Nan Shan took advantage of her mother's failure to react, so she quickly ran upstairs and returned to her room.

"How can I make my mother understand that Wen and I are really impossible!" Nan Shan covered her forehead weakly.

Even if there is no relationship between "ex-boyfriend's best friend", just because of the almost incompatible personalities of the two of them, to be honest, even ordinary friends are not easy to do.

She flipped through her phone, and all but one of her mother's missed calls was messages and missed calls from other people.

[Sandy, haven't you finished handing out flyers?] Have you eaten lunch, would you like to bring some, this steak is super delicious! 】

[Sandy, don't you go to work in the afternoon?] 】

[Why didn't you answer my phone?] Lost your phone? 】

[Sandy, if you don't reply to my message, I'm going to call the police!] 】

The long list of messages was mostly sent by Justin, and his anxiety could be felt in the interval between each sentence, but the frequent messages stopped abruptly around five o'clock.

"You can't really call the police, right?" Nan Shan was speechless and quickly called back.

After a string of long notes, a familiar and somewhat broken Mandarin sounded: "Sandy? “

"Mmmmmmmmmm

"yes, I know." Justin's voice rang out, and for some reason he felt a little stiff and cold for some reason.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, a delicate female voice came from the microphone.

"Sandy, I've got something to do here, hang up first."

"Uh-huh, okay."

Nan Shan was a little stunned at the sudden busy sound, and she subtly felt that Justin should be angry.

Mom's conjecture about Wen Chengran's "homosexuality" just now is ridiculous, but Nan Shan does have a friend of the same sex orientation by her side, and that friend is Justin.

When she was in the United States, it was because of this secret that she accidentally discovered that made her and Justin friends.

But what about that delicate female voice? At this point in time, it's hard not to think of some beautiful pictures.

Could it be that Justin is a double?!

Nan Shan went to the bathroom shocked by this conjecture, and when she returned from the shower, she found that a message from a stranger appeared in the homepage prompt.

[Arriving home? 】

Before Nan Shan could tell which great god this was, she saw a new message coming over immediately.

[Miss Nan shouldn't even get lost in her own home, right? If you don't come back within five minutes, I'll treat you as if you've been abducted by a human trafficker halfway. 】

[Wen Chengran? 】

[It's good that people haven't lost it, and the money for today's meal hasn't been paid yet]

。。。。。。。。

This owe tone is really him, and Nan Shan is a little speechless at Wen Dashao, who suddenly turned into a debt collector. But after all, he was responsible for his own losses, and he said that he would invite someone to dinner, but he was drunk and vomited, and then he remembered that he estimated that the final account was still settled by him.

[Uh... I'm sorry I just remembered, how much is today's meal, I'll transfer it to you]

Nan Shan thought about it, and then sent another message.

[And your clothes, send them to me too.] It's true that I'm not doing well]

Nan Shan looked at her apology text message, and inexplicably felt a trace of humility and caution. She had the upper hand when she left the apartment.... The somewhat refined way she and Wen Chengran get along now is really powerless to complain.

[No need, remember that you owe me two meals]

【？？？？？？？？？？？ 】

What is this called today's life, first of all, insomnia got up early to go to work, and a crazy woman can jump out of a flyer to entangle, and the brain was kicked by a donkey and suddenly wanted to invite someone to dinner, and there was a bloody drama of meeting an ex-boyfriend.

That's it, the first time I got drunk in my life was because I was too nervous and carefully poured wine as a drink.

Sure enough, as soon as he met Wen Chengran, a bad star, his brain began to be confused as if he was missing a tendon.

Nan Shan, who was a little drunk, lowered her eyelids irrepressibly, and in the last moment when she was about to fall asleep, she was still muttering in a daze: "You must draw a line with this bastard!" ”