Yu Huan found that Lin Jingshi hadn't come to class for several days, didn't answer his phone calls, didn't reply to his WeChat messages, and was a little irritable and couldn't get out of class.

Yesterday, she learned from Uncle Song that the third uncle had gone to look for him.

But it's nothing more than letting him leave her or something, Yu Huan doesn't think Lin Jing will listen to her third uncle so obediently.

But he didn't come to class for such a long time, Yu Huan went to Class 9 and asked Xu Cheng, Xu Cheng didn't say anything clearly, Yu Huan simply went to Lin Jingshi's house in the afternoon to find him.

It just so happened that he was at home.

When Yu Huan knocked on the door, the young man seemed to have just woken up.

Wearing thin autumn pajamas, the sexy collarbone is exposed, the hair is a little unkempt, and the tired peach blossom eyes are slightly squinted,

"Something?"

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, a little nasal, and his lips were chapped.

Yu Huan looked at the flush on his face, and couldn't make any fire for a while, and raised his hand to touch his forehead,

"Are you sick?"

Lin Jingshi snorted, a little lazy, and his nasal voice was still a little heavy,

"I had a cold, so I didn't go to school for the past two days."

He turned his head and entered the door, and Yu Huan followed, his voice a little aggrieved,

"Then why don't you reply to my WeChat?"

She thought he didn't want her anymore.

From childhood to adulthood, the little princess who was held in the palm of Sunset's hand has never suffered this grievance.

I've never been so apprehensive.

She admits that she was interested in seeing the color from the beginning.

But when she likes Lin Jing now, although she doesn't know what she likes about him, she just likes it.

And, at the thought that he would leave her, she couldn't accept it.

Lin Jingshi's eyes paused slightly, and a strange appearance flashed in his slightly drooping pupils, but this strange appearance quickly disappeared, and even made people think it was an illusion.

Yu Huan didn't notice it, and touched his toes lightly.

Looking at the girl's small movements, Lin Jingshi laughed softly, leaning on the sofa casually, lazily like a cat, with a slightly hoarse voice, 135 Chinese

"Your boyfriend is sick, and you're doing this to me?"

"Who told you not to answer my phone and not reply to my messages."

Yu Huan's voice was also muffled, and he threw himself into his arms, rubbing his little head,

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

This prelude is simply the rhythm of a breakup!

She was also quite angry at first, so she didn't come to him to see if he would wait for him to reply to her message, or wait for him to break up.

The thought of the latter made her uncomfortable.

I was so bored that I couldn't help it, but in the end I couldn't hold back and found it.

Lin Jingshi hugged the little girl in his arms and sighed softly, he couldn't say it after all,

"I had a fever before, and I was afraid that you would worry, so I didn't call back."

"Then why don't you reply to messages?"

The little girl's eyes were wet, and she always felt that he was lying.

Lin Jingshi raised his hand and rubbed her head, and admitted his mistake softly,

"I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Yu Huan pouted,

"If you know it's wrong, you won't be allowed to reply to messages from now on."

"If you see it, you're going to go back, you know?"

Lin Jingshi lowered his eyes slightly when he listened, and then nodded, a slight smile appeared on his slightly sickly face, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly relaxed,

"Okay, got it."

Yu Huan hugged him for a while, and said in a muffled voice,

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

At first, she didn't think she liked him much.

But at the thought that he would leave her, she couldn't stand it.

I was very stuffy.