Lu Wanwan wanted to say something more, but saw Mo Baizhijian immediately terminated the team relationship, and came over and killed him in a few moves.

Lu Wanwan was so shocked. If she was irresponsible, she would be beaten. If she was responsible, she would also be beaten. What should she do?

[Guild] Sanqian Rejiu: Why did you suddenly start fighting?

[Guild] Jiu Gongxia: Even if she hugged you, it wouldn’t be necessary to fight. [Guild]

Sanqian Rejiu: She just took advantage of me and didn’t say anything.

[Guild] Mo Baizhijian: ...

Lu Wanwan thought to himself, she didn’t just take advantage of me, she also teased me a few times.

[Guild] Xuhe: It’s okay, please forgive your shyness.

[Guild] Mo Bai Zhi Jian: ...

The four chatted for a while, and Lu Wan Wan was still thinking about the Phoenix Gallbladder in her heart, struggling over whether to buy the Phoenix Gallbladder from Liu Nian Hua Kai and give it to Mo Bai Zhi Jian.

If it was someone else who had the Phoenix Gallbladder, Lu Wan Wan would definitely buy it without saying a word, but this person was Liu Nian Hua Kai, the rumored couple of Mo Bai Zhi Jian, and a member of her enemy ABCC Guild.

It always felt a bit weird to take the initiative to find her.

Moreover, even if she took the initiative to buy it, Liu Nian Hua Kai might not sell it to her.

After struggling for a while, Lu Wan Wan gritted her teeth and sent Liu Nian Hua Kai a friend request, but after waiting for ten minutes, there was no reply from the other side.

Lu Wanwan couldn't help but frown. Liunianhuakai was online now, so why didn't he agree to her friend request?

Did he not see it?

Or did he see it and didn't want to care?

She glanced at the time and it was almost 12 o'clock. Lu Wanwan put down her notebook and planned to order two takeouts for lunch. She got up and walked to the door of the study. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Han Jingmo's cold voice came from inside: "Come in."

Lu Wanwan pushed the door open and asked: "Order takeout. What do you want to eat?"

Han Jingmo raised his head from the computer, thought for a moment and asked: "Can you cook?"

"No." Lu Wanwan shook his head and answered without hesitation.

But Han Jingmo turned a deaf ear to her: "There is a supermarket 500 meters downstairs in the community. I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish, broccoli fried shrimp, and tomato scrambled eggs." Lu Wanwan frowned :

"I can't cook." "I can teach you." Lu Wanwan was surprised: "You can cook?" "No." Han Jingmo got up and walked over, looking down at her: "But there is a recipe." ... Lu Wanwan laughed dryly: "Not all dishes can be made by looking at the recipe once." Han Jingmo curled his lips: "I believe you." Lu Wanwan refused: "It's wrong to waste food. Let's see what to take out." "You are my assistant." "I know." "You have to listen to me." ... Lu Wanwan clenched her hands hanging at her side into fists, smiling: "Okay, I'll go downstairs to buy food now." "Wait, I'll go with you." "What? You're going out?" Lu Wanwan's unhappiness immediately turned into surprise: "What if someone sees us?" "No." Han Jingmo said, and let her make way. He walked out of the study, walked into the bedroom, and changed into a casual outfit, a white T-shirt, and black jeans. They were all very simple clothes, but on him, he still looked tall and straight, and his aura was completely different from that of ordinary people. Thinking of the rumors on the Internet that Han Jingmo's legs were 1.8 meters long, Lu Wanwan took a special look and found that his legs were really straight and long. It turned out that those photos on the Internet were not taken at a chosen angle, but were really that long. Then, the photos of abdominal muscles were not edited, but real? Although I vaguely saw them from the live broadcast of the last charity basketball game, I couldn't confirm whether it was true or not. Lu Wanwan looked up, but her sight was blocked by the white T-shirt, so she couldn't see anything. "What are you looking at?" A cold voice came from above her head. Lu Wanwan looked up and found that Han Jingmo had walked in front of her without her knowing. Han Jingmo frowned: "With that expression, are you thinking about something inappropriate for children?" ... Lu Wanwan immediately waved his hand to deny: "No! I was just wondering, are those photos of your abdominal muscles on the Internet real or retouched?" Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes: "If you want to see it, just say so, no need to make such excuses." Lu Wanwan shook his head: "I'm really just curious, I don't want to see it." "Oh, is that so." Lu Wanwan asked again: "Is it real or retouched?" "Since you are so curious, you will know after taking a look." Han Jingmo said, putting his hand on the hem of his T-shirt and trying to lift it up. Lu Wanwan's eyes lit up, and he waited anxiously for his next move. Han Jingmo stopped at this moment. He paused for a moment, raised his lips and smiled: "You want to see it, but I won't let you see it." ... Lu Wanwan wanted to punch him with her backhand, but she held back for a long time before squinting her eyes and looking at him: "You don't have it, right?" Han Jingmo sneered, opened his hands, and defended his body to the death: "Whether you have it or not, come and see for yourself." Lu Wanwan's breathing stagnated for a moment, and his mind inevitably rippled, and his face could not hide his excitement: "Is it really okay?" Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows. Lu Wanwan was afraid that he would regret it, so she quickly reached out and reached for the hem of his T-shirt. In addition to excitement, her hands were actually shaking slightly. She did not open it immediately, but raised her eyes to look at him, but saw a bit of teasing in his eyes. "..." Lu Wanwan had a bad feeling, but the opportunity was too rare to miss, so she immediately shook off the thought in her mind, raised her hand to lift the hem of her clothes, and what came into view was thin, unobtrusive abdominal muscles and a thin waistline. The skin texture was delicate, tight and elastic, and she really wanted to touch it.

Lu Wanwan's face turned slightly hot, and she controlled her eager hands.

"How is it?" Han Jingmo's words were full of teasing.

Lu Wanwan calmed down and put down her clothes, took back her hands, and nodded: "It's true."

"Are you satisfied, you lecher?"

...

Lecher?

What the hell?

Lu Wanwan looked like she had swallowed a fly: "Who do you say is a lecher?"

"You."

Lu Wanwan took a deep breath: "I'm not."

"Oh."

Lu Wanwan explained again: "I'm not."

"Oh."

...

Oh your sister.

Why do you feel that jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it off?

Lu Wanwan looked sad and majestic. She was usually a little obsessed with male beauty, but she didn't reach the level of a lecher.

Han Jingmo walked to the entrance, changed into a pair of sneakers, put on a mask that covered half of his face, and looked back at her: "Lecher, why are you still standing there?"

...

Lu Wanwan showed an awkward but polite smile: "My name is Lu Wanwan, not Lecher."

"I know, it means "want."

...

Although her name sounds like "want", Lu Wanwan still wants to fight for it: "It's perfect."

Han Jingmo looked her up and down and didn't comment.