Chapter 323 An Examination of Goods

Mo Haijun, on the contrary, believed it completely.

She said, "The climate here is different. There are indeed mosquitoes in winter. Auntie, when you go to bed at night, remember to ask the front desk to bring some mosquito repellent so you don't get bitten."

Yan Liti naturally agreed.

Mo Haijun's thoughts were still on Fu Tianyou.

Also wanting to build a good relationship with Fu Tianyou, she pushed up her glasses and said, "Auntie, you're right. It's really fate that we ran into Fu Tianyou twice within 24 hours."

"Next time we meet, we can greet each other amicably. No matter where you are, it's always better to have more friends than more enemies."

Upon hearing this, both Qiao Changdong and Yan Liti remained silent.

Qiao Qiao felt a little uneasy.

She always felt that Fu Tianyou knew about the abnormality in her.

The way he looked at her always felt strange to her.

It seems gentle, but there's always a sense of scrutiny, a scrutiny of the goods.

Qiao Qiao has always trusted her intuition.

And her mother had told her about it before.

This world may not only have her as an outsider; there might be other cultivators in this world as well.

So in her previous life, she placed a prohibition on the Soul-Eating Spirit Glass, also to prevent others from taking her bracelet.

If possible, Qiao Qiao would rather not make contact with the other party than she could without knowing whether they were stronger or had more spiritual power.

Let alone becoming friends.

Yan Liti and Qiao Changdong both acted with Qiao Qiao's feelings in mind.

Seeing her furrowed brows, looking as if she were very troubled, she simply smiled at Mo Haijun's words, neither refuting nor agreeing with them.

Mo Haijun didn't pay any attention.

Knowing that Fu Tianyou had checked into a hotel, he even took a stroll downstairs twice in hopes of running into him.

Unfortunately, he didn't run into the other person.

Around noon, Qiao Changdong and Yan Liti brought Qiao Qiao down for lunch.

Before entering the private room, a waiter came out of the next room. The door was half closed, and the four people inside came face to face with Qiao Changdong and his group outside.

The middle-aged man, Qi Jintao, was sitting with his back to the door of the private room and did not see Qiao Changdong and the others at the door, while Fu Tianyou was facing the door.

Seeing the group of people passing by the door, Fu Tianyou raised an eyebrow as if he was somewhat surprised.

Then he gave a polite smile.

Qiao Qiao, who was being held by Qiao Changdong, instinctively wrapped her arms around Qiao Changdong's neck.

Qiao Qiao felt somewhat fortunate.

When she came out of the room, she sent Xiao Yuan back into the bracelet space, not wanting the other party to see her abnormality, and even less wanting the other party to discover Xiao Yuan's existence.

She also tried her best to control her thoughts and not let them wander.

To avoid revealing one's true identity by making a fuss.

Although they themselves estimated that only people who like them to a certain extent could see this bubble.

But who knows if that young man had spiritual power, or if it was an accident that he could see it?

Qiao Changdong saw the other party nod, but ignored it. Only Yan Liti did a perfunctory nod to the person, and then the group went into the private room next door.

Mo Haijun wanted to go up and say hello, but Qiao Changdong pulled him back and pushed him into the hotel's private room.

"Brother Navy, come, sit here."

Mo Haijun was pulled inside in a daze.

That's why we say it's 'fate'.

To avoid the people in the next private room, Qiao Changdong even fed Qiao Qiao very slowly, trying to buy time to avoid them.

As a result, after eating for an hour, they still bumped into each other when they opened the door to come out.

"..." Qiao Changdong.

That's fucking bizarre.

Mo Haijun's eyes lit up when he saw Fu Tianyou, especially when Fu Tianyou was smiling at them, clearly with goodwill. He immediately became interested in going up to chat with him.

In Mo Haijun's view, although there had been a little unpleasantness in the neighboring city before.

However, the one who clashed with them and acted unreasonably was not Fu Tianyou, but that guy surnamed Qi.

Every time Fu Tianyou saw them, he was always smiling and cheerful, and his scholarly air gave him a very good feeling.

He's been involved in the jade gambling industry for years, so how could he not want to get to know the other party?

In addition, having just had a few drinks in the private room, my courage surged up as well.

Just as he was about to step forward and strike up a conversation, he felt a tightness on the back of his neck.

Qiao Changdong grabbed his collar and said from behind, "Hey, Navy Bro, why did you drink so much? You can't walk straight, can you? Come on, let me lead you. Don't be afraid."

Grandpa Mo has two sons and a daughter. His daughter, Mo Wenpei, is over 1.7 meters tall with a large frame, and looks like she's a martial arts expert. She has perfectly inherited Grandpa Mo's excellent genes.

Ke Mo Haijun and Mo Haimin, while not exactly short, were only just over 1.75 meters tall.

In addition, both brothers studied literature and never liked martial arts from a young age.

The two brothers were both very refined and cultured.

Mo Haijun was being dragged along by Qiao Changdong, who was pulling him by the back of his neck. He had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as Fu Tianyou got further and further away from him.

Once we got on the elevator...

Qiao Changdong then let go of her hand.

He added, "Navy, look at you, you're drunk. You're even staggering. If I hadn't been there to support you, you would have fallen. When you get back to your room, just get some sleep."

As Qiao Changdong said this, he was also pretending to straighten Mo Haijun's collar, which he had pulled in a mess.

"Yes, Uncle Mo is drunk. He should go back to his room and get some sleep."

The little girl, who was being held in his other arm, leaned over and joined him in turning up Mo Haijun's collar.

A big hand and a small hand, their coordination was impeccable.

The former messed up the collar, and the latter straightened it out.

Finally, Mo Haijun looked in the mirror in the elevator and felt as if the father and daughter had actually straightened his messy collar.

"..." Mo Haijun.

Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it!

Mo Haijun looked at himself in the elevator, his face not red, his clothes not messy, and his eyes showing no difference. His mind was a little dazed.

Was he drunk?

Was he really unsteady on his feet just now?

Mo Haijun felt he wasn't drunk.

But seeing the father and daughter so confidently claiming they were drunk, so drunk they were unsteady on their feet and their clothes were disheveled, he couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

Perhaps, maybe, probably... he really was drunk?

The night before, Mo Haijun hadn't fallen asleep while sitting in the truck. But after returning to his room with Qiao Changdong and the others, he lay down on the bed feeling dizzy and soon fell asleep.

I slept straight through until dinner time in the evening.