CHAPTER XXXI

Zhang Fengfeng thinks that Ji Chen is human, at least she still has time to play games online, but she is blind! Absolutely blind! How can you think so if you are not blind? Since that night, Ji Chen has been squeezing her every day, all kinds of extra homework, and she can't get on the Internet, if she knew that the price of going to bed an hour early was to be tired like a dog every day, she would die and not eat supper or stay up late. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Of course, this proposition does not hold.

stayed up and died, and finally, waited for the college entrance examination. The day before, Ji Chen gave her a night off, but Zhang Fengfeng estimated that he couldn't bear the loneliness and went to flirt with his sister.

In fact, she was quite nervous, and took the initiative to call his father and queen mother for the first time.

The phone rang several times before it was connected, and Zhang's mother's voice came from afar: "Fengfeng? What's wrong? What's the matter? ā€

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Zhang Fengfeng became angry when she heard it, if she hadn't called her mother, she would have almost forgotten that she was still a rebellious girl these days, and said calmly: "Oops." I'm grumpy. I have an exam tomorrow and what do you ask me about? ā€

"Huh? Examination? College entrance exam? Zhang's mother suddenly exclaimed, then paused, and before Zhang Fengfeng could speak, she said: "Baby, don't be angry, don't be angry, aren't I abroad?" I won't be able to go back for a while. Ming'er took a taxi by herself, good. ā€

"Well, don't talk about it, I'll find a car by myself, and I won't tell you anything." Zhang Fengfeng snorted coldly and hung up the phone angrily.

Just as she was about to throw her phone away, the phone's text message beep rang.

"Come out." Season Dust's text message.

Zhang Fengfeng was stunned, her brows jumped, and she estimated that she was coming for tomorrow's college entrance examination, so she jumped out of bed, put on big pants and a big T-shirt and went barefoot to open the door.

Ji Chen was leaning on the door of his house, holding his mobile phone and not knowing who he was chatting with, his fine hair stood on his face, listening to the sound of the door opening, he put away his mobile phone, and the expression on his face was very consciously put away, as if it had become a habit.