After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

The air pressure here in Nanhuang is a bit low.

Fu Ya and Xi Jing also looked at her several times because of this achievement.

But Duke Yuan found her at this moment. "Girl."

Nanhuang raised his head and looked at Mr. Yuan. He smiled respectfully and called him, "Mr. Yuan."

Mr. Yuan smiled and said: "The girl's calligraphy is very good. She is as graceful as a startled giant, and as graceful as a swimming dragon. The dragon jumps over the Tianmen, and the tiger lies in the Phoenix Pavilion. It has a bit of Wang Xizhi's charm."

Nanhuang thanked him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Yuan, for your praise."

Mr. Yuan laughed loudly: "Girl, when I saw you, I thought that many years ago, I saw a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old writing, and her handwriting was a bit like yours. The old man originally wanted to accept her as his apprentice. I sent her a few letters, but there was no reply, so I had to give up. You really reminded me of that girl, old man."

Nanhuang raised his head in surprise: "I wonder which girl is so lucky to fall into the eyes of Mr. Yuan?"

Mr. Yuan shook his head and said: "It's nothing lucky. That girl... forget it, just don't mention it."

Mo Shatian, who had been a silent spectator for a while, walked over with long legs, and Mo Shafeng followed Mo Shatian indifferently.

When Xie Ziran saw Brother Mo Shatian coming over, he was a little scared, but he didn't back away and just grabbed Nan Huang's arm.

Nanhuang: "..."

"Congratulations to Miss Ye for taking the first place in calligraphy." Mo Shatian said with a smile, "Although I looked at those two words, I think Miss Ye is the only first place. It's a pity that Rong Wuye seems to have his own idea."

Nanhuang looked at Mo Shatian calmly.

Mo Shatian continued to smile and said, "It has not been long since the last time we met, but I feel as if I haven't seen each other for three years."

Mo Shatian showed obvious attentiveness to Nanhuang again. Xie Ziran hurriedly took a step forward: "Brother Mo..."

“Mr.

Xie Ziran: "..." His lie about pretending to be Nanhuang's boyfriend in front of Mo Shatian was exposed.

Nanhuang raised his head and asked, "Professor Mo, have you checked me?"

Mo Shatian smiled and said, "It's really not difficult to check."

Nanhuang was silent for a while. "looking for me?"

Mo Shatian: "I'm not here to trouble you."

Mo Shatian took out a ring from his pocket and said with a smile, "I'll give you a toy to play with."

Nanhuang originally planned to refuse, but when he saw the ring in Mo Shatian's hand, he became nervous.

This is?

There was a buzz in her head, followed by a dull pain.

Mo Shatian smiled and said, "I wonder if Miss Ye is interested?"

Nanhuang took the ring and asked nervously: "What is this?"

"A little toy from the Mo family," Mo Shatian said.

The Mo family's... little toy?

The symbol on this ring... she has seen it before...

When her parents died unexpectedly, there was a wooden sign that had been broken into many pieces. She spent a lot of effort to restore the wooden sign, and there was such an emblem on the wooden sign.

He said, is this a little toy from the Mo family?

Could the deaths of her parents have anything to do with the Mo family?

Mo Shatian saw her staring at the ring and said with a smile: "The Mo family has been a family of mechanisms for thousands of years since ancient times. The Mo family has reached the pinnacle of mechanism skills. If Miss Ye is interested, why not discuss it with me?"

Nanhuang tried her best to endure it and clenched her hands slightly.

She really needed to discuss it, there were many things, and she had to find a chance to ask Mo Shatian.

Mo Shatian, a gang boss, a professor at Xicheng University, and the inheritor of Mohist organ skills.

He really has many identities.

Mo Shatian smiled and said, "I heard that adding your WeChat ID to Ye Nanhuang is not easy. I wonder if this ring can be exchanged for your WeChat ID?"

Nanhuang silently took out his mobile phone and exchanged WeChat friends with Mo Shatian.

In the calligraphy competition, Nan Huang and Xi Jing tied for first place in the final result, and many people cheered for them.

Nanhuang didn't have any thoughts at all.

After the award ceremony, she didn't even look at Master Rong Wu. She dragged Xie Ziran and left the school straight away and went back to Xie's house.

…

night.

In Nanhuang's small villa, Master Rong climbed over the wall and entered as usual.

In the girl's pink room, only the bedside lamp was dimly lit. She stood there indifferently wearing the same clothes as during the day, not surprised at all by Master Rong Wu's arrival.

Then, at the moment when Rong Wuye was about to enter the room from the balcony, Nanhuang stepped forward and locked the balcony door directly in front of Rong Wuye.

The man was completely confused.

Then, the WeChat message in his trouser pocket lit up, and he took out his phone and looked at Nanhuang's message.

Nanhuang: Fifth Master, I, Nanhuang, am mysophobic by nature.

Nanhuang: Come back.

As for Fu Ya, if Rong Wuye had been honest when explaining his love history before, she wouldn't have had much reaction.

But Rong Wuye clearly said that he was emotionally innocent, and then Fu Ya appeared. It really made Nanhuang feel unhappy.

The man was confused.

Fifth Master: What happened?

WeChat did not respond. Only the curtains behind the balcony glass door slowly closed tightly.

Fifth Master: "..."

He took out his cell phone and typed quickly.

Fifth Master: What happened? You should give me a chance to explain! !

This is the Xie family after all, otherwise Mr. Rong, with his impulsive temper, might break down the door on the spot!

…

The bedroom is warm and peaceful.

Nanhuang looked at the gentle scum in a black suit in front of him indifferently and asked, "Mr. Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Shatian slowly walked out of the corner with a casual smile on his face: "I thought Miss Ye's behavior during the day was that she wanted to talk to me alone. No, this is where she comes. "

He glanced at the curtains with interest.

The woman in front of him was more interesting than he imagined.

"I do want to talk to you." Nanhuang said.

Mo Shatian smiled and said, "Won't you invite me to sit down?"

Nanhuang looked around and saw that there was only one bed in the bedroom. She didn't really want a strange man to sit on her bed, so she said, "It's better to stand."

Her expression was impassive. It was not at all like what the rumors said, that Bo Shen had been left out for a year and had no power to resist.

The corners of Mo Shatian's mouth raised as he heard this.

Nanhuang didn't beat around the bush, she took out the ring directly, pointed out one of the marks, and asked, "What is this?"

Mo Shatian looked at it and said with a smile: "Oh, you ask this? This is the mark of my Mo family. All institutions from my Mo family will have this mark."

This ring is just a small assassination mechanism, just for her to wear for fun.

The mark of the Mohist family is really the mark of the Mohist family!

Nanhuang's eyes moved slightly. She tried her best to control the turmoil in her heart and asked, "Mr. Mo should know about the Nan family in Nancheng."

Mo Shatian nodded.

Nanhuang concealed his emotions and said calmly: "Fourteen years ago, when the head of the Nan family, Nan Zhixian and his wife, had an accident, there was a fragment of a mechanism next to them. There was something like this on the fragment. Imprint."

Mo Shatian looked surprised.

Nanhuang asked: "Do you know why there is such a fragment there? What role did the Mo family play in it?"

"Miss Ye is very concerned about the affairs of the Nan family?"

Nanhuang's eyes were bright: "I hope Mr. Mo can answer my question truthfully."

Mo Shatian thought deeply: "Fourteen years ago..."