The table is full of various items.

Mo Shangyun took a closer look and found that there were so many things.

There are various ornaments, carpentry, ceramics, metal, and a variety of commemorative items, all packed in large and small boxes, filled with half a table, this is still placed in Outside, there are still some in the drawers of the desk, such as dagger bracelets and the like.

Shirakawa is a gift-giving madman. Every time she meets with her, she will bring something to her. Sometimes, Mo Shangyun can't remember what he gave, and throws it on the table.

——A pendant she sent to Tang Shi last year was sent by Shirakawa.

Noting that Mo Shangyun's eyes became weird, Yan Tianxing glanced toward the desk and saw the ornaments all over the table. He frowned slightly, "Isn't this your style?"

Quickly took his gaze back, Mo Shangyun shrugged casually, "Sent by a friend."

Yan Tianxing glanced at her.

Without meeting his line of sight, Mo Shangjun directly said: "You are staying well, I will go downstairs to see the situation."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and opened the door and went out.

Once the door was closed, the room was still the same room, but it suddenly became deserted.

Yan Tianxing stood there for a few seconds, and then paced to the bookcase next door. The furniture was wiped clean and the glass door was clean and translucent, which did not affect his viewing.

There are too many awards, just a whole bookcase.

However, it looks very neatly arranged, but no awards of the same kind are put together. Obviously, I just found a free place to put it down. It is estimated that the owner of the room is not at all comfortable.

In fact, Mo Shangyun is a man who never puts honor on his mouth.

It's like... He heard Mo Shangshuang talked about Mo Shangyun's piano level ten, but he has never heard of Mo Shangjun mentioned for a year or two.

After reading the awards in the bookcase one by one, Yan Tianxing, who had nothing to see, of course put his attention on the desk.

——I really have to be attracted by the full table.

Yan Tianxing has seen it the same way, although the style of the decoration is different, but he obviously feels that this should be sent by the same person.

Unclear, unclear, but a mysterious intuition.

A bracelet hanging on a clay figure resembling ink on Jun attracted the attention of Yan Tianxing.

Narrowing his eyes, Yan Tianxing finally picked up the string of bracelets.

It is made of metal with a silver surface and a rectangular metal at the center. The letter BC is engraved on the side close to the skin.

Yan Tianxing did not wrinkle abruptly with the force of holding the bracelet. After a while, he threw the bracelet aside and picked up the other ornaments as if he were masochistic.

All kinds of ornaments have similar marks.

In one of the photo frames, the photo is of Mo Shangyun's sixteen or seventeen years old. She is sitting on the front of an off-road vehicle, with winding roads and endless desert behind her.

This one is nothing.

However, in the corner behind the photo frame, there is a word "chuan" engraved on it.

Yan Tianxing almost folded the photo frame.

The door, after being knocked three times by "boom, boom", was suddenly opened.

"I took some food—"

Mo Shangjun came carrying the bag, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Yan Tianxing standing at the desk.

He was holding the photo frame, the photo was facing down, his eyes fixed on the word in the corner of the photo frame.

Mo Shangyun suddenly realized what was happening and frowned.

Yan Tianxing heard the voice and glanced at Mo Shangyun, his eyes sullen with murderous air, as if this emotion could not be linked to happiness.

Flashing into the door, Mo Shangjun closed the door and locked the door.

Raised his hand and touched his nose, Mo Shanjun coughed slightly, and then asked without changing his face: "So, isn't it?"

Hearing her implied accusations, Yan Tianxing's face completely blackened, and he responded with a frown, "Throw the guest into the room, would you let me sit?"

"..."

Well.

Is not very good.

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun decided to remedy, "You can take away whatever you like."

"You let me take these things?" Yan Tianxing almost lingered on the verge of runaway.

Thinking in the blink of an eye, Mo Shangjun realized that the decision was indeed embarrassing, so she lifted the bag in her hand and said, "Don't you buy the new fruit?"

"..."

Yan Tianxing couldn't even talk to her.

Except for the worse, she has no other skills, right? !

Feeling that the air pressure in the bedroom was getting lower and lower, and Mo Shangyun didn't even say a word, put the plastic bag on the table, and then took out the fruits in the same way.

The fruit was brought back by Mo Shangshuang, because Mo Cang was sulking in the living room. Both Cen Tuo and Mo Shangshuang consciously went to sleep. Mo Shangyun estimated that no one would eat this fruit, so after going downstairs for a lap , Consciously brought the fruit up.

——Entertain guests.

Lest it be said that there is no politeness at all.

Cherry, raspberry and two apples.

After Mo Shangyun took it out, he took it all to the bathroom.

When I brought it up again, the fruits were washed clean.

However, as soon as she put it on the table, she saw it—the picture frame previously picked up by Yan Tianxing had only the body shell, and the photos acting as the soul were missing.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and asked Yan Tianxing with a bad look: "What about my photos?"

"Burn." Yan Tianxing returned to her angrily.

Mo Shangyun: "..." OK, you are free.

She is not too rare to care about.

"Do you eat?"

Mo Shangyun picked up a cherry and sent it to Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing frowned and said, "Is it clean?"

With patience, he washed his fruits. With this attitude, Mo Shangyun suddenly became angry. "Is it intentional to find fault?"

Yan Tianxing glanced at the chair under the desk, "Move the chair."

"Fuck!"

Mo Shangyun scolded violently, lifted his hand and took the chair out, and flung it to Yan Tianxing's feet.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Uh, this is the second round of Yan Ye's death.