Xi Yan let go of his hand: "..."

After Bai Gang left, Mo Xiaocai said in a deep voice, "Do you believe it?"

This sentence was so sloppy, Xi Xi was not a maggot in Mo Xiao's stomach, she didn't understand.

"What do you believe?" She asked.

"The Millennium Tomb of the Republic of China is fake."

Mo Xiao looked up slightly at the big screen of the trip list, but his eyes did not reflect the information on the big screen.

He is not looking at anything, he is thinking.

"Isn't Uncle Wu digging for nothing? This hasn't proved to be false?"

Mo Xiao did not speak, but glanced at Xi An's ankle.

Xi Yan shrunk his feet inward, and leaned over to ask Mo Xiao: "Can you say something straight? It's really uncomfortable to be so verbal and stop talking."

Mo Xiao raised his eyes, and the dark and dark eyes had emotions that no one could understand.

He stretched out his palm towards Xi Wei, "Give me your cell phone."

Although he didn't know what he was going to do, Xi Xi took her cell phone out to Mo Xiao.

But Xi Xun never thought that Mo Xiao actually put her cell phone in her pocket, and then ...

When I got up, I got into the crowd, but it disappeared in just a few seconds.

When Bai Gang returned, he found that his daughter, who had always been optimistic, was sulking.

"What's wrong? Who upsets you? Huh? Where is Mo Xiao?"

"died."

"... dead ?! Why is this? Isn't this the train station? Who dares to commit murder at the train station? No, Mo Xiao is so aggressive, how could he be killed by others ?!"

Bai Gang took it seriously, and asked in a panic and shock.

Xi Yan: "... not really dead."

"Where did he go?" Bai Gang sat down beside her.

"Take my mobile phone and leave. Uncle Wu, who are you bringing here? Don't you say he's great? Why can't I even get the money to buy a mobile phone, and give my mobile phone to take away?"

Bai Gang scratched his head, apparently he could not think of the reason why Mo Xiao would take Xi's cell phone away.

"Maybe your mobile phone style made him like it better? Well, Rourou, don't get angry, I will change it for you when you go back! Didn't you say you want X? Now I just give you a reason to change your phone!

As for Mo Xiao, if he can be contacted, if he dares to speak, he will talk to Mo Xiao about the soft phone.

However, within a few days, Xi Xi knew the whereabouts of her cell phone.

That day she was lying in bed watching the news idly, and suddenly her newly bought cell phone rang.

Is an unfamiliar number.

Xi Yan answered, but didn't speak.

Strangely, the other party did not speak.

After a half-minute silence, Xi Yan got up from the bed and said in a firm tone: "Mo Xiao."

An hour later, inside the tea house.

The old man who said the storytelling spoke impassively on the stage. A man and a woman sat opposite each other at a small table in the corner of the stage.

A glass of steaming fragrant tea was placed in front of them, but no one moved.

Eventually Xi Xi opened his mouth first.

"Give me my phone back."

Not to say how expensive this phone is, but Xi Xi doesn't like his stuff being taken away by others.

She would destroy it even if she brought it back, but she didn't want to keep it by Mo Xiao's side.

"How is the injury on your ankle?" Mo Xiao said in the first sentence, but asked Xi's injury.