Mo Xiyan looked at the food scraps on the table, and wanted to ask her: Girl, you have eaten like this, where did you get the face to say lose weight?

But I only dare to think about these words in my heart, even if he is a little fat ball, he still likes it!

"Hey! Wait for me! ”

Mo Xiyan casually took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and put them on the table, and hurriedly chased after Xia Jiujiu with his slender legs.

Xia Jiujiu felt a sudden tightness in her wrist, and then Mo Xiyan's big palm held her soft little hand tightly in her hand.

"Mo Xiyan, what are you doing!"

Xia Jiujiu tried hard to shake off Mo Xiyan's hand, but the more she struggled, the harder Mo Xiyan clenched.

"Little one, you don't seem to remember it again, let me remind you! In public, holding hands is a must-have gesture between couples. ”

When Mo Xiyan said this, he deliberately approached her ear, and her heart trembled slightly in a low and magnetic voice.

The skin that was sprayed by the breath of his words suddenly became terrifyingly hot.

Foul, it's too foul......

The bad guy flirted with her like this, and she was afraid that one day she would really fall in love with him uncontrollably and be infatuated with him......

No, no!

Xia Jiujiu shook his little head, wanting to throw this shameful thought out of the earth.

How could she fall in love with Mo Xiyan?

***

On the second day, Xia Qingqing was so angry that she didn't get well all night because of yesterday's plan, she got up in the morning and found that the bags under her eyes were particularly serious, and her face, which had been wearing heavy makeup for many years, was dry and haggard after staying up all night.

thought that when she got to school, she had to bother to explain what happened yesterday to those mentally disabled classmates, so she sent a WeChat message and asked Li Xiaomeng to ask for sick leave for her.

It's Friday, and when you go back to school on Monday, you'll forget about it.

What's more, she doesn't want to go back to school to do cleaning.

It's really annoying, as long as she thinks about the hygiene of the common area this semester, and the women's bathroom in the school, she has a headache.

All morning, with nothing to do, she deliberately put on a pale and weak makeup at home.

Wearing the newly bought lace pajamas, she lay on the bed and took N selfies, and then selected one, and after carefully retouching the picture, she sent the photo to the circle of friends.

Unexpectedly, the group of brain-dead fans began to actively comfort her in her circle of friends.

British Xiaocao: [The school flower is spicy and beautiful even when I am sick, I have no intention of going to class if I don't see the school flower for a day, I must recover as soon as possible! ] 】

LOVE Qing forever: [Qingqing, you have to take good care of yourself, I will be very distressed if you are sick! ] 】

Li Xiaomeng: [We Qingqing are really pitiful, it must be because we were framed by that person yesterday, and we were so sad that we got sick, hug]

Wonderful life: [Sick is still so beautiful and moving, give the goddess Qingqing a Mo Da, I hope you will recover soon! ] 】

……

The comments at the bottom are all a bunch of brain-dead comforts and praises, Xia Qingqing was lying on the bed, swiping her mobile phone and looking at these comments, and her mood improved slightly.

When the beautiful eyes brushed up on a comment on a WeChat named 'Chasing the Wind', a wave of anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Chasing the Wind: [The school flower's illness is too coincidental! How does it seem to be deliberately sick to avoid some facts that should be faced. 】

Damn it!

Xia Qingqing held the phone tightly, and the knuckles of her fingers were faintly white because of the force.