Friends are always teasing me [Transmigration Book]

Mo Liang curled his lips, smelly Lanzi, how dare you look down on him!Thinking of him, Mo Liang, even if he is not as good as Lanzi Yushu Linfeng, with extraordinary appearance, he is still a gentleman, he is a good-looking talent, right?

"How about I wake up, skip the abuse, and just hold him in my hand?"

Wei Lan snorted, turned her back and yawned, "It's up to you. I'm sleepy."

Mo Liang hurriedly pulled his shoulders: "Why is it so easy to get sleepy? I haven't finished talking yet."

Wei Lan snorted and said, "Do you want to accompany you and that narcissist if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Mo Liang was dissatisfied and said, "Didn't you say that these two people will eventually become a couple? I'm not stating the plot of the original book."

Wei Lan was forcibly twisted by him, and his face was only three inches away from his face.

Mo Liang's eyes widened and his expression froze.

In the past, when they went out for mountaineering, the brothers often set up tents and slept together in rows, and they were very used to it.However, this was the first time to admire Wei Lan's face from such a close distance, and Mo Liang always felt a little embarrassed.

With a dry laugh, Mo Liang excused himself to drink water, pushed aside the quilt and rolled over to the ground.

Suddenly, Wei Lan hugged her from behind.Mo Liang didn't expect it at all, he was really caught off guard, and his body trembled in shock.

Wei Lan snorted, let go of her hands, lay back on the bed, put her head on her hands and laughed at Cen Cen, and said, "You can't stand being hugged, so you still want to play a gluey emotional scene with Qu Yunyu? Ha~ save Save it."

Mo Liang's face turned into a red cherry, and he jumped up to express his dissatisfaction: "You were too sudden just now, I was just shocked! You hug now! I promise not to mess up."

Wei Lan waved her hand: "I don't know how many hairs you have under your armpits? I think you should honestly send the letter to the girl tomorrow, and then secretly promote the good things of this fateful mandarin duck."

"Is this method really feasible?"

"Otherwise? Don't you want Liu Xia to die in the end? Liu Xia is dead, and you have the heart to let your Mr. Qu have no support from now on, and become a miserable 'widow'? Or, let him be buried with Liu Xia?"

Mo Liang laughed.After all, Wei Lan understood him, and he definitely couldn't bear it.

"I'm just worried that once Qu Yunyu is released, 'will' will jump out and interfere."

Will is the will of the author, and it is also called the author's resentment and obsession in the industry.It is the golden text floating in the sky, such as the reminder outline, which can only be seen by the members of the pit filling team.It is a default system that comes with the book and is not controlled by the pit filling group.

When each team member enters the book for the first time, and when they do not act according to the original book, "will" will emerge out of thin air to warn.If the warning fails, it will intervene.

Wei Lan said: "You didn't follow the plot on the first day you brought Qu Yunyu back, did 'will' come out to warn you?"

"No."

Mo Liang, who was asked how long you will stay on the floor, hurriedly sipped his tea with false eyebrows, and threw the quilt to bed.

After he lay down, Wei Lan continued: "Qu Yunyu's childhood sweetheart, that is, Miss Yunshuang, although there is not much description, but the one who beat her sister did write her into the work. The plot of sending the letter is also the original work. No, but the 'will' didn't intervene. In my opinion, it is very likely that Sister Chui didn't think about the ending of these three people herself. She didn't think about it, so naturally she wouldn't have this obsession.

"So you can facilitate this good thing. Firstly, lovers will finally get married, and you can add another glorious record to your merit book. Second, and the most important point, your conscience will not be condemned, which will lead to Can't sleep every night."

Mo Liang coughed dryly again, thinking that Lan Zi really knew everything about him.

"Then I'll deliver the letter tomorrow?"

Wei Lan nodded.

"...but how do you know that Qu Yunyu's sweetheart is called Yunshuang?"

"It's clearly written in the book, but you didn't read it yourself."

"Is it written? Where?"

Wei Lan was too lazy to talk.

Looking directly at Wei Lan's contemptuous eyes, Mo Liang coughed dryly, and continued to ask the bottom line. He was afraid that he would be laughed at by the supervisor, and his preparations were not rigorous enough.

Mo Liang changed his mind and said: "But according to Liu Xia's temperament, he is not a master who let people go easily. How can I arrange this plot smoothly without overturning Sister Tong's setting of Uncle Guo?"

"Want to know?"

"what."

Wei Lan hid the smile in her eyes, yawned big, and said, "But I'm really sleepy, so I'll tell you tomorrow."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to be in meditation.

Mo Liang was in trouble, and said with his fingers: "But I have to go to court early in the morning, and deliver letters after court, and I have an appointment at noon, so I'm afraid it will be night again when I come back."

"Huh, huh, huh." Wei Lan's breath became urgent.

"Why don't you stay overnight tomorrow night?"

Wei Lan opened one eye, the smile in her eyes deepened, but she said lightly: "Oh... okay. Then I'll stay with you for another night tomorrow night."

Only then was Mo Liang satisfied, and only then was he willing to sleep peacefully.

Wei Lan stared at Mo Liang's sleeping face, and the corner of her mouth was smiling like a crescent moon.

No matter how long the night is, the day will always be bright.

So are people.

No matter how sweet your sleep is, you should always wake up.

Mo Liang should wake up.

