Seeing Meng Haochen's distressed look, Meng Yao sniffed and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know this book was so precious, I'll find a way." ”

Meng Haochen stared at her for a while, and sighed depressedly: "Forget it, I'll stick it myself." ”

"Don't move, I'll pick it up." Meng Yao was extremely guilty, and hurriedly bent down to pick up the scattered pages, and then, in the corner, he saw the paper that fell out of the book, narrow and delicately patterned.

It turned out to be just a bookmark.

Suddenly, Meng Yao's movements stopped.

The next moment, her eyes lit up suddenly, and after quickly picking up all the pages scattered on the ground, she handed them to Meng Haochen, and then ran out directly.

Picked up the phone, found Mr. H in WeChat, and typed his finger quickly: "Are you at home?" ”

Half a month after returning from the police station, Meng Yao was busy with school, and her contact with He Zheng was limited to her mobile phone, transferring money to him every day, and occasionally chatting a few nonsense.

After two or three minutes, Mr. H's reply popped up: "Yes." ”

"I have something to look for you, you open the door first!"

After sending this message, Meng Yao went out and went up to the eighth floor.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw He Zheng really open the door: "What's the matter?" ”

Meng Yao smiled and said, "I remember how many books you have on the True Eye?" ”

Man: "Hmm. "What?" ”

"Do you have that limited edition of The Corpse Whisperer?" Meng Yao looked at him expectantly.

[Say yes, say yes, please!! 】

He Zheng couldn't help but hook his lips and smiled faintly: "Yes." ”

Meng Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, his hands were put together, and his little face was full of pleading: "Then please sell me this book, okay?" ”

"What do you want this book for?" He Zheng asked rhetorically.

"I broke my brother's book, and I want to pay him for it." Meng Yao spoke pitifully.

"Oh-" the man lengthened his tone, and then, with a smile, "Not for sale." ”

Meng Yao's eyes widened in disbelief: "Why?" You're not a fan of the True Eye, so what's the matter? ”

"I don't want to sell." He Zheng was slow and reasonable.

Meng Yao gritted his teeth: "How much do you want to sell?" ”

[Please, don't say too high a price......]

A smile appeared in He Zheng's eyes: "I don't sell it for any money, and don't forget, you still owe me a lot of money." ”

Meng Yao was speechless, and then said angrily: "I'm discussing the issue of the book with you now, don't change the topic, okay, I will pay you back." ”

"You really want this book?" He Zheng asked.

"I want to, I want to!" Meng Yao nodded vigorously, "You just say, what do you want in exchange?" ”

After a pause, she covered her chest again and said nervously, "But if I have to sacrifice my hue, I can't!" ”

He Zheng: "......"

Meng Yao urged: "Say, what do you want?" ”

He Zheng thought for a while and said, "That's it, let's make a bet." ”

"If you can score above 400 points on this final exam, I'll give you this book. If there is no ......"

The man paused.

Meng Yao swallowed a little nervously and asked, "What should I do if I don't get 400 points?" ”

"If not, you'll have to treat me to a meal." The man said leisurely.

Meng Yao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, bet!" ”

Now that there is nearly half a month left before the final exam, she works hard, and it is not impossible for her to score 400 points. And even if you lose, the stakes are no more than a meal.