The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Mo Zhixuan dragged Chu Jin into the living room with cold air all over his body.

Chu Jin clearly felt that the chill on this person's body was a lot worse than before. His hands were like ice cubes, icy cold to the bone, as if they could freeze at any time, and his originally strong pulse was much weaker than before. Slow, low, as if it is slowly being frozen, there is a pulse, there is no pulse, it is not like the pulse of a normal person, it is very strange.

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows, clasped his backhand, rested on his pulse, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took his pulse carefully.

Mo Zhixuan didn't struggle, just looked at her like this, with a slight arc raised at the corner of his mouth.

His pulse was very disordered, normal yet abnormal, even she couldn't diagnose what was wrong with him. After a while, Chu Jin raised his eyes and looked at him, "Have you felt unwell recently?" From her Looking at it from a different angle, you can just see Mo Zhixuan's smooth and exquisite jaw, slender neck, and the first button of the white shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the delicate collarbone.

In fact, Chu Jin has never understood why a normal person can be so cold.

There is no temperature at all.

Mo Zhixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a low tone, "Only the elderly are weak and sick. I'm fine, so you don't have to worry."

Chu Jin: "..." You said it as if you were underage.

"How did you meet that bitch?" Mo Zhixuan continued to ask, serious.

The word "sissy" came out of his mouth without any sense of disobedience.

It even has a cool taste.

"Bitch?" Chu Jin slightly raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes, "You mean... Mo Qianjue?"

Mo Zhixuan raised his sword eyebrows, unable to deny it.

Chu Jin went to the water dispenser to take a glass of water, and said in a calm tone, "I'm not familiar with him, I just met him today."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Zhang has already started preparing dinner.

From time to time, there is a fragrance coming out of it.

Mo Zhixuan walked to the sofa and sat down, and said with a serious expression, "He is old and cunning, with a heavy heart and a dignified appearance, so don't get in touch with him in the future."

"You guys knew each other before?" Chu Jin also walked to the side and sat down, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

"The face is born from the heart," Mo Zhixuan said with a calm expression, "His face doesn't look like a good person at first glance, don't be fooled by him."

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and said jokingly, "Papa Mo, when did you learn to read faces?"

"I know a lot," Mo Zhixuan handed her the peeled orange, with a calm tone, "You will find out slowly in the future."

Chu Jin took the orange, "Your face tells me that it doesn't want you anymore."

Mo Zhixuan stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, and said in a low voice with a hint of affection, "Eloquent, facts speak louder than words."

Her complexion was fair and delicate, even if he didn't use much effort, her jade-like skin immediately turned red.

Seeing such a confident Mr. Mo, Chu Jin suddenly became playful, and said with a slight smile, "Come on, Mr. Mo, to prove that your IQ is online, how about I test your Mandarin?" Her eyes were Slightly narrowed, like a small crescent bud, filled with tiny starlight, it is hard to refuse and hard to look away.

"Let's take the exam." Mo Zhixuan sat there with his long legs crossed, his profile like jade.

Chu Jin sat up straight, "Then you can say it first, the Anshi Rebellion, these four words."

"An Shi Rebellion." The words are correct and the accent is round, the voice is deep and magnetic, and a little cold, it is a very pleasant voice.

Chu Jin nodded, lowered his head and took a sip of water, "Yes, the pronunciation is standard, then you can change "random" to "green" and say it again."

Mo Zhixuan's expression was indifferent, and he said directly without thinking, "Anshi Zhilv."

"Pfft!" Chu Jin couldn't hold back, and sprayed the water out of his mouth. This sentence came out of Mr. Mo's mouth, coupled with that serious and cold appearance, it's simply amazing!

An (my) history (is) the (only) green (donkey).

Mr. Mo would be fooled by such an old joke.

What about IQ?

In fact, Chu Jin's tricks could not be hidden from the wily Mr. Mo, he was just trying to make her happy.

I didn't expect this silly girl to laugh like this.

In fact, this kind of her is what an eighteen-year-old girl should look like.

Carefree, with a wanton smile on his face.

Footsteps sounded from behind, "Mister and Miss, it's time to eat." Mrs. Zhang looked around the living room, but she didn't see anyone, and asked a little strangely, "Eh? Where's the person?"