Wei Lan had already put on her clothes and shoes and socks, and stood in front of the bed and gently shook him.Mo Liang was still talking in his sleep, turned over and fell asleep again.

"Why do you still look like a child?"

Wei Lan, who said this, looked with three points of helplessness and seven points of doting.

He leaned down and whispered something in Mo Liang's ear, Mo Liang woke up immediately, sat up and almost hit Wei Lan's chin.

"what time is it now?"

"Don't worry, I won't miss you. But if you continue to lie in bed like this, when your butler comes in with a maid to serve Liu Xiachen, you will see..." Wei Lan pointed to Liu Xia's empty shell sitting on the seat , "It's always bad, isn't it?"

Mo Liang's chaotic mind suddenly woke up.

Looking at Liu Xia again, the outer robe has disappeared, and only the inner shirt that he wears to sleep is left on his body.

Mo Liang fixedly looked at Wei Lan, and asked, "You... when did you wake up?"

Wei Lan put her finger between her lips, and said with a hiss: "Listen...someone is coming outside, if you don't get in, it will be very bad."

After saying this, Wei Lan disappeared, and only Mo Liang could see it.

A bright light flickered outside the window gradually approaching, and then there was a knock on the door, and Fu'an said: "Master, the fourth watch is about to pass, it's time for you to get up and face."

Mo Liang had no choice but to quickly enter Liu Xia's body, and replied: "Come in!"

Fu'an held the lamp and led in the maid who was holding court clothes.Seeing that the master was already sitting on the chair, he couldn't help being surprised.

Mo Liang said: "It's nothing, I'm thirsty, I drank a few more cups of tea, but I couldn't fall asleep."

"Hey, Lord, this will be the coldest time, you should put on a coat anyway!" Fu An hurriedly lit up the lights in the room, thinking about where to find the coat that Wei Lan threw away.

Mo Liang said: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. Come here and change the court clothes for the young master."

After the court clothes were changed, Mo Liang dismissed Fu An and the maid on the pretext of preparing the sedan chair, and turned to Wei Lan and said, "It's still early, you can go to bed later. I will order you down and don't let anyone come in to disturb you."

Wei Lan smiled and gestured Bibi, meaning you go.

Mo Liang went.Those who go are uneasy.

When the sedan chair was carried to the court room, an official came to say hello, but Mo Liang was in no mood to respond.After hanging the curtain upwards, Mo Liang didn't care about what the Empress Dowager said.

All his thoughts were on Wei Lan.

It was late last night when they went to bed.What time did Wei Lan wake up thinking about yelling at him, and how did she turn over and get out of bed without disturbing him, and take care of Liu Xia?And how did he replace the food box on the table with a teapot and teacups with a little tea left, so that when Mo Liang said those words, the housekeeper did not suspect him?

Full of heart, but also a little blocked.

In a trance, it seemed that they had returned to that early summer, the scene when they met for the first time.

As long as in human society, classes can never be avoided.Although the spirit world is in charge of the psychics, ideas, and invisible energies and data of all things, it is indeed a branch of human society.

Therefore, there are naturally classes in the spiritual world.

Wei Lan undoubtedly lives in the upper class.

When Mo Liang saw Wei Lan for the first time, he could only huddled in a corner with three or five friends, watching him standing on a high platform surrounded by servants from a distance.

At that time, they were only 12 years old.

The 12-year-old Wei Lan already exudes a noble and elegant temperament, standing in the crowd like a jade tree facing the wind, which is hard for Mo Liang to forget.

Before that, Mo Liang always maintained some prejudice against people in the upper class. ——No matter which dynasty or generation, which country or world, the common people will always feel dissatisfied with the aristocratic class.

Later, by chance, they met again.At that time, Mo Liang and a few friends sneaked into the sanctuary, holding homemade fishing rods, but instead of fishing, they swung long poles and used fish floats to hit birds for fun.

Mo Liang's aim is naturally good.

"It's amazing. It's the first time I've seen a bird hit with a fishing rod. How did you do it?"

This was the first sentence Wei Lan said to Mo Liang.

It is always pleasant to be praised, and it is even more pleasant to be praised by someone who is supposed to be superior.

"Can you play with me too? As a reward, I'll give you my skateboard."

At that time, Mo Liang felt that this child was really an outlier.One of the higher education that children from aristocratic families receive is not to get close to commoners. Not only will they lose their status, but they will also easily stain expensive clothes by children from poor families.

What's even more unusual is that the child also offered to exchange gifts in return.

For Mo Liang, who has never skateboarded before, this condition is full of temptation.What's more, he found that he didn't hate this noble young master.

Wei Lan was very smart, and Mo Liang only explained the trick once, and he hit the bird on the branch with one swing.

"It's just my luck, luck."

Knowing that Mo Liang had to practice hard for a thousand times to successfully hit the bird, Wei Lan coaxed him for a long time before he recovered a little bit from his sluggish mood.

Taking this as an opportunity, Mo Liang and Wei Lan became friends.Hang out often and play some exciting kid's adventures.

It was only later that Mo Liang found out that the sanctuary they sneaked into was the private woodland of Wei Lan's family, and the bird he killed was bought by Wei Lan's father at a high price.

When the adults were holding them accountable, Mo Liang and a few friends were safe and sound, and it was naturally Wei Lan who protected them.

It seems that since then, Wei Lan has made helping Mo Liang a part of her life.