Mu Ye held his breath, although his face was cold and peaceful, but his heart was extremely trembling.

Stepping away from his long legs, he walked over quickly, "Mr. Xiang, Miss Xiao's call!" ”

Mu Ye respectfully presented his mobile phone with both hands.

Xiang Yejun sat up from the recliner suddenly, raising his eyebrows and raising his eyes with a terrifying anger.

His lips opened slightly, and he yawned solemnly, as if Satan had finally awakened after sleeping for a thousand years.

Xiang Yejun reached out to take the phone, and with a slight stroke of his thumb, he connected.

Xiang Yejun: "......"

On the other end of the phone: "......"

It was as if the world stood still at this moment.

Xiang Yejun frowned, every time his woman called, she would always speak first, but this time, she was silent......

"School?" Xiang Yejun's hoarse voice rang out in the dark room.

"En~" The voice on the other end of the phone was very small, and Xiang Yejun's sensitive ears clearly heard a choked voice on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?" At this moment, Xiang Yejun's sleepiness disappeared completely, and he woke up in an instant, and even sat up a little straighter, and his deep black eyes were stained with a layer of ice.

"I ...... I called to tell you that from today onwards, I will go home a little later, art students will train in professional classes, and start training every night in self-study, about two hours to finish, and it is estimated that it will be around 6 o'clock when I get home! Xiao Muqing's voice trembled, and she pretended to be okay and reported to Yejun.

In fact, she wanted to call and complain to him, but as soon as the phone was connected, she heard his cold voice, and she was stunned.

Every time, when Xiang Yejun was gentle with her, she dared to say something about herself to him, but every time he was gentle, it seemed that after he was satisfied with her body, right now, listening to his voice, he knew that his face was gloomy at the moment.

Forget it, don't mess with him.

"Why are you crying?" Xiang Yejun's hoarse voice suddenly asked.

Xiao Muqing paused obviously on the other end of the phone, and then all the grievances came to her heart, and she cried out loud.

The little hand held the phone tightly, and suddenly, the screen showed that it was on a call, and it was suddenly hung up.

Xiao Muqing's cry suddenly choked in her throat.

Ani? Hung up?

Xiang Yejun, a big bastard, actually hung up the phone when she was so sad? Hung up?

He actually annoyed her?

Xiao Muqing bit her lip, and muttered to Yejun bastard while pressing the shutdown button.

But at this moment, a pleasant ringtone rang suddenly, and then a WeChat video call message jumped out.

Xiang Yejun's handsome face jumped on the screen.

Xiao Muqing swiped lightly, the picture flashed, and the video was connected.

Xiao Muqing slowly raised her phone.

I saw that the man on the other end of the screen was in a dark room, his pale and handsome face was in stark contrast to the darkness around him, and he looked a little more handsome and demonic than usual.

The man's inky brows were furrowed, and he looked at her in the camera with scrutiny in his dark eyes.

Xiao Muqing blinked her tearful apricot eyes, endured her grievances, and sniffed, "What are you doing?" ”

Why?

Xiang Yejun gasped and was speechless!

She called, cried so hard and asked him what he was doing.

Xiang Yejun tried to understand her feelings, and asked again in a deep voice, "Why are you crying?" ”