Chapter 649 Little friend, do you sell flowers?

  Ling Yuanzhou frowned while listening to Mo Weiran's question, but still ignored Mo Weiran and continued to walk forward on his own.

   Seeing this, Mo Weiran sighed faintly, and stopped talking.

  He knew that Brother Zhou came here for a fragment of an ancient medical scroll, but in the end he didn't take a picture of that fragment.

   Mo Weiran could only blindly guess that he might be sad because he didn't get the fragments, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only leave him alone.

  Holding the flowers silently, she followed Ling Yuanzhou.

   "Little friend, please wait a moment."

  A vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears, Mo Weiran didn't think he was talking to him, so he lowered his head and continued to walk forward, but Ling Yuanzhou stopped.

   Seeing Ling Yuanzhou stop, Mo Weiran also stopped.

They both turned around and looked back, only to see three people standing there, an old man with white beard, followed by a woman in a white robe and a woman in yellow. At this time, the old man with white beard was walking with wind walked towards the two of them.

  Seeing the appearance of the old man, Ling Yuanzhou was stunned.

  He met this person online.

  Mo Canglan, a world-renowned miracle doctor, was once the president of the World Medical Organization, but later retired.

   Didn't expect to see him here.

  Ling Yuanzhou looked at Mo Canglan excitedly, seeing Mo Canglan getting closer and closer to him, Ling Yuanzhou's heart was in his throat.

   Are you calling him?

  Did Dr. Mo see that he also studied medicine?

   Could it be that he was accepted as a disciple because of his talent?

  The more he thought about it, the more agitated Ling Yuanzhou's expression became, and there was a bit of excitement in his usually deserted expression.

  Mo Canglan had already walked in front of the two of them, Ling Yuanzhou recovered his voice, and was about to say hello, "Mo..."

   As soon as he uttered a word, Mo Canglan interrupted, "Little friend, do you sell these flowers?"

   Mo Canglan was already standing in front of Mo Weiran, looking at Mo Weiran with a slightly excited expression.

   Mo Weiran did not expect that the old man was actually talking to him. Hearing what the old man said, Mo Weiran was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, "Sorry, this flower is not mine, I raised it for a friend."

  When Mo Canglan heard this, he was a little disappointed, but he still asked a little unwillingly, "Is it really not for sale? Or, can you ask your friends if they will sell it? The price is negotiable."

   Seeing this, Mo Weiran immediately replied, "I'm sorry, I don't sell it."

   Flowers that can resist all evil spirits must be very important to the eldest lady, so of course they cannot be sold.

  When Mo Canglan heard this, he let out a long sigh of disappointment, "Sorry for bothering you."

   "No, it's fine." Rao Mo Weiran has social arrogance, and he is somewhat unable to respond to the politeness of a strange old man.

   Nodded embarrassedly at Mo Canglan, and was about to step away, seeing Ling Yuanzhou staring at Mo Canglan and not intending to leave, Mo Weiran lowered his voice and whispered to Ling Yuanzhou: "Brother Zhou, let's go."

  Who knows, Ling Yuanzhou still has no intention of leaving, but looks at Mo Canglan, "Hello Mo, I..."

  Ling Yuanzhou hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted again, "Where did you get this flower?"

  The woman in ancient white clothes walked up to Mo Weiran in a few steps, staring at Mo Weiran sternly.

  Mo Weiran frowned almost invisible, holding the flower, subconsciously took two steps back, "My friend gave it to me."

   "What's your friend's name?" There was a questioning tone in his tone, which made people feel uncomfortable.

  (end of this chapter)