Chapter Twenty-Three: The Quarrel

The sound is close.

Xu Qingcheng turned his head to look over, and there was a little brother wearing a convenience store vest standing in the corridor of the hospital, carrying four large bags in his hand...... Stuff.

in a transparent plastic bag. Filled with flowers.

Snacks?

Xu Tingcheng hung up the phone, "Hello, I'm Xu Tingcheng, is the thing for me?" ”

The little brother turned his face and came over with four plastic bags, "Miss Xu, your phone has always been busy, and I've been looking for it for a long time." ”

Xu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to pick up two of them, which didn't look very heavy, and the moment he took them, Le's hand fell down.

"So heavy? What? ”

Miss Xu opened the plastic bag and flipped through two items.

Candy floss. Mints.

Flip again.

Russian purple sugar. Gummies.

Alps, White Rabbits, Fujiya Lollipops......

The little brother next to him grinned, "All the sugar in our small shop is in it." ”

Xu Chengcheng, "...... You have a lot of variety. ”

The little brother continued to laugh, "It's okay." ”

Xu Qingcheng, "Excuse me, who asked you to send it here?" ”

"A gentleman. Very high. Wearing a black shirt with bandages around his arms. You are also very handsome," the little brother still smiled, "You are so beautiful, no wonder such handsome people have to please their girlfriends." He said let you eat a candy, suppressed the shock, and continued to make it up. ”

Xu Qingcheng, "......"

Well, this story is sweet.

The little brother didn't miss a word in his words, and he didn't understand it so he asked, "Miss Xu, are you a screenwriter?" ”

"It's not."

Xu Qingcheng had a cold face, the little brother was very stunned, thinking that beautiful women were really not easy to mess with.

Aunt Wang looked at the candy she brought in, dumbfounded.

Xu Chengcheng took the mobile phone, and there were a few WeChat message prompts on the screen that were not clicked.

It was sent by Fu Jingting.

She clicked on it, and at that moment, one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Fu Jingting sent a photo.

The girl in the photo has a distorted expression.

Xu Qingcheng closed his eyes, this is not her. Definitely not her.

It's stupid and embarrassing, so embarrassing that Xu Qingcheng wants to pick the floor with his toes.

The absolute expression management is out of control, and it is so ugly that people and gods are angry.

He also attached a sentence with the picture: The expression is very rich, and the acting skills are good.

Xu Qingcheng endured the anger of crushing the mobile phone screen, and replied: Deleted.

When her earlobe was debrided, she was almost out of her body and flew away from the moment when she was stimulated by alcohol cotton.

It was saved by Fu Jingting.

The mobile phone rang, and Fu Jingting waited for the word "deleted".

He smiled so happily that he didn't even feel the pain in his arm.

"You can delete it yourself."

He sent it directly.

Duan Heng glanced back, and saw a smile on the corner of Fu Jingting's mouth, he was silent, who did he talk to?!

It's a weird situation.

Xu Qingcheng pressed it, and the man's voice flowed out.

It's his characteristic tone, low and playful.

There was a faint hint of a smile.

Just this voice, straight to the top of Xu Qingcheng's head, she wanted to reply to the voice, and watched Aunt Wang listen with her ears pricked up, and simply typed.

[Why do you keep this kind of photo? 】

"How pretty, don't you think?"

[What kind of perverted hobby do you have? 】

"You think you're perverted?"

[I have all kinds of photos in my phone, no matter how big the scale, Fu Shao wants to save my photos and I'll send them to you. 】

"How big is it? You send a few to see. ”

[You delete it first.] I'll post it again. 】

"I haven't seen you on a large scale?"

She typed, his voice, as soon as the voice came out, Xu Qingcheng almost got fine.

She pressed down, but still a step slower.

Aunt Wang, who was standing next to her and rummaging through all kinds of sugar in a plastic bag, couldn't help but glance at Xu Qingcheng.