qin Manman's crisp voice with a smile, "Yes, brother Tsing Yi is my fiancé, he made that linen skirt and gave it to me... Hey, did you put it in the car?" bring here?"

Mo Huangnian's eyes trembled heavily, and he couldn't recover for nearly half a minute, as his heart was sliced ​​back and forth by a sharp knife.

It took him a while to recover his hoarse voice, "Well, it's in the car, let the bodyguards get it."

At this time, Qin's father rubbed his hands and said nervously, "High Priest, you send Manman back in person, our family is not rich, and we have nothing to thank you... How about you stay for a light meal , we people in Wangchen Village will treat you with the best village banquet."

Standing beside Duan Qingyi, Manman hurriedly raised his hand and interjected, "No, Dad, brother Mo sent me back, and then came to our village to play. He said he would stay for a few days!"

This remark shocked the surrounding villagers even more. You must know that they are such a poor and remote village. They are not qualified to meet the High Priest, the highest authority in Miaojiang, let alone stand in front of them at such a close distance. of.

For ordinary villagers like them, it is almost the same nature as the private visit of the emperor in micro-service, and it can be said to be a blessing from heaven.

Suddenly, all the villagers in Wangchen Village were excited, and some even ran to the door of Qin's house to take a peek, just to catch a glimpse of the high priest's face.

The Qin family is considered a middle-level family in Wangchen Village. The house is not too big and simple. The walls are painted with white paint, and there are simple wooden tables and chairs. There is not much furniture, but it can be called cozy.

Among most villages and tribes in Miaojiang, they are very typical poor families.

But Mo Fengnian sat in such a simple room, looked at the charcoal-burning stove on the floor, and the cups for a family of three on the table, but he felt that it was far better than that empty luxury villa like a tomb.

Both Qin's father and Qin's mother were very embarrassed, and took out all the best things in the house, and piled up the snacks and things that were usually reluctant to eat on the table by Mo Huangnian's hand.

Father Qin wanted to know that with such a noble status, he would definitely not like his place, so he kept saying, "High Priest, I'm really sorry, our family only has this condition, the house is very dilapidated, I hope you don't take it seriously..."

"No," Mo Huangnian sat on the chair, with his elbows resting on his legs and his hands warmed in front of the stove, he said calmly, "I've lived in all kinds of bad places, and this place is pretty good."

Qin's father was stunned for a moment, but he had heard rumors before that Mo Huangnian had indeed climbed all the way to get to where he is today, so he was sensible and didn't say anything more.

Mo Huangnian was staring at the charcoal fire in the stove, and a cup of steaming warm tea was put at hand, "Mr. Mo, please drink tea."

Mo Huangnian turned his head and saw Duan Qingyi sitting down on the chair beside him. He looked at the familiar side face of the young man, a little dazed, and asked, "You and Manman... have known each other since childhood."