For those who don’t know the reason, this queue is strange: most of the people in line are women.

However, for Mo Li, it is really not surprising that there are always so many people, especially women, watching wherever his second uncle is.

There were almost no other stalls in this venue, and most of the "left behind" people were men, looking at the end of the queue with disdainful or sarcastic eyes. It seemed to be quite hateful.

In the direction where everyone was watching, Mo Li managed to squeeze in, casually threw things on the stall, and immediately gasped.

When the woman at the front saw this, she immediately frowned and spoke without even raising her head.

"What are you doing? Get in line, roll and cut and line up at the back!"

"He is my second uncle, why can't I come?"

Mo Li rolled his eyes at the middle-aged woman in a suit and skirt and said angrily.

His behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the slightly disorderly women in the previous rows, and the one he taught him raised his head and glanced at him.

Oh, the kid seems to be growing up pretty well.

Seeing this, her attitude immediately softened.

Oh, woman.

At this time, in the booth in front of them, a man in white Hanfu was taking a nap with his chin propped up. His eyelashes were slightly trembling, his face was flushed, his lips were delicately colored, and a few strands of his long hair fell on his slender forehead.

on fingers.

Soft and peaceful.

Most people who see such a beautiful scenery will think so.

Who wouldn’t be moved by this?

And as his breathing rose and fell, the excitement of the women around him also rose and fell.

“It’s really well-deserved. Fortunately, I’m here today!”

"Don't be so loud, you'll wake him up..."

"Oh oh oh, let me take a photo, it's basically a model's face."

"This class is so valuable today!"

Hehe, no wonder they felt something was wrong just now. It turned out to be because they were afraid of waking up their second uncle, so they didn’t scream. Otherwise, it would have been like, oh no, I won’t go into detail...

These big sisters are truly “stars” with their quality and are role models for the whole nation!

Mo Li unconsciously raised a big thumbs up.

Touching his chin, he began to think about how to call out this annoying "old idol".

Second uncle, eldest nephew, should I bring you a basin of water and feed you my socks, or should I just go ahead and give you a few blows and then say these women did it?

While he was "thinking hard", the man's eyelashes trembled slightly.

A few strands of long hair fell on his face. He probably felt a little itchy, so he changed his position slightly, brushed his hair, and continued to hold on.

With this movement, the pink color among the women became more and more vigorous.

"Ah! It's so cute, just like my child, look at that little mouth!"

"How can your child be as cute as my Xiaochuan?"

"your?"

Mo Li had a sullen face and waved his hand, indifferently "dispelling" the pink atmosphere that had rushed to his face.

He's still "little" Chuan, how little is he? Hey, do you know how sloppy he looks when he's lying on the sofa with a stubble on his face, watching anime, and eating spicy duck neck!

I am forty years old, drinking and running around all day long!

You just show off and pretend that you are still very young. Doesn’t it mean that I carry you home every time? Does he think he is really light?!

Mo Yichuan!

"Mo Yichuan, forty-year-old Mo Yichuan, eighteen-year-old uncle to my eldest nephew! Stand up!"

Mo Li gritted his teeth and deliberately repeated each word, fearing that others could not hear clearly what he said.

The people at the back of the queue didn't know the situation at the front. They only knew that there seemed to be some queue-jumping behavior at the front, and the people in the queue behind who didn't know the situation began to feel a little indignant.

Similarly, because Yi Ruchang and Xu Lei couldn't squeeze in for the time being, they couldn't directly fight with them. They could only stretch their necks outside the crowd to take a look at the situation.

The scene was tense for a time.

After being quarreled for a few words, Mo Yichuan seemed to feel the pressure coming from in front of him, and he said "hmm" softly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The people behind me didn't know this "hmm", but as soon as it reached the ears of the people in front, everyone went crazy.

"Wake up, he's going to wake up! Oh, the voice is so sexy!"

"Oh my god, let me touch up my makeup... give it a try..."

"Hey, you stepped on my foot. You stink..."

At this moment.

"how?"

He opened his lips slightly and said vaguely.

The surrounding area immediately became quiet.

Although this voice is slightly hoarse, it also has a unique magnetism.

Mo Yichuan's eyes seemed to be filled with rouge-colored blush. In his hazy eyes, he seemed to open his eyes and cast a charming glance at Mo Li who was standing in front of him.

Eyes as charming as silk.

All the women onlookers covered their little hearts and fainted, causing a direct impact like a domino.

"Hey, you guys are going too far, are you from the Drama School?"

Pengci doesn't do this either.

Mo Li held his forehead and sighed deeply.

He turned his head and pushed Mo Yichuan dissatisfiedly. Unexpectedly, the culprit was still walking slowly at this moment, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and his body was not sitting upright.

"Hey, second uncle! Why are you pretending to be unconscious..."

What surprised Mo Li was that he just pushed Mo Yichuan, and Mo Yichuan actually slid down the chair and fell to the ground.

Is the play so comprehensive?

"Second uncle, please stop pretending, hello, eh?"

Mo Li, who was touched, hurriedly chased him down, knelt on the ground and patted Mo Yichuan's face.

Soon, such a beautiful man was lying on the cold floor and snoring.

Mo Li pinched his nose.

This smell of alcohol was really amazing. He was really drunk again!

In Hall No. 16, small changes were quietly taking place where no one noticed.

At the same time, just when Mo Li was crying and looking for staff from Ershu's store to help move the boss home to sleep, there were inexplicable noises from other venues.

At this time, Hall 15.

Foreign wine exhibition area. Booth No. 3.

Except for a few staff who were talking with visiting guests in not very fluent English, there was a young man with red hair and another old man with a white beard who did not join the work.

At this time, the young man looked at the old man with a white beard beside him, a little anxious. His eyes switched back and forth between the door and the old man from time to time, and the soles of his feet shook anxiously.

"Oh, my master, do we really not need to take action?" Although the young man was worried, he couldn't help but be a little excited.

He spoke Italian and explained the Italian flag on the stall.

These days, Italy is also starting to grab the wine business.

Oh, I'm off topic.

What the red-haired boy noticed was nothing else but a sloppy man holding a jar outside the venue.

Just as he pulled the old man next to him, the slovenly man stumbled towards another venue.

What caught his attention was nothing else but the distinct black aura on the man's body.

Although this young man has only studied for three years and has insufficient knowledge to understand the reason, the obvious evil spirit in the man really seems to be provoking, saying, "Come on, aren't you a third-year student at the Magic Academy? Come and suppress me."

ah."
Chapter completed!