Chapter 931

"Poof, but don't buy too much. Clothes are just skin bags. For us, inner is more worth pursuing." Gu qingcu seems to be an instruction, but in fact he also means something.

"I understand. It's just that if people like us look too sloppy, don't we lose the face of our family?" One to two, Mo Qingmian smile response, also did not see the downwind.

"Well, I'll hang up if it's all right." Gu qingcu kept a dignified smile, but immediately changed his face after hanging up the phone, "hum, wait and see."

This woman really can't be underestimated, so pestering Feng an Yan is to discover what?

Feng Anyan finally gets rid of Mo Qingmian's entanglement and walks quickly in the stream of people. She tries to leave as soon as possible and goes to meet Gu qingcu.

Or because anxious, Feng Anyan straight low head, in front of the mall, suddenly hit a person.

"Ouch!" Come person eat painful a, fell to sit on the ground, he is rubbing his shoulder ceaselessly, say to Feng an Yan, "you did not have long eye!"

If it was normal, Feng Anyan would have asked the security guard to clean him out, but now it is under special circumstances. Feng Anyan takes out a few banknotes from his wallet and shoves them into the hands of the people.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. Take this money to the hospital. If it's not enough, come back to me." Feng Anyan said.

Anyway, he has seen a lot of such things, and now he has no energy to deal with them.

Because Feng Anyan is very clear that although she lowers her head and doesn't look at the road, she doesn't go the same way as this man. It's this man who bumps into her, which is commonly known as "false money".

However, the visitor didn't seem to give up. He threw the money out directly and grabbed Feng Anyan's sleeve.

"What else do you want to do?" Feng Anyan's face turned black. Since the man in front of him didn't drink, he didn't have to pay for it.

"You think I want money? Don't think it's great to have a few bad money! I want to apologize! " That person very arrogant shout a way.

"I really didn't hit you!" Feng an Yan impatiently shook the sleeve, Rao is he had such a good upbringing, at the moment between eyebrows can't help but get angry.

At the moment, his heart is extremely irritable. He finally gets rid of the fake he Mulan. Now he is entangled by another person. What if he is caught up by the fake he Mulan?

"I don't care! Don't think this money will kill me The man said unhappily.

"What do you want? Do you want me to call security? " Feng Anyan is also a little angry.

Repeatedly entangled, passers-by finally left, in Feng an Yan relieved.

And happen to be very coincidental, false he Mulan caught up with Feng Anyan.

"Anyan... Why did you leave me?" Mo Qingmian's teeth clenched her lips and her face turned pale. Her delicate eyes were covered with mist.

"I didn't. I just came out for a breath." Even though she was disgusted by the woman with he Mulan's appearance in her heart, Feng Anyan could only appease her by pretending to be as tender as water.

"Anyan, don't lie to me... Don't I know you?" Mo Qingmian's eyes were even more foggy. The fingertips hidden in her sleeve pinched her palm hard, and her acting skills were suddenly great. Tears fell down and flowed down her pale cheeks, which was pitiful.

"No, I really just..." Feng Anyan now wants to kick her, but still have to be patient, very anxious in the heart.

"Anyan, have you changed your mind?" Mo Qingmian said, biting her lips, her eyes filled with tears, full of despair and broken sadness.

"No, how could it be." Feng Anyan gently patted Mo Qingmian on the back, trying to soften the tone.

"Anyan, you really don't lie to me. I can feel that you are much colder to me now than before." Mo Qingmian buries her head in Feng Anyan's chest, and tears moisten Feng Anyan's snow-white shirt.

Across the chest, Mo Qingmian can feel Feng Anyan's powerful heartbeat. It's reassuring to hear it reverberate like a drum, but it's frightening to Mo Qingmian,

Because Mo Qingmian has a ghost in her heart, she is guilty.

Since she put on the beautiful appearance of he Mulan, she has been living a life of fear. She was afraid of being recognized by others day and night, in and out of her dreams. She didn't live by herself, but by he Mulan.

"How can it be? That's your illusion. I've been a little busy recently." Feng Anyan clumsily pats Mo Qingmian's back, and feels that the wet meaning of her chest is left by a person who has harmed Mu Lan, which makes her feel sick."Really... I'm really scared. I'm afraid that you will leave me..." Mo Qingmian hugs Feng Anyan's strong body, and his voice is a little hoarse and broken.

Feng Anyan is the standard golden ratio hanger figure with six abdominal muscles and perfect Mermaid line. Mo Qingmian can't help sighing: it feels good. And then hold him close.

"No Feng Anyan touched Mo Qingmian '.

Because Feng Anyan is a person with severe cleanliness addiction.

And his cleanliness, is never to he Mulan attack, but for others is reflected incisively and vividly.

For people like Mo Qingmian, it's against Feng Anyan's bottom line, that is, to chop and feed the dog is not too much.

On the other hand, since Pei Yan found he Mulan, she worried about her amnesia day by day. It can be said that "the heart is abundant, but the strength is insufficient." Although he wanted to restore his memory, there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of that gorgeous but cold face, Pei Yan was very anxious. Suddenly, he had an aura.

He thought of he Zhaoyuan! He Mulan's brother!

Listening to the doctor said that talking with relatives can help patients recover their memory. So it's good for her to call he Zhaoyuan to see he Mulan?

Pei Yan thought of doing it and immediately called he Zhaoyuan.

He Zhaoyuan was overjoyed to hear that Pei Yan wanted to take him to see he Mulan. He immediately put everything down. In his heart, nothing is more important than his precious sister!

Pei Yan contacts he Zhaoyuan, and the two go to the military academy to see he Mulan there.

He Mulan was reading a book when she met her.

The long ink hair is simply combed into a ponytail. He Mulan is wearing a black coat, and the bangs cover the bright eyes slightly. He Mulan sat on the sofa, his face a little pale. She had a book in her hand. It seemed that she was fascinated by it. Even when two people came, she didn't notice it.

"Mulan." Or he Zhaoyuan light call, he Mulan just turned his head.

His face was as familiar as ever. He Zhaoyuan, an eight foot man, couldn't help but wet his eyes at the moment.

His chest turned and he was biting his teeth. There were thousands of words he wanted to tell, but he choked his throat for a moment. He didn't know where to start.