Wang Zhifeng couldn't bear it and wanted to show off that Xu Qinglai gave him a folding screen mobile phone.

It is said to be a concept prototype, and the number of factories is in the single digits, and the ones you get in advance are either rich or expensive.

Even Xu Qinglai himself is only this one. However, she gave him the only one.

Afraid that he would refuse, she even said, "Returning gifts is a rule, you must accept it, don't let her break the rules", and said, "Jewelry boys don't love it, electronic mediocrity is not worthy of you, think about it, only this folding phone in your hand can talk about it."

He is not so shallow, what he wants to show off is not material, but to be chosen!

In Xu Qinglai's heart, he is the one who is undoubtedly chosen! It's him! And not a little spicy chicken!

Humility may not mean anything, but, oh my God, I really should let Xiao Spicy Chicken look at Xu Qinglai's expression when he said this, it was clearly begging him! beg him to accept the gift, beg him to have mercy on her...... The truth was confusing, but he still saw it clearly.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood today, I don't want to talk, and I don't want to listen to people." Wang Chengyou was the first to speak neatly. The voice is languid and the tone is resolute.

"......" Wang Zhifeng used all his power to prevent himself from rushing out of the mouth of the four-letter word starting with "F".

Wang Chengyou turned around from time to time to look behind him, and his face was clearly visible.

Is he looking for someone?

Who to look for?

Xu Qinglai?

Was he picked out and couldn't fall in love with Xu Qinglai, did he make him very sad? Look at the burnout on his face...... Wang Zhifeng, who walked side by side, observed Wang Chengyou from the corner of his eye, and the more he observed his heart, the more appropriate it was.

The two were moving forward in a silent silence that was not embarrassing, and in the cross-path ahead, a figure suddenly rushed out - obviously wearing a plain school uniform, but relying on headdresses, scarves, backpacks, and shoes to create a sense of showmanship. The king's wind can be regarded as a service.

He quickly suppressed the mockery in his heart, his eyes lit up, and he greeted softly: "Morning, Chiang Rai." ”

"Hey, Zhifeng, what a coincidence—" Chiang Rai raised her eyebrows slightly, and this morning, she picked out the one closest to her lip color from more than two dozen lipsticks, and applied a thin layer, which mixed with the magic eye of Director Feng Ji. She was happily greeting the male god, and suddenly she caught a glimpse of Wang Chengyou with a cold face, and her mouth was unconsciously half a beat slow.

Wang Zhifeng keenly caught the obvious meal, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to look at the little spicy chicken.

The little spicy chicken frowned slightly, his eyes were focused, and he stared at Xu Qinglai with a good mistake. The expression was like looking through her skull to scan her thoughts.

Heh, is he jealous of her greeting him warmly? Wang Zhifeng was reluctant to look away.

Little Spicy Chicken's throat moved, and he could see that he had something to say, but he immediately realized that there was a third person beside him, so he forced it down. The expression of forbearance is really wonderful.

"Bang."

There was a flurry of vertigo, and the little stars slammed into each other.

Just looking at the little spicy chicken, the king wind unexpectedly hit his head on the green tree. Listening to the sound, it hurts.

"Sss Xu Qinglai gasped.

Timidly glanced at Wang Chengyou, whose face was almost gloomy, Xu Qinglai resisted the urge to help Wang Zhifeng rub his forehead.

Wang Chengyou clasped his hands on his chest, as if he couldn't bear it: "I'm annoyed to death." ”

Three words without a beginning or an end. fell on Xu Qinglai's ears, as if accusing her of being too active; fell into the ears of the king wind, like a very upset vinegar.

Wang Chengyou's so-called "annoyed to death" is actually just his emotion about turning back countless times along the way but not seeing the person he wanted to see.

The three people who were each pregnant with ghosts quickly separated with their backs. Wang Chengyou hurried to the classroom: Unfortunately, Mo Yan did not arrive at school.

Time passes slowly, block by square. At the end of the morning reading time, the bell rings for the first period of preparation, and the bell for the first period of formal class rings...... Wang Chengyou's head hung limply on the table. Sleepless fatigue welled up.

Mo Yan's position is always empty.

Someone sent a note: "Wang, do you want me to ask her at the same table after class, why didn't she come today?" ”

It was written by King Kong, who thought he knew the secrets of the heavens.

Wang didn't bother to reply to the note, and shook his head at King Kong.

Just as he was very sleepy, she must be more sleepy than he was. In last night's sudden incident, she must have consumed more mental power than him, and she was a slender girl herself. He could understand her taking time off in the morning, or even a day.

The mobile phone has not been returned to him as physical evidence.

He didn't want to borrow someone else's cell phone to contact her. Besides, I don't know how to contact her. Her mobile phone should have not been returned.

Mo Yan's mother's phone number has been backed up on the computer at home. It's just that he doesn't feel the need yet, and he can't wait to contact Mo Yan through Mo Yan's mother.

When such a big event happens, everyone wants to be quiet.

He was able to digest this matter so quickly because every year there were professionals who helped him rehearse this kind of thing in his mind. Mo Yan didn't, she never even thought that this kind of thing would happen to her. Mo Yan should want to be quiet more than him.

Wang Chengyou quickly figured out that the only thing he should do was to wait quietly.

The teachers took turns talking impassionedly, but to him it was like the best lullaby in the world. With his head resting on his arm, he let himself fall asleep.

I slept for 4 classes in one night. Just before lunch, he woke up stretching.

King Kong, who had been guarding him, secretly handed over a ham and omelette sandwich like a treasure. Well, under normal circumstances, colored drinks, meals and snacks are not allowed in the classroom.

Wang Chengyou grabbed the sandwich, smiled gratefully at King Kong, and chewed it.

Mo Yan shouldn't have come all day, and it's only 3 minutes before the afternoon class.

Just when Wang Chengyou lost hope and was about to continue to fall asleep in the afternoon, Mo Yan, whose cheeks were crimson from running, appeared! The girl's panting voice fell on Wang Chengyou's ears, and there was a feeling of hot blood in an instant.

Wang Chengyou bounced up, and when he received the surprised look of the teacher with an inquiry, he realized that he was standing up inappropriately, and sat down with a smile.

Mo Yan got the permission of the teacher to "invite in", walked quickly from the front door of the classroom to his seat, sat down, took out the papers, and listened to the lecture.

Wang Chengyou was in an inexplicable mood. The previous clouds were replaced by clear skies at this moment.

The afternoon is a big class, as long as two classes at a time. Wang Chengyou was quiet and patient, holding his head high and listening from the beginning to the end. Probably only King Kong, who was sitting closest to him, could find that he was just looking forward, and his eyes were all deviated halfway, falling on the figure of the third row by the north window.

Mo Yan's face is not much different from the usual, except that the eye bubbles are a little swollen, and if you look closely, the whites of your eyes are a little red. Joey smiled slightly, looking clear. She thought, it must be that the exam is coming, so she stayed up late last night to study.

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