Chapter 7: Inspiration
This...... This......
Chen Nuan threw away the towel, hurriedly added the other party as a friend, and sent out a message in confusion, "...... Jiang Mo? ”
"Or else?"
Chen Nuan, who was holding the mobile phone, silently read these three words, she seemed to be able to feel his idle tone on the other end, and the tail of her eyes would pick up lightly.
"How do you know my WeChat ID?" She couldn't help but ask curiously.
"As long as it's what I want, there's nothing I don't know."
She snorted softly, no longer thinking of talking to him, and said in a crazy tone.
A few seconds later, Jiang Mo on the other end sent another message, "Didn't you notice that you were missing something?" ”
After his reminder, Chen Nuan quickly lost her mobile phone, picked up the wallet on the side, opened it, checked it carefully, and was surprised to find that there was a lot of cash in the wallet, and what was missing was her ID card.
Strange, she obviously watched the young man named Xu Wei take out five hundred yuan from her wallet and pay the bill, when did the money come back?
Who gave her back?
But at the moment, the money is not very important, what matters is why did the demon take her ID card?
What a headache!
Chen Nuanqi sent a question to the past, "What are you doing with other people's documents if you have nothing to do?" You'd better bring me your camera and ID tomorrow, or I'll call the police. ”
"Yo, scare me?"
"Whoever wants to scare you, I will do what I say."
"yes, then we'll see."
"Try and ......"
"Chen Nuan."
Tuk Tuk, the door rang twice, and then someone pushed it open, revealing Li Jiamei's serious face, "When will you come back?" ”
"It's been back for a while."
Chen Nuan quickly deleted the two words he had just edited, quickly returned to the home screen of his phone, and quickly extinguished the screen.
Li Jiamei's gaze slowly swept over Chen Nuan, paused on her mobile phone for a few seconds, and finally landed on her messy hair, frowning slightly, "Clean up, tidy up your appearance and come over for dinner." ”
"Okay, Mom."
After her mother closed the door and left, Chen Nuan's heart was still pounding, her mother didn't like her to play with her mobile phone the most, and in this family, she was most afraid of her mother.
On the European-style dining table, a bouquet of fragrant lilies is inserted in a vase, with verdant leaves and white flowers.
On the table, there are three dishes of home-cooked dishes, two vegetarian and one meat.
"Eat more shrimp, supplement protein, and see that you don't grow all year round, like stunted growth, and others still think you're just a junior high school student." Even though it's a girl, petite and cute, I still hope you can grow as tall as your dad. ”
“……”
Chen Nuanhan, she is a little thinner, but she is not short at all. Every time the team changes seats, she is always arranged in the back three rows, which is enough to prove that she is still very tall among girls.
If she really looked as high as her father's altitude, wouldn't she be able to play basketball?
"Did you find inspiration?"
Thinking of Jiang Mo's soulless behavior, the shrimp in Chen Nuan's mouth was tasteless, but she had to admit that that guy not only had a golden ratio figure, but also a handsome 720-degree appearance without dead ends and a domineering momentum that was invincible and self-respecting.
Under the lens of a photographer, it is definitely a rare good work.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, Chen Nuan swallowed the rice in his mouth, and shook his head lightly with a clear conscience, "No." ”
Li Jiamei said, "Hurry up. ”
"I know."