Chapter 116

"What's the matter?" Mo Wen lowered his eyelids and gently pressed Yu Lan's head back. "If it's not something important, we'll talk about it in a few days."

Hearing Mo Wen's embarrassing words, Tang Yue couldn't help looking up and staring at him, but soon lowered her head to suppress the anger at the bottom of her heart.

She didn't forget that she was almost torn to pieces by ink.

At that time, only her head and heart were left. She didn't want to feel that feeling anymore.

"Of course it's an important thing, otherwise I can run back from the place of death?" blank smiled, lowered his head and said without expression. "You know, I always only like to hide myself in the thick fog. I like that kind of looming feeling very much. It's very mysterious."

"What the hell is that?" Wen Yan's ink looked blank, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a taste of unknown meaning. "It can make you run back specially."

"It's a very important thing, and I think it should have something to do with the zombie you're holding in your arms." looking directly into Mo Wen's eyes, he raised his head and whispered, "go to my sixth floor and listen to me and call the drunk emperor, too."

If they hear this, they will begin to "crowd out" him openly and secretly.

In fact, although he is the director of the research department of the desire alliance, in fact, his relationship with the whole desire alliance is very general. In addition, he doesn't seem to be good at dealing with others, which directly leads to the fact that he has only sugar moon, an artificial power, loyal to him.

However, there is no reason why they are more disgusted with blank. In their eyes, although the desire alliance has nothing to comply with the provisions of the class system, all of them have a certain respect and awe for ink. At least the status of ink is absolutely higher than them.

But only this blank is a wonderful flower.

Sometimes blank even gives orders to the ink, and doesn't pay attention to the ink at all. According to Xiuqi's words, he didn't understand his position in the desire alliance at all.

Mo Wen doesn't really care about what blank says. After all, no one can command him except Yu Lan, but other people of Yu Meng feel very uncomfortable whether Mo Wen listens to blank or not.

However, what makes people speechless is that the blank doesn't know what he did to disgust them when they were drunk all night.

He felt that although he didn't have the personality charm of being drunk all night, he could do everything without making mistakes. So in his eyes, others dislike him. It's entirely someone else's problem. It has nothing to do with him. He has done well.

"Why call them drunk all night?"

When he heard the blank saying that there was something to do with Yu Lan, Mo Wen's pupil shrank into a needle like laugh, and then a deep dark color appeared.

He walked into the elevator with his lips pursed and pressed the button on the first floor.

"This time it's about the place of death and the zombie. I need the high-level participation of the desire alliance." the blank whispered, "share my research results together."

"Yes," Mervyn agreed, and then walked out after the elevator reached his floor.

During this period, Yu Lan also looked at him carefully.

"Boss?" I was stunned when I thought that Mo Wen would go directly to the blank on the sixth floor. I stood in the elevator and hesitated whether to follow Mo Wen out or stay in place.

Mo Wen walked into his room without looking back, leaving only a word for the blank.

"I want to rest first."

Although he really wants to listen to blank about what he found related to Yu Lan, he now wants to take Yu Lan to take a bath and clean her up first.

"... oh." the blank suddenly lost his words. He lowered his eyelids and looked a little lost.

"My lord..." Tang Yue came forward and pressed the button on the sixth floor. Looking at the lost blank, he couldn't bear to say, "Lord Mo Wen must be a little tired just coming back. He didn't mean to ignore you."

"I think so." blank smiled, stretched out his two hands inserted in his pocket from beginning to end, and naturally dropped on his side.

In microexpression psychology, it is mentioned that some people insert their hands into their pockets. Some people insert their hands into their pockets when talking with others, and then take their hands out and place them naturally after the conversation. This situation mostly occurs in people who are not good at communication and are slightly shy.

Now it is obvious that such people are arrogant and arrogant in the eyes of others, and they don't pay attention to ink.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, he always felt that he was absolutely right. Others were wrong. This arrogance led to that although he could speak, he could not win the favor of others at all.

"My Lord." sugar moon paused and said, "don't you always want to have your own mask like other departments? How about we choose the red one?"

"Why red?" the blank asked.

"Because we are the research department, we can't avoid bloodshed and sacrifice if we study." Tang Yue said righteously. The two double ponytail braids shook, looking a little less cold.

"It seems OK." the blank whispered, looking very interested, "I'll tell the boss today."

Seeing this, Tang Yue was relieved. It seems that his blank mood should recover. If he has been lost all the time, he may be lost for a lifetime.

Besides, Mo Wen washed Yu Lan for more than half an hour. After Yu Lan fell into the water, she was covered with mud. Now after all of it was washed off, she felt a lot more comfortable. She didn't even feel excluded from taking a bath. She stretched out her arms and legs and washed with ink.

Put Yu Lan on the bed, wiped the water stains on her body, rubbed her wet head, and then Mo Wen got up and went to the contact at the door to inform his five ministers, "everyone, assemble on the sixth floor in half an hour."

Why half an hour? Because he wants to wipe Yu Lan's hair clean.

As soon as he returned to his room and took out the refrigerated chocolate pie, Xiuqi heard the news. He frowned and sat on the table and began to hesitate.

Go? Then you have to see that bastard.

No? That's against the command of ink.

The more he thought, the more tangled he was. He simply swallowed the chocolate pie, and then took out his precious dessert to eat.

Eat more dessert and he will be in a good mood. At that time, as long as you don't get irritated by the blank provocation, there should be nothing.