The soldier is a girl

Chapter 346 150 was intercepted
"Brother Ling, we won't run around. It would be great for you to help Yingying pick a Snow God flower. Yingying has never seen this thing before. It's very novel." Compared with Luo Lian's unreasonable shouting, Su Yingying's gesture But it is much more understanding.

Mo Ling glanced at Su Yingying, and responded softly, "En." One or two flowers is no different to him, they are both younger sisters, and he will not favor one or the other. As for Mujin, even if Luo Lian doesn't tell him, he won't forget I'm afraid that she won't care if you don't like her.

"Brother Ling is so kind." Mo Ling's soft reply made Su Yingying smile immediately, and she didn't hide her joy at all.

"Brother Ling, hurry up." Luo Lian didn't seem to feel the insanity, and only urged Mo Ling to hurry up, fearing that he would die if he was too slow.

Mo Ling looked at Luo Lian helplessly, then walked downstairs.

As soon as Mo Ling walked on the front foot, Luo Lian's back foot became unruly. Although he didn't go out to run around, he squeezed into the seat by the window, no matter how many men were occupying the seat, he just forced his way in.

Su Yingying, who was behind her, looked at this scene and was very disdainful and shameless. It's really shameless for a woman to sneak into the crowd of men regardless of her reserve and reputation.

It's just that when Su Yingying heard Luo Lian's voice shortly afterwards, brother Ling is so good, brother Ling, hurry up, her heart was like a cat's scratching, she could only feel uncomfortable and couldn't step forward to see half of Mo Ling's figure, at this moment She complained about those men standing by the window again, feeling that they had no manners and didn't know how to give way to women. Those in a small place are in a small place, and they are completely incomparable with the young masters in Yanling.

While one here was shouting excitedly and the other pretending to be reserved and full of madness, Mo Ling stepped on the crowd and climbed up the pinnacle tower with a vigorous figure.

Some sharp-eyed people in the crowd saw that Mo Ling picked one and went to pick the second one, and they were all fried.

"Hey, the general picked one flower in previous years, why did he pick the second flower this year..."

"Did the general empathize with you?"

"Does the general have a new partner?"

"What about our Miss Luo?"

Such comments, after all, Mo Ling's mask is too representative, he has been picking Luo Lian for several years instead of Luo Hao, everyone knows that he will come to pick one every year, only one.Seeing him rushing to the second flower this year, he immediately exploded.

And the red-clothed man in a restaurant on the other side of the river came here to join in the fun. Although he was not very interested in the legend of the Snow God Flower, he saw Mo Ling coming to pick flowers and heard those people in the crowd. One round, inexplicably wanted to get in.

Thinking about it, he flew out of the restaurant, and when Mo Ling picked the second flower from the pinnacle tower and went to the third flower, he flew up and passed the crowd to pick a snow god flower, which Mo Ling was going to pick that one.

A red dress is already conspicuous, coupled with the fact that the man is wearing a beautiful face, and at the moment has such a fairy-like figure, the sensation caused in the crowd is no less than that of Mo Ling.

So the gossip in the crowd immediately changed from Mo Ling giving another Snow God Flower to, "Wow, who is this man in red?"

"Wow, this man looks really good-looking?"

"Wow, this man also picks the snow god flower, who is it for?"

"Wow, is such a beautiful man interested?"

Mo Ling's hand was half a step slower than Feng Yao's, so he missed the third Snow God Flower.

There are more than 100 in total, and it is a race against time. It is very good for Mo Ling to pick three, but unfortunately the third one he was optimistic about was cut off by Fengyao, and now looking at the surroundings, it has been robbed of everything.

(End of this chapter)