The moment of dissolution.

"Little brother, I'll borrow your An Zhengyu to use it." Zhang Mumu, who was pulling An Zhengyu, said to Jiang Han.

"Oh, you said that people are cold, and it's not good to pull and pull like this." Ahn Jung-woo shows the essence of drama.

The upper hand grabbed one of Zhang Mumu's arms.

Jiang Han frowned, and his gaze naturally fell on the claws of Zhang Mumu's arm.

How uncomfortable it is.

"Hey, don't eat my sister's tofu." Zhang Rui happened to pass by.

Looking at Zhang Rui's back, An Zhengyu let go of his hand, "With a conscience, she will hold my hand first." ”

"Little brother?" Zhang Mumu waved his hand in front of him.

What a daze.

"It's late."

"Well, we'll be back soon." Pull An Zhengyu and run.

Jiang Han lay on the bed, calmed down, and was very irritable.

What can a lonely man and a widow do when they go out in the middle of the night.

Thinking wildly, the dormitory door was pushed open.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?" To Shang Jiang Han, he put down a large bag of snacks in his hand and walked to the bathroom with his clothes.

Jiang Han's gaze stayed on the big bag of snacks, as if he could stare it out of a hole.

"Do you like Zhang Mumu?"

An Zhengyu, who was crawling on the bed, heard this sentence and was stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

I didn't hear a sound for a long time, and I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but after lying down, the voice came again, and it was still the same question.

"Do you like Zhang Mumu?"

"Huh? How is it possible, although that girl is quite lively and cute, but I don't like her one. ”

If there is no tonight, there is no punch tonight.

It's quite lively and cute.

Thinking about it, I rubbed the sore area again.

"Hmm." Jiang Han leaned sideways slightly, "Then she likes you?" ”

Ahn Jung-woo smiled, "How is it possible." ”

Doesn't she like you?

"You should have made it clear to her."

Make it clear?

What to say clearly.

Ahem, it can't be.

Today he left with Zhang Mumu?

An Zhengyu said and looked down again, "Han, you shouldn't be ......" jealous, right?

When the words fell, they were interrupted by a cold voice.

"If you don't want to sleep, go out and run twenty laps."

In the dark night, Jiang Han touched the hot ear, and his face was slightly unnatural.

Damn, are you really right?

Icebergs to melt?